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Chapter 7 by Deathcon Deathcon

How does the next round go?

Zero Correct

Gavrilo Princip assassinates Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria in Sarajevo when? 1907? Wrong!

Revolutions and collapse of the Soviet Bloc in Europe when? 1980? Wrong!

Cuban missile crisis when? 1968? Wrong!

Independence of Lesotho, Botswana, and Barbados when? 1977? Wrong!

First Indochina War ends. Algerian War begins when? 1959? Wrong!

"Cameron's first round with all wrong answers!" Frank screamed in joy before calming himself. "Unfortunately all your answers were wrong. You will draw the maximal number of transformations." The chanting began again...

"Double Mental Drain, Blue Eyes, Tattoos, Submissiveness, and Hips Extension!" Frank read my drawn cards as I buried my head in my hands. "Let me guess, you exchanging DMD?"

"Yes!" I shouted.

I pulled Legs Feminisation and Shrinking. I walked into the chamber dreading what will happen next. The stay this time was the longest it has been and perhaps the most agonizing. The blue eyes change was more crystal than blue, I couldn't see the tattoos under my clothes but I dreaded them all the same, hips extension and legs feminization provided me a more womanly bottom, while I shrank down to 5'9 still towering over most women. And the submissiveness... Ugh!

"Some naive romantic soul in our research department believes the most attractive part of a girl is her beautiful eyes. He designed several transformations changing the eye color of our contestants into a more thrilling one." Frank explained the eye color change instead of the obvious that sniving bastard.

"I hope you didn't mess anything up! I don't want to end up blind as a bat, along with my List Induction." I said softly.

"Chill Cameron, you can see now can't you?" Frank joked as the audience laughed with him. "Choose the sixth and final normal category Cameron!"

How does Cameron do now?

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