Fourth round

The questions were surprisingly easy. She was given a short paragraph written in some language and was supposed to pick the right one from four options. The first one was written in Cyryllic and from the four choices only a single language used that alphabet - Russian. Correct. The second one was in the Latin alphabet, but the language was obviously Spanish. Correct. Third was equally easy to recognise. Portuguese. Correct. Fourth was written in a Far Eastern alphabet; the Dean did not know any of those languages, but she could recognise Korean when she saw it. Correct. Fortunately for Patricia’s plot the final question was supposed to be tricky. She was given a choice between Polish, Czech, Slovakian and Hungarian. The contestant could not recognise whether the text was written in Czech or Slovakian, but she knew for sure that it was not Polish, yet that was her answer. WRONG.

“One mistake again, Patricia,” the host announced, “the audience and I are glad that linguistics aren’t your forte either.”

“Unfortunately none of the categories are. I have a decent memory and can learn a lot, but I can’t memorise everything about nothing in particular though.”

“We’re happy to hear it,” Frank replied with a grin, “hopefully we’ll be able to find more holes in your education. Now draw one transformation card.”

“Slutification of Clothes. Oh dear.”

“While this certainly isn’t a minor wardrobe change, the name of the transformation might be slightly misleading,” the host explained, “it greatly depends on the contestant’s initial outfit. Yours is elegant and professional. While it’ll certainly become more revealing, you won't look like a slut. For that Double Slutificatin would be necessary.”

“Are you trying to convince me to keep it?”

“I just want to be sure that you know what your options are.”

“Thank you,” Patricia said almost absent-mindedly. It was clear that she was genuinely pondering on the matter. For a moment there was silence, until she finally spoke. “I think I’m going to keep this transformation. It might not necessarily be completely harmless, but the risk with the two new ones would just be too great.”

“In that case, into The Chamber you go.”

Patricia was not particularly unhappy with her new transformation, but it was not something she desired either. Its impact on her life might not be overly negative, but it did not help her with her ultimate goal of rejuvenation. As curious as she was about being transformed, she did not want to draw any of the harsher ones. She calmly entered the device and closed her eyes. The most noticeable change was the disappearance of her jacket. The Dean could also feel her skirt becoming shorter and her skirt - tighter; her lingerie seemed to be getting altered as well. Eventually the whole process stopped and she walked out of the device.

The camera initially showed her entire body and Patricia almost sighed with relief. The new outfit was undeniably more revealing, but not outrageously so. One could call it flirty and, while that was not the usual type of outfit worn by professors, it was also not something that should cause a scandal. Especially since Patricia, without false modesty, admitted that she looked really well. The skirt reached to the middle of her thighs, the pantyhose underneath seemed unaltered and together with the heels shaped her legs nicely. The skirt was tight to begin with and now it was modelled to further flaunt her full, round buttocks. Her panties had become a thong, so there would be no visible panty line. The most eye-catching changes occured at the top though. With the jacket gone the Dean’s white shirt was fully revealed; and it was transformed as well. It became tighter and now revealed some cleavage; not too much, but enough to spark the imagination; especially considering the size of Patricia’s breasts. The bra underneath still offered its support, but became cupless. Together with the shirt’s tightness it meant that the contestant’s erect nipples were poking through the thin fabric.

Of course the camera had to zoom in on her chest at some point, so no-one would miss them. Them rubbing against the shirt was not any less arousing than against the bra. Patricia felt embarrassed, but also strangely excited; her blush was another sign of her emotions. She did not suddenly became an exhibitionist, but the novelty of the entire experience became emotionally… not yet overwhelming, but certainly confusing. It also cracked a few doors open in her head which lead to a place she did not even know existed. On a purely personal level Patricia would gladly go down this road, but she was there not as a private person, but as a Dean of Oxbridge University. That meant she had to control her urges, at least to a certain degree. Unfortunately as time went by self-control was becoming more difficult to exert.

“Welcome back, Patricia,” Frank interrupted her train of thoughts, “you look stunning! I hope you’ll agree with us that your new outfit isn’t overly revealing. It’s just right?”

“For this show? Certainly,” the contestant replied, “not necessarily for all other occasions though,” she added with a wink.

“A conditional agreement. I guess we’ll have to be satisfied with it. Now that you’ve seen yourself in the new outfit, do you consider the transformation a positive, neutral or a negative one?”

“This answer will also be conditional. If I was going for a party, it would be positive, to a funeral - negative. Overall I think we can settle on neutral. I’m not angry with it and I don’t regret not discarding it.”

“Fair enough. I consider your attitude to be overall positive,“ Frank replied with a broad smile, “would you find me boring though, if I asked you for yet another short presentation?”

“Not at all,” the Dean answered, trying to hide her enthusiasm, “every new outfit deserves to be exhibited properly.”

“You can start when you’re ready.”

Patricia was not sure whether she was actually ready, but she was certainly eager. She was not bored with the ‘modelling career’ either; judging from the catcalls, neither was the audience. She might have been doing the same thing for the third time, but the circumstances kept changing and so did her attitude. All the transformations, the general excitement and of course the growing arousal meant that repetitiveness was not an issue. The audience was of the same opinion; there were whistles and indecent comments. The Dean even thought that she recognised one of the voices as belonging to her student, but that might just have been her imagination. At this point Patricia felt as if she was a professional model and strode across the stage with the same confidence. Her strides could now be longer, because the short skirt was not as limiting. That added even more bounce to her breasts and amplified the teasing effect of the nipples rubbing against the shirt. The contestant finally had the chance to flaunt her legs. She might not have been as tall as an actual model and her legs were not exceptionally long, but they were shapely enough and she worked out regularly to keep them in a decent shape. Plus of course the combination of killer heels, pantyhose and tight, short skirt effectively enhanced their sexiness. Patricia felt attractive and could witness that the audience’s feelings matched hers; it pleasantly rubbed her ego and further elevated her excitement.

The Dean made one more length across the stage this time, for herself as much as for the audience. Her breasts kept bouncing with each step and her erect nipples poked visibly through the thin fabric. Their rubbing kept her in a state of a limited, but constant arousal. The camera zoomed in and out to properly flaunt all of her best assets. When she finally returned to her panel the cheering was louder and went on for much longer than previously; it was also accompanied by cat-whistles. The blush on the contestant’s face never disappeared.

“Thank you, Patricia,” said Frank, when the noise quieted down, “you’re getting better with each round.”

“Practice makes perfect and I’m a quick learner.”

“So let’s take another opportunity to learn. Ready for the Fifth Round?”

“Certainly. Poland.”