Third round

Tim was shown five images of coats of arms and had to tell which country they represented. Recognising South Korean and Bosnian was easy, because the coats were elements which are present on the countries’ flags. Mexico was an educated guess which turned out to be correct. Then there was a coat of arms that had an African feeling to it. Tim guessed Kenya and it was WRONG. Another one looked like something from the former Austrian Empire, but not Austria itself. Tim guessed again, answering Hungary, and was WRONG.

“Two mistakes, Tim,” Frank announced, “you’re back on the right track.”

“So you’re saying that merely two is enough.”

“Ha! You got me. It’s the bare minimum. You’ll need to do better next time. But now draw two transformation cards.”

“Clothes Feminization and Fetish: Rough Sex. Oh my.”

“What do you think about them?” Frank asked, “this is a new fetish in our pool. It’s quite self-explanatory, but I’m sure the audience would like to see its results presented on the stage.”

“I’m not sure really,” Tim pondered for a moment, “I guess I could live my life as a crossdresser. And I know that The Chamber can tailor my new clothes perfectly. But I feel like the rough sex is a bit too kinky for me. I’d always considered myself rather gentle and caring, not only in sex, and I don’t think I want to change that. I’ll disappoint the audience, take the risk and discard this transformation.”

“That’s your choice. Draw two new transformation cards.”

“Lust Induction, Eyesight Correction. Ha!”

“A perfect trade. For the audience, because you’ll get one of their favourite transformations and you, because you draw what you had wanted the most.”

“I guess it’s only fair,” Tim shrugged, but had a smile on his face.

“Into The Chamber you go.”

Tim’s feelings were ambivalent. Sure, he would get his eyes fixed, which was marvellous. He did not mind the feminization of clothing much. Some people might give him awkward looks, but crossdressing was no longer THAT shocking. It was the Lust Induction that worried him the most. In the long term, it might make working in the CIA more difficult. And right now it would be harder to focus on the quiz. He could not avoid it at that point, so he just closed his eyes and waited. This time the transformations were not as invasive as previously, at least physically. The clothes felt different on his skin and there was no longer the pressure of glasses on his nose. Only a few moments later, right before the door opened, Tim could feel the internal heat and a familiar stirring in his groin. When the contestant stepped out the camera first showed a full-body shot of his person. When he looked at the screen he realised he was seeing clearly without his glasses on. His joy was so great that it even improved his reception of the sight.

The new feminine outfit was just as elegant as his suit had been. It also managed to look relatively sexy, even on his, still masculine, body. The jacket and the blouse were altered not only to appear more feminine themselves, but also to change the appearance of Tim’s upper body. His slender frame turned out to be perfect for such visual manipulations. A push-up bra underneath the blouse even created an illusion of small breasts. The socks turned into sheer black stockings, the fancy loafers - into pumps on low heels, not flat though. Most importantly trousers were replaced by a skirt; it reached just below the knees, but was also tight. The overall look was a perfect combination of professional with a little bit of sexy. As the camera roamed over the contestant’s body, it could not miss the bulge at his crotch.

“Welcome back, Tim,” the host greeted, “I see that you like your new outfit as much as we do.”

“I always try to find the positives in every situation,” the contestant replied diplomatically.

“Are there any negatives though?” Frank asked with a wink.

“The newly acquired… excitement might make focusing somewhat difficult.”

“But real bimbos don’t need to focus too hard.”

“How do you do it that you’re always right?” Tim asked with a grin.

The host laughed and answered:

“Experience. Ready for the fourth round?”

“I hope so. Let’s have a Coffee, maybe it’ll sober me up a little.”

Coffee was not a particularly difficult category, but just as Tim had feared the arousal did not help to play the quiz. Unfortunately knowing beforehand does not mean that the problem is solved.