Phuong, 27, female CEO of a tech start-up [by Javalar]

As the lights went on the studio, with Phuong in the middle of the stage, she felt butterflies in her stomach for a few milliseconds. But then the nervosity was gone. She was sure of herself. Otherwise she wouldn't be here. There was money to win. A lot of money - money that would free her from the need to look out for investors who wanted to dictate the direction her successful start-up should go.

"Aaaaand welcome to a new Round of Who Wanna Be A Bimbo!" the voice of the moderator boomed. "Today, we have lovely Phuong with us, who will test herself and her knowledge with our questions tonight. Do you want to be a bimbo, Phuong?"

"Absolutely not."

"Aha! What a pity! I'd say you'd make a rather nice Asian bimbo doll."

"Yeah, I thought you'd say that. You can keep your racial fantasies, Frank, I don't play along with those. And I am very much determined not to be transformed tonight."

"I won't hear any 'Love you very looong' tonight?"

Ugh. How she hated those stereotypes. Phuong had been confronted with those kind of racial slurs and jokes her whole life. Every man who saw her seemed to immediatly catch a severe case of "Yellow fever" and fantasized her into some Asian sex doll. Which she wasn't. She was undeniably pretty, but also smart and determined. Best student of her year. Successful founder of a tech start-up. Prepared to take risks. Which she proved by being here tonight, resolute and strong-willed to win some money - in the face of the danger to undergo some transformations which would turn her into her own worst nightmare. Instead of gracing the moderator with an answer, Phuong just gave him a cold smile.

"So, Phuong, you are 27 years, and already in the list of the 30 most successful business people under 30, thanks to your tech company 'OneLook'. I must admit I haven't really understood what this one is about, it sounded rather complicated..."

"I guessed that. It's about protocol structures for blockchains..."

"Aha, aha. I don't know anything about blockchains, frankly. Although I'd love to see you chained up, Phuong, haha. Are you submissive?"

"No, Frank, I am not. And I don't intend to become submissive or any of those things you fantasize about when you see my Asian face. Can we start now? I am getting bored here..."

"Well, Phuong, you know the rules of the game - the audience wants to know about you. Especially before your transformations!"

"There will not be any before and after," Phuong replied, feeling anger rising. Calm down, she told herself. He tries to unsettle you. That's their game. That's how they play these things to turn hapless women into dumb bimbos. That's how this whole game show works. Phuong knew all about it. She had watched countless episodes in order to perpare this run. She was ready.

"Good, good. I love your spirit, Phuong. Let's start the first round. We can ask more questions later..."

To the drumroll of the music, the categories were revealed. A sly smile crept on Phoungs face. "Southeast Asia", "classical music"... good, good. Those were home runs. A few others could hide more difficulties, but she would decide that once she was there.

"Southeast Asia," Phuong said.

The first round was about to start...

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[Content warning: This story will deal with racial stereotypes, especially Asian cliches, and the involuntary transformation into a stereotype.]