Second round

“A flawless round, Britney! Congratulations!” Frank announced.

“If someone makes a mistake in this category it means they did not prepare in the slightest.”

“You sound like a harsh teacher,” the host commented with a wink.

“I’m demanding, but not harsh. I have some tolerance for laziness, but I don’t tolerate people who don’t prepare at all,” the contestant replied with a patient smile.

“Sounds fair. Ready for Round Two?”

“Yes. Milestones of the 20th Century, I always liked history.”

In which year the Spanish flu pandemic began? 1918. Correct. In which year the Watergate Scandal began? 1973. Correct. In which year RMS Titanic sank? 1912. Correct. In which year Japan invaded Manchuria, then occupied it until the end of World War II? It was a few years before the war, but I’m not sure exactly. 1933 maybe? WRONG. In which year Perestroika began? 1988. Correct.

“One mistake this time, Britney,” Frank announced, “draw one transformation card.”

“Jewellery.”

“Do you like it?”

“Not really. I almost never wear any jewellery at all. It’s not my style, although I’m not an opponent in general. But the jewellery in your show looks trashy and often outright ugly. I want to change it.”

“That’s your choice. You might be the first contestant to do so. Most consider this transformation to be harmless and keep it, fearing to draw worse ones.”

“The greater the rist, the larger the reward,” Britney replied with a smile.

“That’s true. We at Who Wanna Be a Bimbo know it the best. Draw two new transformation cards.”

“Height Reduction and Slutification of Clothes.”

“Are these two better?”

“Yes, as long as the slutification won’t make my clothes outright, pardon my expression, whorish.”

“No, it won’t. We have the Double Slutification transformation to achieve that.”

“Oh, good! And I like the height reduction. I had always considered myself too tall.”

“That’s a different approach to other contestants as well. At best they tolerate this transformation,” Frank commented.

“The world would be awfully boring, if we were all the same, wouldn’t it?” Britney replied with a wink.

“It would, indeed. Please, enter The Chamber,” the host tried to match his guest’s courtesy and eloquence.

Britney went into the device, closed her eyes as she had been instructed before the show and waited patiently. The feeling was… odd. Not painful or unpleasant, but also difficult to ignore. Having your body change its size almost in a blink of an eye was incredible and the contestant was really curious to see how she would look with ‘normal’ height. She forgot that her outfit was being altered as well and remembered about it only when the door opened, and she saw herself on the large screen.

The contestant was surprised to see that the height reduction did not change the perception of her body as significantly as she had anticipated. She was still tall, slender and athletic; she looked quite good. But… has she been so good-looking the whole time? The new outfit had a much greater impact. The T-shirt changed into a sports-bra, a padded one which created an illusion of breasts on her otherwise flat chest. The yoga pants got tighter and slightly see-through, the panties underneath turned into a thong. Britney had seen women who dressed like that at the gym regularly, so it was not overly slutty, but seeing herself in such an outfit was a minor shock. The muscles on her thighs and buttocks became more prominent, which was not all bad. The contestant was stunned to see her camel-toe though, and suddenly she became very aware of the (rather large) size of her vaginal lips.

“Welcome back, Britney,” said Frank, “do you like the changes?”

“Y-yes,” the contestant stammered for a second, “I do. I think that both of the transformations were for the better.”

“We’re glad to hear it! So you’ll enter the Third Round in a good mood?”

“Definitely. Bones, I studied that topic in college, so I should know a thing or two.”