Second round

Ashley just shrugged at his own sight and decided to go on with it.

“Feeling comfortably, Ashley?”

“With clothes, I guess so, but I’ll have to get used to my new face.”

“Don’t start that yet, it might still change. Ready for the second round.”

“Yes. Roman Numerals.”

Ashley remembered the subject from school, but that was some years ago, so his knowledge was a bit rusty. He did well with the X’s, V’s and I’s, but only three of the five numbers consisted solely of these letters. When the L’s, C’s, D’s and M’s were present, Ashley had to guess. Unfortunately for him both guesses were WRONG.

“Two transformations this time. Draw the cards.”

“High Heels and Fetish: Anal Sex.”

“Can you already imagine yourself being pegged, while dressed in high heels and sexy lingerie?”

“I’d rather not. I guess, I’d have to live with the heels, but I prefer my ass to be exit only.”

“You don’t like anal play?”

“My wife wanted to try pegging few times and it wasn’t THAT bad, but I’d rather be the one, who enters through other’s back door. I want to discard that transformation.”

“Draw two new ones then.”

“Demuscle, Fetish: Latex. Crap.”

“You don’t like them?”

“Latex might be fine, but I like my muscles. I worked hard to get them.”

“I’ll have to disappoint you. After the transformation, you will no longer be able to gain such musculature. Sorry, but you can’t discard it. Enter The Chamber.”

Ashley reluctantly obeyed. As he got out, the changes were far more prominent, than the first time. His body was significantly smaller, but he still remained athletic and muscular, although not so bulky anymore. His body looked overall more lean also because of the killer, stiletto heels, that made him over two meters tall. But even these were not the main difference - from head to toe Ashley’s body was covered in black, shiny, latex catsuit. The heels, that made him so insanely tall, were a part of thigh-high boots made of the same material. He looked, as if he had just left a fetish party.

“Would you be so kind” said Frank invitingly “and stride through the stage, as if it was a catwalk?”

Ashley was not overjoyed with the perspective, but complied with the request. He did that out of sheer curiosity, to find out how the new outfit would feel. The tight latex over his skin was a bit weird, but at the same time felt so very right. The heels, despite being fifteen centimetres tall stilettos on a three centimetre platform, felt natural as well. Ashley strode like a model, a female model, despite his still undeniably masculine built.

The audience was enjoying the show and rewarded it with a minor round of applause.

“Thank you, Ashley. You’re getting sexier already. I bet that after few more rounds you’ll be a real hottie. Ready for round number three?”

“Yes, Money.”