Who Wanna Be A Bimbo Ch 15

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. 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 would then 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 forced 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."

"Alcohol, 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."

This was one of the few categories in which Taylor managed to actually learn something. He knew, or at least he thought he knew, the capital cities of many of the larger or better known countries. He hoped that there would not be any minor, more obscure states among the questions.

What is the capital city of Brazil? Initially the contestant wanted to answer Rio de Janeiro, but then he realised that it was not among the possible answers. But Brasilia was and that was his choice. Correct. What is the capital city of Ghana? Ehm... Baku? WRONG. What is the capital city of Chile? There were two answers that sounded Spanish, but one of them was Buenos Aires and Taylor knew that it was the capital of Argentina. So he chose Santiago instead and it was Correct. What is the capital city of New Zealand? Taylor had read about it, but forgot the answer. Fortunately for him there was only one name that sounded English. Wellington. Correct. What is the capital city of Sudan? Maybe Banjul? WRONG.

"Two mistakes, Taylor," the host exclaimed, "a decent start, if you want to become a bimbo. Draw two transformation cards."

"Corset and Sex Change."

"Sounds like a perfect start!" Frank commented, as the audience clapped enthusiastically.

"No, thank you," Taylor replied drily, clearly not sharing their enthusiasm, "I don't mind the corset, but I want to remain a man. I want to discard the Sex Change," he stated firmly.

"Draw two new cards then."

"Waist Narrowing and Body Hair Removal."

"There you go! You have one of the desired transformations already. And imagine how slim your waist is going to be with the narrowing AND the corset."

"I believe I am slender enough, but I guess I have no reasons to complain," the contestant replied, in a somewhat resigned tone.

"Exactly. Into The Chamber you go."

Taylor was seriously stressed out when he initially drew the Sex Change, even though he could discard that transformation. Apparently his self control was not as effective as he liked to believe. Ultimately the three transformations were not bad, even if the corset sounded a bit odd. If the future transformations were equally harmless, Taylor hoped he could avoid the worst kinds of humiliation the show had to offer. He calmly entered the device and closed his eyes. His entire skin began to tingle lightly. The sensation was quickly followed by the feeling of his waist getting slimmer, almost immediately followed by external pressure. For a moment Taylor almost panicked, because suddenly he had issues with breathing, but swiftly everything returned to normal. The itching was gone, but the corset remained; though its presence no longer felt so restrictive. The door to The Chamber opened and the contestant stepped out; he was greeted with a round of applause. On the large screen he saw the results of the two transformations which had focused on his waist. The corset was stylish and fit the rest of his outfit surprisingly well. Tyler did not focus on the style though, but on size. He managed to get an hourglass figure even with his narrow hips, all thanks to the impressively slender waist. The corset was really tight, but not uncomfortable; the contestant did not feel as if his motions or breathing were limited. He admired his almost unreal shape for a moment, until Frank spoke.

"Welcome back, Taylor. I see that you like the result of the transformations."

"Yeah... it's nice," the contestant replied, as he began to walk towards the panel, "and surprisingly comfortable."

"The Corset transformation is more than a fashion statement. It had altered your body as well, although not as significantly as the Waist Narrowing. Wearing tight corsets will restrict your movements only in a limited manner and you'll be able to breathe freely. It's not a return to the Victorian Era and you won't even need to give up any sports."

"That's very reassuring," Taylor replied with a genuine relief in his voice.

"Hopefully it'll boost your confidence before the second round. Pick the category."

"Alcohol."

Because of his wealth Taylor liked fine alcohols. He was more a snob than an actual expert, but at least he knew something; which was more than he knew about many other subjects. His focus did not change between the rounds, but that did not mean that his knowledge increased, so most of the answers were educated guesses at best.

By US laws, bourbon has to be made from a grain mixture containing at least 51% of which ingredient? Wheat. The moment he gave the answer he knew that it was WRONG. Damn it! It's corn. Too late. Sangria is a wine-based beverage from which country? Spain. Correct. Tokay is a sweet white wine from which country? Hmm... Moldova maybe? WRONG. Kirsch is a fruit brandy made from which fruit? I think it's... plums? WRONG. Slivovitz is a fruit brandy made from which fruit? Plums again? Correct.

"Three mistakes this time," the host announced, "you're making progress. Draw three transformation cards."

"Leg Feminization, Submissiveness, Height Reduction."

"What do you think about them?"

"If Leg Feminization is as smooth as the Corset it should be fine. Height Reduction is bad, but it's not the end of the world. I might've discarded it, if not for Submissiveness, which is awful."

"It's one of the audience's favourites," Frank pointed out.

"I know. I liked it too when I was in the audience, but now I'm a contestant and I hate it. I want to discard it."

"Draw two new cards then."

"Face Feminization and Lips Enlargement."

"Better?"

"Tolerable. Slightly worse than Leg Feminization, but not a reason to panic."

"Enter The Chamber then."

Taylor was not exactly happy with the result, not just because of the transformations. As he had stated they were tolerable, even if not necessarily desired. But each mistake also meant less money and that was a serious concern in the long run. He tried his best not to worry about the future and focused on the task at hand. The contestant entered the device with a neutral expression and closed his eyes. Once again his entire body began to tingle, but this time he felt it in his bones rather than skin. The sensation was especially prominent on his face where two transformations were taking place. The process was intense, but painless and swift. Soon all activities ceased and the door to The Chamber opened. Taylor realised, to his own astonishment, that he was curious, rather than fearful, to see the results of his transformations on the screen.

It was... weird, for the lack of a better word. If given a choice the contestant would prefer to remain unaltered, but his new body did not look that bad. The height reduction was barely noticeable, because the proportions of his body had changed as well; his legs became slightly longer and the torso - shorter. The legs were still covered with trousers, so it was hard to say how shapely they had really become. But together with the slender waist Taylor's entire body had a more feminine appeal, although the effect was quite subtle. Equally subtle were the changes done to his face. Previously androgynous and pretty, with a youthful boyish charm; now it was still pretty, but in a feminine way, which was further enhanced by the full lips. The lips were natural and would most likely look attractive on a male face as well. Overall Taylor looked like a cute albeit flat-chested tomboy dressed in male clothes. Trying to maintain high spirits, he decided that his new appearance was not so bad after all. The audience's clapping confirmed that opinion.

"Welcome back, Taylor," the host greeted, "looking good," he added with a smile.

"Thank you. I'm pleasantly surprised myself."

"Don't you want to show off those smooth sexy legs of yours?"

"What?" the contestant was startled by the question, but reacted with a smile, "no, thank you. I'd rather keep my clothes on."

"...for now," Frank teased.

"Preferably until the end."

"We'll see about that. Ready for round number three?"

"I think so. Let's try European countries."

Surprisingly Taylor felt more confident now than before the previous round. Sure, he was not winning as much money as he would like to, but at the same time the transformations were not as bad as he had feared. He had undergone seven already and he did not feel so bad about his altered body. Maybe he could 'win' this game after all, however vague the term was.

The round required the contestant to point each country on the map which showed Europe with the state borders, but no other details. Taylor had travelled quite a lot in his life, despite his young age, so he knew where some places were located, but he obviously had not visited all European countries. He was able to correctly point out Norway and Bulgaria on the map. He was vaguely aware of the location of Latvia, but mistook it for Lithuania. He then made the same mistake with Montenegro and Albania. Finally he mistook Lichtenstein for Luxembourg, even though these two countries do not share a border.

"Three mistakes again, Taylor," the host announced, "you're on the right path to becoming a bimbo. Draw three transformation cards."

"Fetish: Latex, Sensitive Nipples and Mental Drain. Oh, shit."

"It seems that you don't like some of them."

"Yeah," the contestant nodded, clearly unhappy with the draw, "the audience's favourite," he said in a sarcastic tone, "that rest seems fine, even if a bit odd. But the Mental Drain is basically an automatic loss, so I want to discard it."

"You have the right to do so. Draw two new transformation cards."

"Cute Voice and High Heels."

"Better?"

"Everything is better than Mental Drain. These two seem more intrusive than the previous transformations, so I'm not exactly happy. Especially the voice might be the most impactful."

"You'll make a full judgement once you exit The Chamber. Now, in you go."

Taylor had seen enough episodes of the show to know what the Cute Voice meant, and he did not like it. But he was simply making too many mistakes and the number of minor or tolerable transformations was limited. At this rate they had to run out sooner rather than later, so more impactful ones had to eventually appear. The contestant's spirits sank again when the door to The Chamber closed behind him. He shut his eyes and waited for the inevitable process to begin. Taylor lost balance for a moment, when the heels of his shoes began to grow, but his body was adjusted immediately, so he managed to stand straight. Almost instantly he had a new sensation to focus on - all of his clothes were changing to latex. The contestant had never understood the fascination some people had with that material. To him it seemed cold, sterile and uncomfortable. But now, as his entire body was becoming wrapped in latex, he was slowly changing his opinion. Taylor did not ponder on the matter too deeply, because another sensation caught his attention. His nipples were calling to him and telling him that they really like being rubbed by the latex shirt. He could not focus on that either, because the door to The Chamber opened and it was time to step out. Among all the stimuli coming from various sides the contestant missed the gentle itching in his throat, which by now was already gone.

Taylor found it difficult to focus. Despite the stress he was feeling slightly aroused and the audience was clapping louder than previously. Not to mention the fact that his body was dressed in a completely new material which felt surprisingly comfortable as it was touching his entire hairless skin. At least he did not have the time to worry as he watched himself on the screen. Taylor's initial opinion was that he looked odd. Surprisingly the most noticeable change was not the fabric, but high heels. They not only made the contestant look taller, but also significantly altered his entire posture. His legs looked even longer and his firm buttocks were more pronounced. After a closer inspection Taylor noticed that the cut of his clothes changed as well, albeit the changes were more subtle. He was still wearing trousers, a shirt and of course the corset, but all items were altered slightly to better fit not just his body, but also the features of their new fabric. The final look was oddly stylish, albeit in a kinky kind of way.

"Welcome back, Taylor," the host greeted him, as the contestant finally stopped staring at the screen and began to walk towards his panel, "I see that you like your new outfit."

"Y-yes," Taylor hesitated for a second, "I actually do."

The contestant went silent and froze in place, when he heard his own voice. He had forgotten about this transformation and was now reminded in a shocking manner. He sounded exactly like a stereotypical ditzy bimbo would. A voice that was not only high pitched, but also promised the "best blowjob of your life and you can cum wherever you want", regardless of what the owner was saying. Taylor did not like the sound of his own new voice, but could certainly use that blowjob. He tried to compose himself and once again put on his charming mask. He managed to do that, albeit barely, although he did not regain any confidence.

"Does that apply to the shoes as well?" the host asked. He did not mention the contestant's voice, because he did not need to hear his opinion on that matter, he and the audience simply wanted bimbo-Taylor to talk.

"The shoes?" for a moment the contestant seemed confused. The moment he stopped looking at himself on the screen he forgot that he was wearing high heels; that was how natural they felt on his transformed feet. Then came the 'news' about his voice which distracted him further. "Oh, yes!" he finally realised what Frank was asking about, "sure! They're really comfy. Astonishingly so."

"Would you mind giving us a little demonstration of your newly acquired skill?"

Taylor was fully aware that fulfilling this request was the best course of action, simply for the sake of being friends with the audience. But he also did not find this particular task that shameful. Sure, a man walking in high heels could look weird; the contestant held that opinion only recently. But currently the high heels on his feet felt just right and also strangely empowering. Despite the earlier height loss Taylor was now taller than he had been initially; all thanks to the heels. The contestant's confidence kept coming and going throughout the show; fortunately for him now it was mostly back.