Taylor, a rich, spoiled, young man with an ultimatum from his step-mother

A spoiled brat. This might have been the most accurate description of Taylor. At the age of twenty six he certainly was no longer a kid, but his lack of responsibility, discipline and a general immature behaviour put him in that category. Taylor was the youngest child of an extremely wealthy man. He never knew his mother and had experienced no real upbringing. He was raised by wealth and a throng of compliant servants; he had never heard ‘no’ in his entire life. Unsurprisingly such life had made him selfish and arrogant.

Taylor was not bad looking, even if a bit effeminate. His father’s luxurious mansion included a gym and a pool, so the young man remained in decent shape. He never developed a muscular physique though, his body remained slender and ironically only his ass grew thick. Taylor had a pretty, although androgynous face and medium length blonde hair. Both features only increased his overall effeminate image, but that did not bother the young man. He was fully confident in his heterosexuality and no-one dared to make fun of him, because of his father’s wealth. Taylor had the best proof of his masculinity between his legs; his penis and his testicles were as large as his libido was high. He had a new girl every month, sometimes even two at the same time.

Taylor’s la dolce vita ended when his father remarried once again. His stepmother was much younger than his father, only a few years older than the youngest son, but surprisingly was not a stereotypical trophy wife. Abigail, because that was her name, was intelligent, decisive and could persuade her husband to do anything she wanted. One of those things was giving her complete control of the house’s budget. Suddenly the unemployed Taylor became financially dependent on his stepmother and she was not keen on supporting a lazy parasite playboy. The young man had never worked in his life and possessed no employment-worthy skills. Abigail was aware that Taylor would not be able to find a job, but she was not cruel, so she came up with a proposal. Her stepson would participate in the Who Wanna Be a Bimbo show and win as much money as he could. Abigail then would double his prize, but from that point onward he would have to pay rent, if he wanted to remain in the mansion. Taylor could not come up with a better idea to earn a lot of money quickly, so he reluctantly agreed to the proposal.

The young man knew the show well. He watched it regularly and loved to see the participants being transformed into sexy bimbos. He tried to prepare for the quiz, but unfortunately for him, he had never been **** to actually study or to even methodically perform any tedious tasks. Thus Taylor was simply unable to properly learn trivia for the show. He might have been relatively intelligent, but had never actually learnt how to use that intelligence in practice.

Taylor did know how to look good though and could be quite charming when he chose to. For the show he put on a casually elegant outfit, consisting of navy blue trousers and a white shirt; both were tailored specifically for him. He combed his hair diligently; he knew that women loved his hair, some even envied him for its thickness and natural colour, and he wanted to make the best appearance possible. Taylor entered the stage with a confident step and a charming smile on his face.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Frank Trustworthy. Welcome to Who Wanna Be a Bimbo! Today with me is Taylor. Do you wanna be a bimbo, Taylor?”

“Hello, Frank,” the contestant replied in a friendly voice and a charming smile, “It’s a tempting offer, but I’ve been told that I’m pretty enough already. But there’s never enough money, so the choice is obvious.”

“Are there no transformations you find attractive?” the host inquired.

“Hmm,” Taylor pondered theatrically, “I’ve always been curious how it would feel to have actually long hair, but I could never find the patience to grow and groom it. Body hair removal sounds quite convenient… Oh! And there’s muscle INcrease transformation, isn’t there?”

“There is one, indeed.”

“Then it’s number one on my list. I work out regularly, but somehow my muscles just don’t want to grow.”

“The more mistakes you make the greater your chance for these transformations,” Frank said with a wink.

“Ha!” the contestant laughed, “you’re technically correct, but winning money is still my priority.”

Taylor was being friendly and charming mostly for practical purposes. He was aware that the quiz was easier, at least mentally, if you had the audience on your side. He could be manipulative when the circumstances required it, but he also genuinely liked the show; although he preferred to watch it from the safety of his living room chair. Seeing how the dumb bimbos get publicly humiliated was highly entertaining, risking becoming one - not so much. Right now he tried to make the best of the situation.

“Ready to begin?” Frank asked.

“Sure,” Taylor replied with fake confidence.

“Draw the categories then.”

“****, European Cities, World Capitals, Sort, Recognise Weapons and Military Vehicles,Milestones of 20th Century, Dogs, Eurovision, Geometry, Bard of Avon, Solar System, European Countries.”

“Do you like them?”

“Yeah, they should be easy,” the contestant lied. He was painfully aware of his own inadequate preparation, ”all, apart from the Geometry,” he joked to bolster up his own confidence.

“That’s a common opinion,” the host replied, smiling, “which category for the first round?”

“World Capitals.”