INTRODUCTION
Bill Browne was an asshole. No-one had any doubts about it. But being an asshole is not an obstacle to making a career in Hollywood, quite the opposite. Especially since Bill had all the other qualities necessary for a movie star. He was tall, handsome, charismatic and good enough at acting to star in action movies. His good looks, talent and popularity caused the producers to be fully forgiving of the flaws of his character, but that in turn made his character even more unbearable.
Browne's worst trait might have been his treatment of women. Thanks to his muscular posture, strong masculine facial features, deep low-pitched voice and charming (when he wanted to) personality he could seduce any woman almost effortlessly. But the prince charming approach did not last long, eventually he showed his true colours. Bill was rude, self-centred, patronising and objectified everyone who had no power over him. His three ex-wives learnt about that the hard way. But eventually they managed to recover emotionally and formed an alliance, hell-bent on revenge. Their fourth and crucial ally was Jessica, Browne's agent whose emotional state was also suffering from the actor's treatment.
Jessica's participation was so important because, despite Bill's mistreatment, she actually had influence on him and he trusted her with career choices. She was a superb agent and it was her involvement that turned the actor into a superstar in a short time. But gratefulness was not on Browne's traits list.
Jessica's role in the plot was to persuade Bill to participate in the Who Wanna Be a Bimbo quiz show. The producers of the quiz were easy to convince. They were willing to pay Browne a handsome sum to take part in their show, because they knew that a celebrity of such status would spike up their already ridiculous viewership even higher. Persuading Bill was a bit more difficult. He might not have been the sharpest tool in the shack, but he was not stupid either; he watched the show and understood the kind of risk that came with the participation. Jessica lied to him that the quiz would be rigged and that they would select seven categories and questions within them, so Bill could prepare perfectly. As an actor he had a decent memory, so memorising a bunch of answers would not be a problem. The ex-wives bribed two employees of the quiz to confirm that information. The fixed seven categories were supposed to be: The Oscars, Flags of American, Olympic Games, American Presidents, Recognise Cars, World War Two Leaders, Superbowl. The other five to make the dozen would be random. Bill signed the contract.
THE SHOW
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Who Wanna Be a Bimbo! My name is Frank Trustworthy and today with me is the greatest celebrity we had ever hosted on this show - Bill Browne!"
The audience began to clap as they usually did, but only when the actor entered the stage and they realised that it actually was THE Bill Browne, the cheering got significantly louder. Bill was a sight to behold. An expensive neatly-tailored suit enhanced his tall muscular frame. A charming smile brightened his ruggedly handsome face. His stride was smooth, but confident; he captivated the audience instantly. Frank waited for the audience to calm down before continuing.
"Do you wanna be a bimbo, Bill?"
"Not at all," Browne replied with a smug smile and confidence in his voice, "I'm here to win. That's what I do."
"We all thought that you got tired of playing the macho man and wanted to adopt some femininity."
"Ha ha! Nothing like that. I'll keep all my masculinity intact."
"So you're here for the money?"
"Nah. I got enough of it. I'll donate my entire prize to charity. I'm here to show that I can succeed at anything in which I choose to participate."
"Good luck, Bill. I'm sure that the public loves your macho persona, but in my audience many would love to see you bimbofied."
"They'll be disappointed."
"We'll see about that. Draw the categories."
"Recognise Cars." Good, Bill thought to himself, it's all going according to plan. "Cats, Swords." There's no need to worry, five were supposed to be random. "Phobias." O-oh. "Flags of America." Oof, he relaxed inwardly, but managed to maintain a poker face. "Leaves, Egyptian Mythology." It's five already. "Eurovision, Rivers." Something is very wrong, these aren't the fixed categories. "Space Conquest, The Second Best, French Geography." Shit, Browne realised he had been set up, the bribed employee of the quiz most likely had not kept his end of the deal. But the formal contract was ironclad, there was no way for him to withdraw now.
"Are you happy with the categories?" Frank asked with his customary professional stage smile, but Bill thought he had heard a trace of mockery in his voice.
"They'll do. I'd dealt with worse obstacles."
"We're glad to hear it. Which one for the first round?"
"Recognise Cars," Bill answered, successfully feigning confidence.
This was one of the two supposedly fixed categories, so he might as well start with it. It soon turned out that the cars were different from the ones he had memorised, but Browne was a fan of automobiles in general, so had no problems with naming the models of the cars he saw on the screen. These were all classics: Mercedes-Benz 300 SL, Citroën 2CV, Fiat 124 Sport Spider, Aston Martin DB5 and Ferrari F40.
"A flawless run," the host announced as the audience clapped, "congratulations Bill, you're on your path to victory. Which category for the second round?"
"Flags of America," Browne answered. He still wondered whether there was that trace of mockery in Trustworthy's voice or was he just imagining it. But the flawless first round had improved his morale, so he felt more confident before going into the next one, which in theory should not be hard either.
Recognising the flag of Mexico was easy, so was the flag of Texas. But the following three were some minor countries from Central America or the Carribeans, with the choices like Guatemala, Trinidad and Tobago or Belize. Bill had to guess all three and was wrong each time.
"Three mistakes, Bill," Frank announced, "draw three transformation cards."
Browne was not happy, but this was not the end of the world yet. His tough guy persona was not merely a facade, so he maintained a confident look as he drew the cards and read the names of the transformations.
"Leg Feminization, Fetish: Latex, Hair Extension."
"Do you like them?"
"Like? No. But I guess they're tolerable. I just hope my legs won't look silly with the rest of my body."
"I can assure you they'll look sexy," Frank replied with a broad smile, "after all, that's what our show is about. The rest of your body might be adjusted later," he added with an exaggerated wink, "into The Chamber you go, Bill."
Browne entered The Chamber, closed his eyes and stoically awaited the inevitable. First he sensed the itching of his head, then of his legs and eventually the different feeling of the clothes on his body; the latter remained even when the itching had ceased. Finally the door opened and the actor stepped out. As the audience began to clap, he immediately saw himself on the large screen and had to admit that the sight was not as bad as he had feared. He certainly FELT better thanks to his new latex clothing; that was the most noticeable change as well. Bill was still wearing a suit, or rather a perverted version of a suit one might wear to a fetish club. Apart from the change of fabrics the jacket remained mostly unaltered. The white shirt underneath was tighter, but it were the trousers that caught the most attention. They were basically turned into black latex leggings, tightly wrapping Bill's muscular lower body; muscular, but now also astonishingly feminine. The muscles on Browne's legs had not disappeared, his thighs were still massive, but were reshaped just enough to give the impression of attractive femininity. There was nothing feminine in the muscular buttocks, but thanks to the tight latex trousers they fit well with the rest of the lower body. The camera closed in on Bill's dark hair as well, otherwise the change could have been missed. They were noticeably longer and styled in such a way that they diminished the toughness of Browne's image.
"Welcome back, Bill," the host said, "looking good."
