Sixth round

Patricia was not sure why she had not picked this category earlier. Astronomy had been a part of her education back when she was a student. That did not make her an expert, but at least it should have given her an edge over the historical categories. Considering the superb results of the recent transformations she was determined to go on with the plan.

What is the fifth planet from the Sun? Jupiter. Correct. Pluto was discovered by Clyde Tombaugh at Lowell Observatory in which year? 1930. Correct. Which of the following planets have rings? Saturn, Jupiter, Uranus and Neptune. Correct. Which is the second largest planet in the Solar System, named after the Roman god of agriculture? Saturn. Correct. The moon orbiting in the largest distance (0.33 AU) of its planet is Neso (January 2021). It is an irregular moon of which planet? This was exactly the kind of question suitable for the Dean’s plot, apparently even Roman gods supported her on her quest. She suspected that she knew the right answer, but was not certain. The most intuitive answer would be that it was the largest planet which had the most distant moon; and thus she answered Jupiter. WRONG.

“One mistake again, Patricia,” the host announced.

“In my defence I can say that I realised what the correct answer was as soon as you said ‘wrong’.”

“We’re happy that it did not occur earlier.”

“Ha! But I took an astronomy course back in the day. Even though that was thirty years ago, what kind of example am I giving to the students?” the Dean was not merely playing a role in her own scheme. She really felt minor pangs of conscience, but not strong enough to change her mind at this point.

“I’m not sure about example, but you’re going to give them another show once you’ve undergone more transformations. Draw one transformation card.”

“Shrinking. Meh.”

“I take it that you don’t like it.”

‘It’s not like I’m an actual supermodel with plenty of centimetres to spare. It’s a bit like Pretty in Pink, only less fun. I guess we can let the audience decide once again.”

As an observant person Patricia already suspected what the result of the voting would be. Her suspicions turned out to be correct, an overwhelming majority voted for discarding.

“Draw two new transformation cards,” said Frank.

“Double Face Feminization and Waist Narrowing. Perfect! “

“Maybe letting the audience decide brings good luck?” the host suggested with a wink.

“I hope it does. We still have one more round to go.”

“But first we have two transformations to go. Into The Chamber!”

The Dean could not believe her luck. She might not have drawn the actual Age Reduction yet, but had instead drawn four transformations with some rejuvenating effects to them. It was not only exciting, but also beneficial in more than one way. Having her waist narrowed was not necessarily a game changer, she did her best to stay in a good shape and had an attractive hourglass figure. But one could not stop the time and it was always nice to have ‘magic’ assist your diet and exercises. Face Feminization on the other hand was greatly desired; not because Patricia felt ugly or masculine features. She and others had always considered her face pretty, though not necessarily beautiful. But that was also the place where age always wrought the most damage, which could not be fixed by any exercises; reverting that would be a real blessing. She entered the device in high spirits. When the door closed first she felt her face tingling. A few seconds later the sensation stopped or rather moved to her waist. She had a feeling similar to having a corset tightened around one’s waist, but without the breathlessness. A few moments later she was ready to step out.

The camera first zoomed in onto Patricia’s face; the changes were significant. The Dean could still recognise herself, but paired with the altered hair, other people might end up not recognising her at all. Not only all the wrinkles and minor discolourations were gone, any rougher edges of features were smoothed out and the uncharacteristic but attractive elements became more prominent. All changes were smooth and did not drastically impact the overall appearance, so Patricia remained herself, only now looked younger and prettier. Despite the show’s name she did not end up looking like a botox bimbo.

The camera then zoomed out, instead of focusing on her waist; this way it could show her fabulous hourglass figure. The Dean’s breasts and hips did not change their size, but the narrowed waist caused them to look larger. The clothes, especially the shirt, obviously had been altered as well in order to flaunt the contestant’s curves in the best possible way. The nipples were still erect and poked through the thin, tight fabric; the camera could not miss them. Patricia looked hot and the audience’s clapping only confirmed it.

“We’re glad to see our stunning, curvaceous model back on the stage,” the host greeted her with a grin, “are you ready for another photoshoot?”

“I was hoping you’d suggest that,” the contestant replied, no longer caring whether she sounded too enthusiastic or not.

The excitement and arousal had a similar effect on her psyche as **** would. She was aware of the possible negative consequences, but no longer cared. At least when it came to moderately tame activities like clothed photoshoot.

The entire impromptu studio was set up equally swiftly. Patrick was back with his camera and started where they left off. One of the buttons on Patricia’s shirt was already opened, so he left it that way. He instructed her to hike up her skirt which she did without hesitation. The additional exposure was minor, but noticeable; it had a visual impact on the photoshoot and also a mental one on the model. The photos themselves were sexier and more erotic too. Nothing even remotely pornographic though, Patrick knew well how to gradually change the mood without being explicit. He expertly managed to remain sophisticated even when he later instructed the Dean to open another button and hike up her skirt some more. Her buttocks remained covered, but almost her entire legs became exposed and thus the viewer was teased even more with the possibility of an upskirt. Patrick focused his camera mostly on the borders between the clothed and the bare (or nylon-covered), but he never lost sight of the bigger picture. He also paid a little tribute to the erect nipple, which constantly poked through the tight shirt. The blush of joy remained on Patricia’s face the entire time, but this time it was swiftly joined by a brighter one caused by arousal. She was fully aware that by exposing her nylon-covered legs and flashing the deep cleavage she was turning others on; that realisation excited her greatly. The applause after the photoshoot was even louder and longer than previously.

“You’re becoming a better model with each passing round, Patricia,” Frank said when the clapping finally stopped.

“I have a wonderful teacher,” the contestant replied, smiling brightly.

“And you’re a brilliant student. I’m sure that you won’t forget about my proposal for a future modelling career,” the host stated rather than asked.

“How could I?!” the Dean no longer tried to hide her enthusiasm for that idea.

“Are you ready for the Seventh Round?”

“Yes! Metals.”