Third round

What’s the name of the fear of strangers, foreigners, or aliens? Xenophobia. Correct. What’s the name of the fear of open places? Mhm… megalophobia? WRONG. What’s the name of the fear of fish? There’s really such a phobia? Bill was genuinely shocked. I don’t know, maybe Ichthyophobia. Correct. What’s the name of the fear of love? This one I can kind of understand, but I didn’t know it had a name. Leukophobia maybe? WRONG. What’s the name of the fear of sharp objects? Tachophobia. WRONG.

“Three mistakes once again,” the host announced, “draw three transformation cards.”

“Butt Expansion, Pink Lips, Penis Reduction. Really?”

“You don’t like one of them?”

Bill’s macho persona was not merely an act. He WAS a tough guy, he had a high sex drive and his sizable penis was his pride. Any reduction of its size, especially publicly known, would be too big a hit to the actor’s ego.

“The last one obviously,” Browne answered.

“You can discard it,” Frank replied, “in such case you’ll have to draw two new transformation cards.”

“I’ll discard it,” Bill said and once again reached for the deck, “Double Face Feminization and High Heels.”

“Better?”

“I guess,” the actor replied, masking disappointment in his voice.

“No more discarding in this round. Into The Chamber!”

Browne managed to remain calm, but he was not exactly happy. The transformations were piling up and they seemed to be getting more prominent. He entered The Chamber, closed his eyes and waited for the familiar itching to return. This time it attacked different parts of his body - face, especially the lips, buttocks and feet. It did not last long enough for Bill’s worries to grow though. Soon the door opened and he could step out to see himself on the screen. He observed the clearly altered image as the audience clapped.

The cameraman started at Browne’s head. The face was still recognisable, but it had changed significantly. Even Double Feminization could not change Bill’s chiseled featured into feminine ones; he now looked androgynous, but also quite pretty. The previous Hair Extension became more prominent with the recent changes and together with the Pink Lips created an image of pleasant femininity. What looked even more feminine was Browne’s lower body. The muscular buttocks had grown, covered by a shapely layer of fat. They would have been prominent on their own, but the addition of high heels enhanced them tremendously. Bill’s patent leather shoes not only received thirteen centimetre tall heels, but had been redesigned into gorgeous Louboutins (the producers of the quiz were not opposed to product placement). The new booty, together with the heels and tight latex leggings, was something that most straight men would call a “hot ass”.

“Welcome back, Bill,” Frank greeted him when the audience quieted down, “you’re looking better with each passing round.”

“Are you saying that I looked bad when we started?” the actor retained his smooth personality and cracked a joke, he also made an exaggerated suspicious expression.

“My audience and I here at the Who Wanna Be a Bimbo have a slightly different taste than your average fan.”

“That I don’t doubt.”

“You got to admit that your ass looks fabulously,” the host teased.

“It’s not half bad indeed,” Bill not-so-reluctantly agreed.

“How about you give us a little show and demonstrate how proficient you are in walking in these heels.”

Bill looked down onto his shoes, he had almost forgotten that this transformation took place. The heels felt so comfortable and just so… right. He was himself curious how walking in them would feel.

“Sure,” Browne replied with a smile, “it’s the actors duty to please the audience.”

Even after all the transformations he had undergone so far Bill was still a tall muscular man. One would assume that it was not exactly the kind of person that could look sexy in high heels. The actor was afraid of that and feared the silly sight he might present. His ego and the macho persona were not happy, but at the same time he could not deny that the heels on his feet felt as good as the latex leggings on his legs. Walking in such shoes turned out to be surprisingly easy and comfortable. Browne could not help but sneak a glance at the screen when it showed his sexy booty from the back. That definitely was not a macho sight, but it was not as bad as he had feared, again. The clapping of the audience confirmed to the actor that he was not exactly losing; even if a “victory” was loosely defined.

Bill made two lengths across the stage and returned to his panel. The audience rewarded him with another round of applause.

“Thank you, Bill,” said Frank when they quieted down, “you’re a natural. Ready for round number four?”

“Yeah, sure,” Browne was not as confident as previously, but he was relieved and mostly managed to maintain his act.

“Which category?”

“Hmm… let’s try The Second Best.”