Third round

“Welcome back,” Frank greeted the contestant, “please, introduce yourself.”

“Well, I’m Ciera. Oh. That’s silly. My name is… Ciera. Oh well...”

The name indeed was not exactly fitting, at least at that stage of the show.

“How do you like your new body Ciera?”

“I love it!” I really am young. This is amazing!”

“We’re glad you like it. I’m sure you’re ready to rush into round three.”

“Oh yeah!”

“Which category?”

“Recognise Tanks might not be so bad. I’ve seen a lot of them on TV.”

Ciera was shown five images of different tanks and had to choose their name from the five given options. The M1A2 Abrams was obvious, the M4A3 Sherman and Panzer II looked familiar, so Ciera made an educated guess and each time was correct. The other two guesses were Leopard 2 A7 and M47 Patton, both turned out to be WRONG.

“Two mistakes again. Draw two transformation cards?”

“Fetish: Anal Sex. Fuck! Double Face Feminisation.”

“I think that you want to discard something,” Frank said with a smile.

“You bet! No anal!”

“Draw two new cards then.”

”Demuscle, Eye Colour: Blue.”

“Are these two better?”

“I don’t care about the colour of my eyes, as long as I don’t get blind. I don’t like getting smaller and weaker, but it’s stilll better than that anal homo crap.”

“Into The Chamber!”

Ciera was not overly enthusiastic when he entered the dreadful device, although he considered the transformations so far to be tolerable. As long as he won enough money he should be able to return to his old life; even if his hew self would be quite altered. Ciera closed his eyes and waited. The feeling of being physically altered was once again strong. His face itched so badly that he had to clench his fists in order not to scratch himself. But the sensation of becoming smaller and weaker was worse. Not even its physical aspect, but the consequences it could bear in the future. In his work Ciera often had to use **** or at least intimidate people, not necessarily his girls, but uncooperative clients or aggressive competition. Being shorter and less muscular could be an obstacle, although Ciera believed that he would be able to overcome it.

Eventually the door to The Chamber opened and the man stepped out. He still was a man, but no longer looked as masculine. The smaller posture and lack of muscles were clearly noticeable, but it was the altered face that attracted most of Ciera’s attention. His old features were still vaguely recognizable, but they had become much softer and feminine. Pete used to be a reasonably handsome man with moderately masculine features. The female face that was looking at him from the screen was quite pretty, although slightly androgynous. Ciera would not win Miss World, but could definitely be considered attractive, especially with her large deep blue eyes.