After the success of Tim's participation in Who Wanna Be a Bimbo the CIA wanted to repeat the operation. This time with a different agent and different objectives. Alison was twenty eight years old, highly educated and exceptionally intelligent. She was not a field operative though, but an analyst. She had a photographic memory and because of it was chosen to participate in the quiz. Unlike Tim, her role would be to NOT become transformed and win as much money as possible. Of course CIA had its federal financing, but some international meddling had to be performed outside of the official budget and the agency had to devise its own methods of financing.
Alison was relatively pretty, but her face was rather plain and she had never found an effective way to fix it with makeup. She was 170 centimetres tall, slender and fit; in a healthy body, healthy mind, she always said. But no amount of exercise would make her boyish hips grow wider or her small breasts larger. These features caused her to not be overly successful with the opposite sex; limited confidence and poor communication skills did not make such contacts any easier. Alison prepared for the quiz thoroughly; she knew her goal and was aware of the risk. Watching past episodes of Who Wanna Be a Bimbo was also a part of her research and she had learned about the possibilities as well. Just like a few of the previous participants she felt tempted to make several deliberate mistakes and hope for lucky transformations. She had serious doubts about such an approach though. Alison was a dutiful agent who wanted to please her superiors and continue on her current career path. She was also fearful of the possible personal consequences, if she was to be unlucky with transformations. She went to the show thoroughly prepared, but also uncomfortably uncertain.
Before the show the agent had been merely uncomfortable. Now, while entering the stage, she realised that the training had not prepared her for one thing - stage fright. She was a brilliant analyst, but had never performed publicly. Her complete lack of skills in that regard was a serious oversight on the part of her superiors. Alison was wearing a smart suit which made her look feminine and elegant, but her looks did not improve her confidence greatly. The skirt was knee long, but tight and thus gave away her lack of curves; although she was still somewhat proud of her firm buttocks. A push-up bra under her white shirt created an illusion of breasts, but that did not help fight the stage fright in the least.
"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen! My name is Frank Trustworthy. Welcome to another episode of Who Wanna Be a Bimbo. Today's contestant is Alison. Do you wanna be a bimbo, Alison?"
"Ehm," the agent stammered. She tried to smile, but it turned out awkward, "n-no. I... I'd rather not," she finally answered, but then remembered that she had actually rehearsed that introduction and she was supposed to act more flirtatiously.
"Not even a single transformation?" asked the host, unknowingly offering her a helping hand.
"W-well... maybe a few of them," the contestant answered, her smile finally becoming more natural.
"Will you share them with us or are they a secret?" Frank asked with a wink.
"Well, I wouldn't mind getting some curves," Alison grabbed her narrow hips. She was still nervous, but at least for now she was playing the role which she had actually rehearsed. "Up here too," she pointed towards her breasts with a shy smile on her face.
"That's a pretty common request," the host replied, nodding his head in agreement, "anything else?"
"Hmm," the agent sounded as if she was pondering, but in reality she was simply focusing on her role, "maybe my hair and eyes could have more attractive colours, or at least be more distinctive."
Alison's hair was dark blonde-ish and her eyes were grey, so the claim was plausible. In reality she was satisfied with these characteristics, although she would not mind if they were actually improved. Her hair was relatively long, reaching almost to her shoulders, but at the same time it was quite thin, so she usually wore it in a pony-tail.
"That's also within our reach," Frank replied, "I'm sure that if I kept asking, we'd be able to find at least a few more," he added, winking once again, "but we have a quiz ahead of us."
The host then proceeded to explain the rules. Alison knew them all well, but she listened carefully nevertheless; focusing on the quiz helped her fight the nervousness.
"Draw the Categories," Frank finished.
"Periodic Table, African Countries, Swords, Geometry, Pacific Islands, Leaves, European Islands, Cold War, Languages, Recognise Country, Bard of Avon, Balkans."
"Do you like them?" the host asked.
"Yes," Alison answered truthfully with a pensive look, "they should be doable."
She HAD prepared for at least seven of the drawn categories, so in theory she should know the answers to most of the questions. The problem was that she remained nervous and it required most of her will just to focus on the quiz. The audience in front of the contestant, while friendly and enthusiastic, was impossible to ignore and its mere presence caused the stage fright.
"Which category do you choose for the first round?"
"Geometry."
What is the equation for the area of a square? Side squared. Correct. What is the equation for the area of a rectangle? Length times width. Correct. What is the equation for the area of a triangle? Base times height divided by two. Correct. All the questions had been ridiculously easy and Alison did not even have to think to give correct answers. This improved her confidence slightly and gave her hope that she could succeed at the quiz. What is the equation for the area of a regular triangle? This one was also easy, but the contestant had to think for a second before answering. Side squared times square root of three divided by four. Correct. What is the equation for volume of an ellipsoid? This question was somewhat harder, but Alison knew the answer and gained enough confidence to answer immediately. 4/3 times pi times radius to the third power. That rush was her undoing. WRONG. Oh no! That's the equation for the sphere. Too late.
"One mistake, Alison," the host announced, "you'll have your first chance to gain the feminine curves which you desire. Draw one transformation card."
"Sensitive Nipples. Oh," the agent was not happy that she had made a mistake and was about to be transformed. But she had to admit that the transformation itself sounded intriguing.
"It's a fun little transformation," Frank explained, "your nipples will grow only slightly. In their regular state they'll look like they had when they were erect before the transformation. But they will have the option to grow even larger when they actually become erect. Your nipples will also be more sensitive to the touch and their erogenous effect will be greater. You'll also be able to play with them a lot more. They'll become not only more sensitive, but at the same time more resilient. What do you think of this transformation?"
"Hmm," Alison was actually blushing. She almost never discussed erotic topics so openly, "it... does sound fun indeed. And less... invasive than some of the other transformations."
"We're glad to hear that you like it. Into The Chamber you go."
The contestant entered the device and obediently followed the instructions. She closed her eyes and stood motionless as the semi-magical Chamber did its work. The transformation was minor, but the tingling of her breasts was impossible to miss. The sensation itself of having her body altered, even such small parts, was a big deal to Alison, but the physical consequences were even greater. The agent's nipples had originally been moderately sensitive. She had played with them on her own and had lovers occasionally poke or suck on them gently. These activities were pleasant and made a good part of either foreplay or masturbation. But Allsion was not touching her nipples right now and just the fabric of her bra rubbing against them caused a similar sensation. She suspected that the bra might have been slightly altered as well to create such an effect. When the door to The Chamber opened and Alison stepped out her face was red and she felt aroused. The camera managed to capture her emotions and exhibit them on the large screen. The audience clapped invitingly.
