Fourth round

The fourth round wasn't much better for Michael, he was fighting more his own sexual thoughts than taking care of the questions. Still, he managed to get two answers on the five questions.

"You don't seem focused on the game, Mike, you've made three mistakes again."

Mike heard the end of Frank's sentence, and answered by a distracted "Uh?"

"Take three cards, Mike."

"Ah, shit, I missed that much? Honestly, I barely remember any of the questions you asked. I'm too amped by how many chicks I'll be able to bang with this body."

"I'm happy you like it."

Michael picked three cards and saw on the screen. Fetish : rough sex, soft voice, lust induction.

"What do you think of those cards, Mike?"

"They're not bad this time. Rough sex is good, I'm already kinda into it, soft voice is annoying but not problematic. Just lust induction that I have to take care of, I've already a lot of difficulties to focus with how I am right now."

"So, you want to discard lust induction?"

"Yes."

The card disappeared from the screen and two new ones replaced it. Making Michael go pale. Clothes slutification and sex change.

"Wait ! Shit ! Forget it, I don't discard the card!"

"I'm sorry, Mike, that's not how the rules work."

"I don't want to play then! I don't want to be a chick!"

"It seems that you didn't read the rules properly. You don't have a choice, once you've started the game, you have to finish it."

Mike remembered something like that in the contract. Something about being sued to oblivion if he didn't abide by the rules. He got conned, he should have never participated at that game...

Clenching his teeth, he entered the chamber. The humming started, and his clothes started to change. His black pants turned into a skirt, stopping above the knees. His boots grew higher, covering most of his calf, while the heels gained a centimeter (half an inch) in height. The socks on his feet turned into stockings, while his shirt unbuttoned itself, giving him a good neckline and the sleeves rolled up to show more skin on his hairless arms. Finally, Michael could feel an emptiness growing between his legs while his boxers changed into a lace thong.

Michael entered the chamber as a man and walked out as a woman. Her chest was slightly smaller, and her shoulders were more narrow, which, with her face, left little doubt of her sex. The only downsides were her bald head and lack of breasts. In a way, it gave her some interesting vibes with her sexy clothes.

"You're going well into the bimbo road, Mike, what do you think?"

"I... I don't..."

Michael stopped there, her voice was so soft and feminine, it felt like couldn't even yell if she wanted to.

"You probably don't know, but in this show, when you get a fetish, we do a little activity to demonstrate it."

"What ?"

A tall, muscular man arrived at the stage at that moment and grabbed her by the neck. Before, she could react, he brought her face to his and kissed her. Her bisexuality, constant arousal, and fetish of rough sex kicked in immediately. Despite having his tongue **** in her mouth, her pussy soaked her underwear. After that, Michael got thrown in a bed and the man teared away her skirt and lace thong. The public cheered as he lifted one of her legs and pushed his cock into her throbbing pussy. For the first time in her life, she could feel a cock in her, pumping recklessly in her vagina, and she loved it. Delicate moans escaped her lips as he pushed his thumb in her mouth to keep her jaw open. In the pleasure of the ****, she didn't think of the spectacle she was giving, she needed to fuck for too long.

After that, the man turned her on all four and since he couldn't pull her hair, he put his middle finger and index of both of his hand in her mouth, pulling her back by the cheeks. Each ram of his hips was making her moan of pleasure. She never would have guessed how getting fucked that hard could be so good, and yet she was enjoying it fully. It didn't matter that it was a man, it was great, and at the moment, she didn't care. She let out a long moan, louder than the rest, as she came... hard. Her whole body was shacking while the man left her fall on the bed. Her head was spinning, and she slowly got back to herself.

"How was it, Mike? Did you like our surprise?"

"Fuck... that was... fuck..."

Frank let her came back to her sense, and she sat on the edge of the bed, her pussy still pulsing from the harsh treatment. She slowly realized that she just had hardcore sex in front of a public and felt her cheeks turning red. She really turned into a bisexual woman... fuck... She should have been angry or sad, or anything, but that session of rough sex shattered all her beliefs.

"Are you ready for the fifth round, Mike?"

"I... guess so..."

"What theme do you chose?"

Michael walked butt naked to the chair for the quiz, her skirt and thong were torn apart and therefore useless.

"I'll take movies from the 90s, Frank."