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 important ally was Jessica, Browne’s agent whose emotional state was also suffering from the actor’s treatment.

Jessica’s participation was so essential 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 eager 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 sort 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 issue. 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 wondered 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 wondered 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 begin 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 thought 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. Aside 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 gigantic, 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.”

“Thanks, Frank,” the actor maintained his confident act.

“How do you like your new clothes?”

“Not bad. I have to admit that they feel surprisingly good,” Browne replied genuinely and to his own astonishment added, “I might need to make a few adjustments to my wardrobe.”

“That’s the spirit!” Frank said with a grin, “ready for the third round?”

“Always,” Bill partially lied.

“Pick a category.”

There were no more easy categories. Brown was not stupid, but his general knowledge was limited and none of the options fit with what he had prepared for. All he could do was to choose what seemed to be the lesser evil and hope for the best.

“Phobias.”

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 sort of find out, 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 beautiful 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 sort 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.”

Who was the second explorer to circumnavigate the globe? Sir Walter Raleigh maybe? WRONG. Which letter in the English language is the second most frequent one? A. Correct.

Which is the second smallest country? Hmm… Lichtenstein. WRONG. Which USA state is the second-largest? Texas. Correct. What’s the title of the second movie in the James Bond franchise? Goldfinger. WRONG.

“Three mistakes again,” the host announced, “it seems to be becoming a pattern. Draw three transformation cards.”

“Double Breasts Expansion, Mental Drain, Double Lips Enlargement. Ah, shit.”

“I’m sure the audience loves them all,” Frank commented, “but you don’t seem to be sharing their opinion.”

“The whole mental drain idea is really messed up. And why does the rest need to be doubled?”

“That’s just pure chance,” the host explained, “do you want to discard any of them?”

“Yeah, the Mental Drain.”

“Draw two new transformation cards.”

“Catsuit, Demuscle. Eh,” the actor sighed.

“Like it or not, there’s no more discarding. Into The Chamber.”

Bill was aware that he managed to avoid worse transformations, but he still was not happy with the recent set. He would not only look less manly, but it seemed that he would be turned into a freak. He kept his back straight, but his spirit was no longer high. There was again a lot of itching in numerous places on Browne’s body. It was not the sensation itself that bothered him, but the changes it brought along with it.

When the door opened and the actor stepped out, the image that appeared on the screen only vaguely resembled the macho man who had entered the stage four rounds ago. The demuscle of his body was noticeable, but his posture remained athletic and imposing. Because of the reduced muscle mass the new curves were even more prominent. The camera especially focused on the sizable B-cup breasts, but it did a general tour around Bill’s body as well. What enhanced the curves even more was the actor’s new outfit; he was no longer wearing a kinky latex suit, but a black tight catsuit instead. The new item made a perfect fit with the high heels, so the cameraman could not skip another zoom-in on Browne’s round booty. Last but not least were the enlarged lips; not only they had grown significantly, but also had a more feminine feeling to them, which together with the earlier pink colour applied to them further feminised his face. The audience’s enthusiastic clapping showed that they approved of the changes.

“Welcome back, Bill,” the host said, “you’re slowly turning into a lovely bimbo,” he added with a grin.

“You don’t say,” Browne lost his patience and scowled at Frank’s words.

“Don’t you like your new outfit?”

“I…” the actor hesitated, “it’s not as bad as I had feared,” he finally replied.

In fact the feeling of latex tightly pressing against his skin all over his body felt pretty good. Bill had never been a fan of that fabric, but now he realised how much he had been missing.

“Your new boobs look just as hot as your ass,” the host continued, “and they’re not just for the audience to admire. You can play with them yourself too.”

Browne involuntarily raised his hands and almost did exactly what Frank had suggested. The breasts on his chest felt really tempting and he barely managed to stop himself.

“We can leave the boobs for later,” said Frank with a knowing smile on his face, “but maybe you could perform another short spectacle and just walk along the stage. I’m sure you don’t want to disappoint the audience.”

“That’s the last thing I would ever want to do,” Bill replied and quickly realised that it could be understood ambiguously, “disappointing the audience I mean,” he added with a slightly uncertain smile.

Browne began to move. It was just as easy and comfortable as previously, but now the tightness of the catsuit made a significant difference. It hugged his new curves and made him feel… sexy. He had at all times been fully aware of his attractiveness and sex-appeal, but this one was different, more feminine in its nature. The audience was cheering, which was good, but there were even catcalls, which was awkward. But when Bill saw his large ass under the tight catsuit or his new boobs bouncing on the screen, he somewhat understood the reaction. As for the bouncing (there was no bra under the latex), with each high-heeled step he took, the actor felt a rising temptation to grab and fondle his new breasts. He had at all times enjoyed playing with female bodies and now he had their certain factors close at hand.

Once again the actor made two lengths across the stage. When he stopped and his breasts bounced for the final time he could no longer withstand the temptation and finally grabbed his own chest with both hands. The audience erupted with a loud cheer and did not stop until Bill’s hands went down. Of course the camera caught the entire action on a close-up. The actor had to admit that the sensation was rather pleasant and the colours that appeared on his face confirmed that.

“We’re glad to see that you’re beginning to enjoy your transformations,” Frank commented.

“Ehm, well…” Browne stammered, “I’ve always loved boobs. But I’d rather be able to take them off.”

The audiences tend to laugh at even the lamest jokes and it did not disappoint this time either.

“Our show doesn’t have such an option. We can make them bigger though,” the host replied with a wink.

“No, thank you. I’ve been transformed enough.”

“For that to be true you’ll have to answer correctly in the following rounds. Which category for round five?”

“Let’s try Rivers.”

In the picture are Paris and which River? Seine. Correct. The Nile does NOT flow through which country? Kenya maybe? WRONG. Danube does not flow through the capital city of which country? Hmm… Slovakia? WRONG. Deposition of sediment that is carried by a river and enters slower-moving or stagnant water is named after a Greek letter. What is that letter? Delta. Correct. Danube, one of the longest European rivers, flows through capital Cities of how many countries? Didn’t we have that one already? Similar, but different. Oh, so maybe… five? WRONG.