Fourth round

“Remember, you’re still a man!” the contestant thought to himself right before Frank spoke.

“How do you like your new self?”

“I guess I can live with that.”

“I’m sure we’ll get more enthusiasm from you eventually.”

Ciera just shrugged in response.

“Which category for the fourth round?”

“Let’s try dogs.”

Unlike Cats this category was not about answering questions, but recognising the breed of a shown dog. It might sound easy, but Ciera was not the greatest fan of dogs and of the five presented she knew only the Dalmatian. He managed to guess correctly the Shetland Sheepdog, but the other three guesses: Shiba Inu, Jack Russell Terrier and Karelian Bear Dog were all WRONG. The contestant was not even aware that there were so many different breeds of dogs.

“Only two correct answers this time, Ciera,” Frank announced, “three mistakes means three transformation cards.”

“High Heels, Waist Narrowing, Double Hair Extension.”

“Do you like them?”

“Not so much the heels, but I’ll gladly get slimmer and grow some hair on my head. These two are actually welcome.”

“We’ll finally be able to see the effects of the blonde hair transformation. They should fit well with your blue eyes. And the high heels will mitigate the height reduction.”

“I guess you can say that.”

“Into The Chamber.”

Ciera was once again in a better mood. He gave only two correct answers, so his potential prize would not be as big, but at least the transformation were fine. He was aware how the High Heels worked and that his sinews and mind would be altered, but he believed that he could deal with that; even if he would look silly in such shoes. The process of transformation was again perceptible and the itching of Ciera’s scalp was awful, but he managed to withstand it motionlessly. Finally the door opened and he could step out.

The golden hair on Ciera’s head were not overly long, they barely covered his ears, but were truly gorgeous. Even in his youth Pete did not possess such thick healthy hair. This transformation could definitely be counted as a positive. So was the waist narrowing. Ciera was not necessarily as slender as a supermodel, but any remnants of the beer belly were gone. Combined with the age regression and demuscle he now had an athletic healthy posture.

“Still undeniably male,”Ciera reminded himself in his mind.

The high heels took away a bit of the masculinity in the way they altered the shape of legs and buttocks. Ciera looked even taller than he did before the height reduction, because the stiletto heels were fifteen centimetres tall. That was the kind of height his girls would wear to ‘work’, but the few steps he made out of The Chamber were surprisingly comfortable.

“Welcome back, Ciera,” Frank announced, “you look more like a proper bimbo with each round. The audience and I are happy to see the changes.”

“Good for you.”

“Don’t you like your hair and slender waist?”

“I do. I just wish we could stop it here.”

“It’s all up to you. Just give correct answers and there’ll be no more transformations. Would you be so kind and give us a little presentation of your high heels?”

Before Ciera moved the camera made a close-up of the shoes. They were tall, but definitely not trashy. This pair of red shiny pumps would be way too expensive for any street walker. Also there were no platforms, so the entire fifteen centimetres came from the heels and caused the feet to create an incredible arc. Ciera had always admired long legs in high heels, but until now she would never consider wearing them himself. He knew what was expected of him, so reluctantly he began to walk across the stage.

“Remember that you’re a man,” the contestant kept repeating to himself in his thoughts.

Ciera was amazed how effortless the small spectacle was to him; as if he had been practicing walking in heels the entire life. His body was still masculine, but the stilettos changed its perception and his stride was perfectly feminine. The audience’s clapping proved that they enjoyed the show, even though the contestant was not yet an actual bimbo.