Rowan, a closeted trans-girl

It was a sensation unlike anything else. One moment Rowan was going about his day, standing at the cash register of his regular coffee shop, fishing for his payment card to pay for an overpriced latte. The next moment everything went black. Not just his vision. All his senses just… stopped. It was the strangest thing to be aware, but to be aware of nothing. There was a vague sense of time passing, but there was nothing to tell by. He couldn’t even panic, he had no physical sense to feel constricted.

He just was.

Then there was a jingle, ominously familiar but distorted, like hearing something from underwater, then the world erupted in a flash of bright light and all of a sudden everything came into sharp focus, so bright that he quickly closed his eyes. And with sound and sight the other senses also returned. It was an ****. The smell of sweat and a hint of bubblegum. A metallic taste in his mouth. A sense of heaviness in his body.

A voice boomed.

“Welcome to the show, Rowan! Come join us on stage.”

There was a tingling in his neck and before he realised what he was doing he was walking forward. He **** himself to face the light. He had to find out what was going on. Then he opened his eyes and his heart constricted. He was in a hot pink television set. In front of him a large crowd of cheering, greedy onlookers and at least 3 different cameras aimed at him. He recognised Jack and Chrissi and he knew where he was. The Bimbo or Billionaire was infamous.

And he’d put himself there.

Well damn.

The applause died down and Jack continued his introduction.

“So, we have men join us from time to time. Most of the time they are signed up by their upset exes or victims of their bullying. But this time we have a different case. Rowan signed himself up!” Rowan’s mind whirled, there was a fog over his memories, he didn’t remember doing any such thing.

“But before we get into that. Rowan, why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself?”

Rowan looked over to Jack, further away on a huge screen he could see himself as the audience saw him. They had somehow managed to pluck him out of his life while keeping him completely in-tact. He was still wearing his tartan sweater, his mid-back length hair was still tied back in a pony tail. He realised he was even still carrying his leather laptop-bag and had his wallet out. He quickly tucked it away into a pocket and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. The only thing different about his appearance was the thin metal collar around his throat.

He felt strangely calm as he answered Jack’s question, better play along until he realised why he was there. There was still no shock.

“Well Jack, I’m Rowan, as you said. 28 years old. I’m an artist and graphic designer. I’m a huge fantasy nerd, I love to read and play ga-”

“And you’re engaged, are you not?” Jack cut in with a grin.

“Yes I am! Very happily so.” Rowan smiled uneasily, Jack bringing up loved ones rarely boded well. He really did love his fiancee and hoped she would be kept out of this mess.

“And Rowan, if you could sate our curiosity, why did you sign up for our show? Was it for the money?” Jack’s grin grew. There was a malicious glint in his eyes.

“Well, the money rewards are very nice…” That must be it, right? Unless… No, there’s no way that they could know this. Ah who was he kidding, these people clearly had some supernatural powers, why wouldn’t they know.

“I hear a ‘but’ there Rowan! You know how much we like butts around here!” Jack winked at the camera.

Rowan blushed. They knew. Did they read the minds of everyone watching the show? He tried to keep his mouth shut, but the collar around his neck buzzed and he found himself responding. “I’m really here because it seemed like an easier way.”

“An easier way for what?” Jack urged. The crowd was silent, attention focused on him.

“To transition…” Rowan admitted in defeat, he looked down to hide his shame, scratching his beard in a nervous tick.

“To transition!” He remembered now, he had been watching one of the rare episodes with a male contestant, and had wished that he could be there instead. He realised that he wished he had been born female, but knowing the traditional methods of transitioning he had decided to stick to his assigned gender. The show, though, had seemed like it was so much easier, and it was hot. But that was just a fanciful thought, he never dreamed this would happen for real.

Jack continued, “Our Rowan here is a trans-woman hoping to use our show to bring out his, or should I say, her true self! Well we can certainly help with that, can we not? What do you think people, shall we bring out her true, and very slutty, self?”

The audience cheered.

Rowan looked up. No one seemed to be judging him. He took a breath and realised how shaky he was. The after-effects of adrenaline buzzing through his body. He-. No, Jack had said it right. She. She had admitted their hidden identity on television, to thousands of people. She was okay. Her eyes stung and she gave a watery smile as she processed the whole experience.

She was still abuzz as Jack asked her the key question.

“So Rowan, what will be your first case?”

Rowan looked over the cases and considered. It wouldn’t matter very much, they were basically random anyways. Still, she was here to become a woman, not to become a bimbo, though Jack and the audience would probably do everything in their power to make that happen.

“Case 17, I have a good feeling about that one.” Please don’t be the intelligence or compulsion case. Those two were the worst ones.

“Alright Chrissi! Open her up!”

“Okay Jacky! Let’s see what sort of cutie we can turn Rowan into!” The blonde bimbo clapped excitedly and bounced over to the selected case, with plenty of accompanying jiggle. She revealed the contents of the case with a disappointed pout.

“Normally I wouldn’t say this, but unlucky! $100,000 doesn’t get you any closer to your goal!”

Rowan gave a jittery grin, “Well Jack, it’s still nothing to scoff at. I’ll let you know I plan on opening cases until I’m satisfied.”

“That’s the spirit! Well then, what will be your second case?”

“Let’s go to the end. Case number 20!”

“You know what to do Chrissi!”

“Yes Jacky!” Thousands of eyes followed Chrissi’s oversexed figure as she made her way over to the final case in the row. When she opened it, it revealed the silhouette of a head with a ponytail. Rowan’s heart leapt in excitement, a bimbo case!

“Aha, your first step! Hair and face! Let us see what our audience’s choices are.”

Hair and Face

1. Pixie Dream. Rowan wants to be a girl, but there’s something to a boyish charm. Let’s give them a pixie cut and make their face androgynous. No facial hair and pouty lips, but without make-up they could still pass as a feminine guy, in terms of face at least.
2. Elven Drapes. Rowan’s first obsession was elves. Let’s make them one of them, with silky silvery locks which we’ll make even longer than their current hair, big green eyes, a beautiful feminine face, and long, very, very sensitive, ears.
3. Dark Fantasy. Fantasy differs for different people. With this choice Rowan will gain a dark feminine look. Heavy goth makeup, with arcane symbols tattooed on their cheekbones, and pitchblack hair that can hide their skin from the sun.
4. Succubus Kiss. For a more traditional bimbo look, with a fantasy twist! With this one Rowan will get a generous dash of sensuality. Plump lips, long lashes, cute nose. But also heart-shaped pupils, pink skin and curved ram’s horns to use as handlebars for anyone enjoying those generous lips.
5. Princess Perfection. A chance at normalcy, to a point. With Princess Perfection Rowan will always look put together, make-up on point and hair nicely done in elaborate braids and not a pin out of place. Even after getting fucked like a good little girl they will remain the picture perfect princess.

“As you can see, we picked a clear theme this time around! We decided to dig up some fun fantasy tropes. Do you have a favourite Rowan?”

Rowan had been reading them with surprise and amazement. “I’m not sure,” she admitted, “they all sound fun. I’m personally not so much into goths. Elven Drapes looks great, but I admit I’m a little worried about the ears, especially knowing this show.”

Jack laughed. “We shall see, shan’t we? Voting starts now!”

Vote here: https://strawpoll.com/3RnYXa5qWye

(Still figuring out the formatting, I may edit this chapter later to update it and hopefully it will be better later. I'd also love to hear any and all feedback!)