by Sasha Scott
“You mean you’re making some teeny, tiny, clothing over there?”
“Well we did once had a woman coming in who asked if we could make an outfit for her pet puppy.”
“Really? Well whatever you people wanna do in Kingman, who am I to judge? What I am here to do though is guide you through this show. You got a chance to win big today Leslie but you also have a chance to lose big as well. Are you ready to play?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be Bill.”
“I like that spirit. Okay let’s look at what categories you’ll be faced with. On the board we have Triple Double Letters. Name That Country. Things Are Slow. The Movie is Complimentary. Decades by Nicknames, and finally, ‘ED’. Okay Leslie you may now begin.”
“Movies for two hundred.”
“1977. The force is strong with this one.”
“What is Star Wars?”
“Correct.”
“Movies for four hundred.”
“1967. I think you’re the most attractive of all my parents’ friends.”
“Erm… what is… Lolita?”
“I’m afraid that’s incorrect. Such a shame, you really seemed to be into those movie quotes. The correct answer was The Graduate. I guess you kids can’t appreciate the classics anymore. Time for you to receive your first forfeit.”
No $400 for Leslie, instead she was on for a forfeit and it was a classic bimbo change. Her scalp began to tingle as those bimbofication nanobots got to work, dying her hair from her natural brunette color into something more stereotypical of the bimbo look; shiny blonde hair.
Quickly her brunette color was diluted away and replaced with a bright, platinum, gold. Nobody would mistake that color for being natural, it was clear to everyone it was fake.
“I liked my hair too,” Leslie grumbled to herself.
“Sorry Leslie you know the risks. Now please pick your next category.”
“Movies for six hundred.”
“2008. I’ve never wanted a human’s blood so much.”
“What is Twilight?”
“Correct. Next question.”
“Movies for eight hundred.”
“2010. You are probably going to be a very successful computer person.”
“What is The Social Network?”
“Correct. Next.”
“Movies for one thousand.”
“1972. He’s got a real pretty mouth, ain’t he?”
“Erm… ah…”
While she was busy racking her brains the buzzer sounded and the audience groaned. She hadn’t managed to answer in the five seconds she was allowed and she had ran out of time.
“Unlucky Lesie. The answer you were looking for was Deliverance. I guess some of these movies are bit too old for you. Sadly you know what that means, don’t you?”
“Yeah, forfeit time.”
“Forfeit time! Now let’s see what was hiding behind this lot.”
Her first transformation had been hair based and her second was as well. It was very common on the show that each category shared both the same type of questions as well as the same kind of forfeits. For the movie quotes the forfeits were all hair based.
Unlike the first change this one had nothing to do with the color of her hair, instead it was all about the style of her hair.
Leslie felt her hands start to move on their own as she gasped and looked around sharply.
“Ah, what’s happening?”
“Calm down Leslie, it’s just our nanobots delivering to you your next forfeit.”
A compartment opened up on the booth and inside were two pink bobbles, ties for her hair. Leslie took a hold of each in turn and gathered up a thick lock of her hair, tying them up high on each side so that her locks dangled down in a long, blonde, pigtails.
Unable to resist Leslie finished giving herself the sloppy and downright childish hair style. It was a style she was going to have to get used to because her body would naturally style her hair that way whenever it could. She was stuck with that little girl hair style. It would be hard for anyone to take her seriously in person.
“Doesn’t she look adorable folks?” Bill asked the crowd who cheered back with an applause. The fact that Leslie’s face curled into almost a pouting sulk just made her look somehow even more adorable.
“You mean I’m stuck like this now?”
“Afraid so but I’m sure that sixteen hundred you have in the bank already will help ease away the pain. Now Leslie please pick your question. Remember no more movies, time to pick another category.”
Now there was no reason that contestants couldn’t go with the higher amounts from the start but it was common for contestants to start small with the lower more and generally the less serious bimbo forfeits. On What Is A Bimbo? there was no reason not to go from top to bottom.
“Decades for two hundred.”
“This ‘roaring’ decade produced the poem ‘The Wild Party.’”
“What is the 1920’s?”
“Correct, that’s an extra two hundred. Next?”
“Decades for four hundred.”
“‘Dirty’ until the first synthetic household detergent came along.”
“What is… the 30’s?”
“Correct. Next please.”
“Decades for six hundred.”
“‘Swinging’ with Britain’s Profumo Affair.”
“What is… the 70’s?”
Finally Leslie heard the sound she’d been trying to avoid again, the buzzer as Bill winced and consoled, “Sadly that’s incorrect. One decade off, you were looking for the Swinging Sixties. Time to discover what your forfeit will be.”
The tingling which usually warned of an incoming change proved very concerning to Leslie. The sensation didn’t concentrate on her scalp again, or her chest, or her ass, or even her mind. The tingle didn’t concentrate on anywhere, instead it was happening all over her body.
“Ah, what’s this?” she asked with a gasp as it felt like little shockwaves were skipping over her skin. She had no idea what was going to happen to her until it began.
Leslie had been a fairly fair skinned girl but the bimbofication nanobots were seeking to put an end to that. Looking at her hands she could see her skin getting darker and it wasn’t just there, it was happening all over her body.
In front of the cameras and the studio audience the pigments of her skin were shifting and taking her away from that light color to something darker, however it wasn’t a case of her ethnicity changing. She wasn’t developing a beautiful olive skinned tone or gaining an elegant ebony complexion, Leslie was turning towards a dark shade of almost orange; she was developing the color of a girl who had dosed herself in far too much fake tan.
When the tingling finally began to calm down her skin had grown several shades darker and carried an orange hue. It was hard to believe that it would now be her natural skin color because, just like her hair shade, it looked so damn fake.
“I think someone has been spending too long on those tanning beds,” Bill mused to the audience, nobody unsure who he was referring to.
“Wait I’ve only tanned once or twice. This is too much.”
“Nothing is too much here Leslie. We haven’t even cleared half the board yet. I still need to know what question you want next.”
She could have gone back to decades but she got the last one wrong. What if it was getting too hard for her?
“Things that are slow for two hundred,” she said, trying to find a new category she could master.
“If your computer is slow, try scanning this and then defragmenting this.”
“What is a hard drive?”
“Correct. Next please.”
“Things that are slow for four hundred.”
“Now that Pluto has reclassified, this planet has the longest orbit around the sun.”
“What is Saturn?”
“That is incorrect,” Bill kindly informed her, “you were actually looking for Neptune. I’m afraid that means it’s time for anoth
er change.”
She could at least be happy that the next dose of bimbofication wasn’t hitting her entire body but that was pretty much the only consolation she could find. The next change was concentrated down onto her hands, specifically her nails.
Each of her nails began to grow in length. It was like the fake extensions used in a makeover turned real as her nails grew past the lengths that any reasonable person would choose to grow theirs.
Not only were the manicure quality nails expanded in length, they were also given a beauty salon makeover as their color changed from a soft, natural, pink into an obnoxiously bright hot pink.
Again it was another part of her which looked fake but had been turned into her reality.
Leslie didn’t look too pleased when she looked down at her tacky nails but as far as a change went it was still probably one of the less intrusive ones.
“Looks like Leslie likes her next look. Now onto the next question. Leslie.”
She decided to ignore his added comment and just asked, “‘ED’ for two hundred.”
“Comestible and consumable are synonyms for this.”
“What is edible?”
“Edible is correct. What would you like next?”
“Triple Double Letters for two hundred.”
“The drainage basin of this river covers nearly 1.25 million square miles.”
“What is the Mississippi?”
“You’re correct. Next up?”
Leslie had worked out two ways she could explore, it was just which one to go down first.
“‘ED’ for four hundred.”
“It’s another term for a large, imposing building.”
“What is… ednorm… no…”
Unsurprisingly she ran out of time and Bill informed her of the inevitable, “Sorry you failed to answer correctly. The word you wanted was edifice. That means it’s more bimbofication time for you.”
“Yeah yeah,” she sighed out, waiting for the tingling but it didn’t come. Instead what came was something under the desk, through a shoot. It was a pair of six inch tall candy pink heels and for some reason she had an overwhelming desire to put them on.
Leslie kicked off her smaller heels and shuffled her way to the side and slowly began to slip her way into the new ones.
“Alright Leslie it might be a bit hard for everyone to see what’s happening here so would you tell the audience please?”
“I’m currently getting into some new heels,” she informed everyone as her height increased by a few inches.
“You should see those new heels folks, they’re gorgeous things. How about giving us a quick twirl Leslie?”
“I’d rather not…”
“Suit yourself, we’ll play instead. Next question please.”
“Triple double letters for four hundred.”
“If you seen an envelope that says “To: Bill Manning from Leslie”, Bill Manning is this.”
“What is the addressee?”
“Correct answer. Very well done. What would you like next?”
“Triple double letters for six hundred.”
“An accountant.”
“What is a bookkeeper?”
“Simple as that. What’s next Leslie?”
“Triple double letters for eight hundred.”
“In 1540 Hernando De Soto camped in the area of what’s now this state capital.”
“What is… Tennessee?”
The buzzer was back. Leslie had given a wrong answer, just when she looked to be hitting some form.
“Sorry Leslie, we were looking for Tallahassee. Sadly that means you need to face another forfeit.”
She was ready to face whatever physical change was coming next. Sadly for her the next change was not one meant for her body.
As she stood there, waiting to see something grow or shift or change color she felt her body start to heat up all of a sudden. It was especially strong between her thighs and it was quickly making her body squirm.
It took her longer than it should have to realize that the heat was the change, that her pussy starting to drip and her nipples throbbing was the next forfeit. Her libido was being raised, she was being turned into a horny girl.
Leslie began to pant as her cheeks turned red and she suddenly felt a strong desire for some hard, male, dick. It was worse than just being made horny, she was being turned into a slut.
“Again this change might be a bit hard to see so Leslie, care to tell us what it is?” Bill asked the panting contestant.
“I feel… so hot,” she gasped out as she clung to the desk with those manicured nails.
“To be more specific she’s hot and bothered folks. Oh yeah, it’s one of those kinda changes. You know I think Leslie needs a little bit of time to adjust to this one which is why we’re gonna take a quick commercial break, give you some time to readjust yourselves as well. See you shortly!”
“Welcome back everyone. This is What Is A Bimbo?, I’m Bill Manning and over here we have our contestant for today, Leslie. Now for those who missed the show so far let me assure you that she didn’t come in here looking like that; she’s already triggered a few of our forfeits in part one. However that doesn’t change the fact she has currently managed to win £3800. Does that make you feel a bit better about your current situation Leslie?”
“Just a bit,” she muttered, nibbling on her bottom lip. Her body was still feeling red hot. Luckily, during the break, she had managed to find something to fill that empty space in her body, not that anybody but her realized.
“Well I guess that means you’re gonna have to win a whole lot more. Alright pick your next category.”
“Decades for eight hundred.”
“‘Go-go’ as the USSR launched Mir.”
“What is the 1980’s?”
“Correct. That means you now have £4600. What’s next Leslie?”
“Decades for a thousand.”
“‘Naughty’ with Aubrey Beardsley’s shocking ‘Salome’ illustrations.”
“What is the noughties?”
“Naughty noughties sounds like it should be right but it was actually the 1890’s. Sorry Leslie but I have to do this to you.”
Again her body began to tingle all over. Oh no, what was happening now? Her skin wasn’t going to get even more orange was it? No, the game had something more wicked in mind.
Leslie was trying to work out what was happening as she couldn’t see anything grow and nothing was changing color and then she slowly began to realize. Bill was looking taller all of a sudden, and the desk was looking closer. She was shrinking in height!
The inches which had been added by the heels were taken back, and then some. Leslie had been standing at a composed five eight but once the game was done with her she was only five feet tall, even if the heels continued to give her a lift.
“I hope you don’t have a lot of high shelves in your house,” Bill teased.
“How is this even possible? I mean I get the others sorta. But this…”
“Anything is possible Leslie, don’t think I need to keep saying it. Right what’s next?”
“Erm… things that are slow for six hundred.”
“Slowpoke Rodriguez, “the slowest mouse in all of Mexico”, was his cousin.”
“Who is Speedy Gonzales?”
“Correct. You are now sitting at just over five grand. Now where to next?”
“Things that are slow for eight hundred.”
“If you bet that the slowest fishes of all are these of genus Hippocampus--go to the winners circle.”
“Ah…” Leslie opened up but she had absolutely no idea, which the audience understood well.
“Sorry, time is up. You were looking for seahorses. Let’s see what’s in store this time.”
Leslie could feel some vibrations in her earlobes. What was happening? She tried to touch the source of the sensation but instead found her fingers brushing over dangling metal. Her small piercings had suddenly turned into a huge, golden, hoops.
While rubbing the new bling she suddenly felt small spiking shocks hitting all over her body. She had no idea what it was until she touched her belly button, a source of one of them and found something metallic and dangling. Had the nanobots just pierced her all over? How was that possible too?
