Second round

Recognising the flag of Mexico was easy, so was the flag of Texas. But the following three were some minor countries from Central America or the Carribeans, with the choices like Guatemala, Trinidad and Tobago or Belize. Bill had to guess all three and was wrong each time.

“Three mistakes, Bill,” Frank announced, “draw three transformation cards.”

Browne was not happy, but this was not the end of the world yet. His tough guy persona was not merely a facade, so he maintained a confident look as he drew the cards and read the names of the transformations.

“Leg Feminization, Fetish: Latex, Hair Extension.”

“Do you like them?”

“Like? No. But I guess they’re tolerable. I just hope my legs won’t look silly with the rest of my body.”

“I can assure you they’ll look sexy,” Frank replied with a broad smile, “after all, that’s what our show is about. The rest of your body might be adjusted later,” he added with an exaggerated wink, “into The Chamber you go, Bill.”

Browne entered The Chamber, closed his eyes and stoically awaited the inevitable. First he sensed the itching of his head, then of his legs and eventually the different feeling of the clothes on his body; the latter remained even when the itching had ceased. Finally the door opened and the actor stepped out. As the audience began to clap, he immediately saw himself on the large screen and had to admit that the sight was not as bad as he had feared. He certainly FELT better thanks to his new latex clothing; that was the most noticeable change as well. Bill was still wearing a suit, or rather a perverted version of a suit one might wear to a fetish club. Apart from the change of fabrics the jacket remained mostly unaltered. The white shirt underneath was tighter, but it were the trousers that caught the most attention. They were basically turned into black latex leggings, tightly wrapping Bill’s muscular lower body; muscular, but now also astonishingly feminine. The muscles on Browne’s legs had not disappeared, his thighs were still massive, but were reshaped just enough to give the impression of attractive femininity. There was nothing feminine in the muscular buttocks, but thanks to the tight latex trousers they fit well with the rest of the lower body. The camera closed in on Bill’s dark hair as well, otherwise the change could have been missed. They were noticeably longer and styled in such a way that they diminished the toughness of Browne’s image.

“Welcome back, Bill,” the host said, “looking good.”

“Thanks, Frank,” the actor maintained his confident act.

“How do you like your new clothes?”

“Not bad. I have to admit that they feel surprisingly good,” Browne replied genuinely and to his own astonishment added, “I might need to make a few adjustments to my wardrobe.”

“That’s the spirit!” Frank said with a grin, “ready for the third round?”

“Always,” Bill partially lied.

“Pick a category.”

There were no more easy categories. Brown was not stupid, but his general knowledge was limited and none of the options fit with what he had prepared for. All he could do was to choose what seemed to be the lesser evil and hope for the best.

“Phobias.”