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THE SECOND ROUND

By Hardcover

She fussed with my hair a bit and then left. I heard a door open behind me and then close again. I was left alone for a bit, and then without warning, the front doors slid open, revealing the game show set once more. I winced at the bright lights, but then everything came into focus. Or at least as into focus as it could with my mind in such a thick haze.

Not much was different: Akira with Carrie in tow stood off to my left. Carrie was grinning and bouncing up and down gleefully like a teenager, her face flushed and excited beyond words. The cameras moved in and the monitor on the floor revealed what they saw to me. The first two wives were standing in the jury like box on stage right, both looking as giddy and self-satisfied as Carrie did. The audience thundered in applause as I was revealed to them, and felt an electric thrill just at the realization that I was naked in front of all those people. It was crazy, but having all those eyes on me was turning me on. Just like the voice in the head set had said it would.

I noticed only two differences: One, I noticed in a wide shot that the first of the three blue lights on the top of the arch was now glowing pink. And two, Megumi and all the other girls still had the nurse hats on, but other than that they had stripped down to their underwear. Even the girls working the cameras. There was a lot of sexy lingerie out there, most of it two piece. I could see the small bulge from Megumi's tiny she cock pressing through her panties and she was obviously hard. Some of the girls had rather large bulges in their underwear, and at least one of them still had such a huge cock that it was simply jutting out to the top of her panties. The girls all shamelessly displayed their erections without remorse or embarrassment. Completely uninhibited.

But it was when the cameras closed on me that I noticed the biggest changes of all. I let out a high, soft gasp as saw myself in the monitor. First off, my hair had not only grown completely back, but was now thick and full, going down past my ears and all the way to the middle of my neck. It was no longer a chocolate brown color, but a vivid and vibrant red, much deeper and more luxurious in color then Carrie's hair. It was silky and smooth, like the hair seen in beauty product commercials.

Those accelerated hormones had really done their job, much to my shock. My skin was even softer and smoother than it had been after the scouring. My waist was now narrow and my hips now flared slightly in a distinctly feminine curve, making my butt slightly rounder. To top it all off, I now had breasts. They were small, to be sure, maybe a high A cup or low B cup, but they were definitely there, swelling out from my chest, my nipples thicker and hard. I felt an inexplicable sense of pride at how I looked which I tried unsuccessfully to bury deep down. Through all of this my cock was still hard and up at attention.

But the most astonishing thing was how young I looked. I hadn't believed Akira at all when he'd claimed his Arch could reverse the aging process and slow it down, but the evidence was right in front of me. I looked like I was in my early twenties, with none of the former age lines I'd sported before. No one looking at me would have able to guess I was pushing fifty. I wondered why anyone would waste such a miraculous technology on a game show!

I also began to wonder about the real ages of everyone around me.

Akira interrupted the wondering, "Yes, a nice round of applause for contestant number three. She's coming out very nicely, I'd say you two are well on your way to a potential win so far."

Carrie cheered, jumping up and down.

"How are you feeling right now," Akira asked me and then put the mic close to my face.

"I feel funny." I slurred, "I feel weird."

My voice had changed as well. It was high and soft, still somewhat deep and husky but definitely a bit more feminine then it had been before.

"Well that's to be expected." Akira laughed.

"Oh, she's so adorable." Megumi gushed, "I can't wait to see the final result."

There was more? I wanted asked but I felt too blurry to speak much.

Carrie leaned in close to my crotch, her hand on her knees, "Oh! Look at how small her balls are! Oooo, you're totally being emasculated, girl."

I didn't know why that sent a shiver of excitement trough me.

Megumi laughed, "Yeah, but she's also being infeminated."

Journalist to the end, I mumbled, "There's no such word."

Megumi rolled her eyes, "Fine. Feminized. Is that better?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

That gained me much laughter from the audience as well as the rest of the cast. The camera zoomed in and I saw that she was right: My scrotum now hung slightly shriveled from the base of my cock, the testicles inside seeming to have shrunk down to half their size. I shuddered at how small they were. Carrie was right, I was being slowly emasculated. I quivered but in my stoned state, the euphoria more intense than it had been before, I didn't know if it was from fear . . . or pleasure.

"Lookit how hard she is!" Carrie grinned, "You must really love being slowly castrated."

That word cut through the haze and I jerked my head up, feeling fear explode in me, I shrieked and started fighting in my bonds again.

Akira shot Carrie an irritated glare, "Now, now, now, don't worry. We won't be doing anything as drastic as that to you. We have no use for eunuchs on this show, trust me. As I told you before, your male parts will remain fully functional. We have no interest in changing that."

I relaxed a bit, my head swimming in conflicting thoughts and emotions. Carrie giggled maliciously.

"Ohmigosh, Carrie." I complained, "You're like, so mean."

I winced when I realized what I'd sounded like. The audience chuckled at my very new girly choice of words. I slumped back in my restraints, trying to focus a brain that just wouldn't. I realized some tears were running down my cheeks.

"Oh, don't cry, sweetie." Megumi cooed, coming over to me, "You're going to love being one of us."

She leaned in and lapped up my tears with her tongue, running it from the bottom all the way to my eye. I shivered as my highly sensitive body reacted with excitement. As she licked up my tears, she gave one of my new breasts as squeeze and I jerked, moaning a little. She took a step back, grinning at me, and then reached out with her finger and ran it up my cock, starting at the base and moving up to the head. Electric jolts of pleasure ran through me and I closed my eyes, moaning deeply in lust.

"Sensitive, aren't we?" Megumi giggled, "You're going to have so much fun."

Akira spoke again, "Well, before we commence with the second part of her physical transformation, I think it's high time we picked out a name for this little lady. Mrs. Popovitch, did you have any preferences."

"Oh, something cute and feminine, like Honey or Trixie or something like that." She looked at me, her hand on her chin as she thought.

Suddenly, Carrie's eyes lit up and she grew excited, "Oh! Pepper! She puts that stuff on everything!"

Megumi giggled, "'Pepper', I like it. That's adorable!"

"Alright, Pepper it is!" Akira said, officially naming me, "Well, Pepper, are you ready for the second part of your physical transformation?"

"W-what are you going to do to me?" As asked shakily.

"You'll find out, but the first step is your voice." Akira told me, "You so somewhat girlish now, but with that husky voice everyone is going to know what you are. To win this competition, you have to be a lot more girly. So, your f . . . wife is going to pick out the perfect voice for you. And while we're at it, this will get rid of that pesky Adam's apple too boot."

The computer monitor from before slid out, and Carrie began pushing the screen, trying out different voice samples. I had sort of hoped for something seductive like the voice from the head set, but to my dismay, she kept pushing it higher and higher until she reached an annoying high pitched squeak. She grimaced and lowered the pitch little by little until she arrived at a high, soft voice that sounded like it belonged to some teenage cheerleader. She selected that one, to a lot of applause, and then pulled that goddamn lever again.

Out of The Arch, two mechanical arms appeared, at the end of which were two half circle metal bands. The arms came out on either side of my head and moved forward until the bands encircled my neck. They clicked together and joined, forming a complete ring around my neck. I was so uncomfortably like a dog collar that I grimaced in more embarrassment. I heard a humming sound and the ring seemed to heat up.

Almost instantaneously, I began to feel waves of pleasure radiating out from my neck and flowing over my body in waves. I moaned and rolled my hips as the bliss ran through every inch of me. I thought I was going to cum right there in front of the cameras, and the thought made me shiver in arousal. The simple humming and heat was stimulating me, making my skin prickle up in goose bumps and causing me to shudder.

"Oh god! Oh my god!" I moaned, my voice already much higher than it had been.

I could feel movement inside my neck as my vocal cords constricted, pulling tighter and growing smaller, making my voice rise in octaves. I felt a slight popping sensation as my Adam's apple began to contract, shrinking and disappearing into my neck, taking with it one more sign of my former masculinity. I moaned and sighed in ecstasy, each moan coming out higher and higher than the last one, until finally I reached the bubbly school girl voice that Carrie had chosen for me.

For a brief moment, I noticed that I was having a hard time thinking of Carrie as my wife anymore. The thought was rushed away but another surge of pleasure all over my skin before the humming noise shut down and the ring clacked open, the two arms retreating back into The Arch. I sat there, breathing heavy, my body still glowing from the pleasurable effects of the change. How could all these extreme changes feel so good? I was barely coherent enough to wonder about that.

The camera zoomed in on my neck to reveal the results. I could see that not only was my Adam's apple completely gone without a trace, but my neck as a whole was a much more slender and slim. It was actually quite a lovely, very lady like neck that now attached my head to my body. I couldn't help but admire the way it looked on me. I was starting to like this, to want this to happen.

"How did that feel, Pepper?" Megumi asked me.

"That wuz great." I breathed blearily.

"She likes it! I told you she would." Akira laughed, "Okay, the next order of business: physical size. We will be altering Pepper's height to whatever Carrie here desires. Of course, she could stay at six feet, some people like that super model look."

But Carrie was already shaking her head, "No, I want her to be small a petite. Just a cute tiny slip of a girl."

She looked at the computer screen in front of her and then ran her finger down it, causing a beeping sound, "There, five foot five. That's what she should be."

Five foot five? That seemed awfully small. I was used to towering over most people. And only five five? Carrie was five seven, I was going to smaller then her. I shivered at the thought of suddenly being so tiny, but part of me yearned for the cuter, petite size I was going to become. Would she be able to bully me more when I was smaller than her? Was that her goal? In that case I probably should be grateful she didn't turn me into a midget.

Akira went on, "This will work in two steps. The first process will shrink your body, including bones and muscles, down to the desired size. The second part will be directed at specific parts: Your hands, feet and shoulders to make sure you're proportionately feminine. Trust me, you gonna love this. She we give at go?"

That last question was directed not at me, but to the audience, who began to chant "Shrink! Shrink! Shrink!" over and over again.

Once the lever was pulled, there was a loud series of clacking noises. All around The Arch, rectangular slats opened up rapidly in sequence starting at the bottom and rushing up the sides to meet at the top. Behind each slat was another rectangular device that looked like a halogen lamp. Once the slats were open, there was a deep humming noise and vibration that ran through my bonds into my extremities and made me shiver. The "lamps" began to glow with a blue pulse of light that faded in and out. I gasped as my whole body came alive with tingling sensations of pleasure. I squirmed and cried out as The Arch began to do its work. I could already feel my body starting to shrink and reduce in size.

The Arch and everything around it seemed like it was starting to grow little by little from my perspective. Carrie, Akira and Megumi all seemed to be getting bigger, but I knew it was really me who was getting smaller. I moaned as waves and waves of indescribable pleasure flowed over my body, rendering my powerless to even think of resisting the changes. The cables attached the restraints let out little by little to accommodate my rapidly dwindling form. My chest rose and fell as my stature was quickly reduced, turning me from a very tall man into a rather small tgirl.

Finally, the shrinking stopped and most of the slats closed. Six remained up and with a scraping and hissing sound began to extend from their housing, moving in towards both of my hands, feet and shoulders respectively. They activated again and once more I groaned in delight as strange pleasure ran through. I could never have imagined that I would get pleasure being shrunk down for someone's entertainment, but I never could have believed that any of this was possible.

Finally, the lights stopped and the devices retracted and disappeared into The Arch. Cheers rose up and the camera came in close. Looking at the monitor, I could see what had been done to me: No longer was I large and broad shouldered, by shoulders were now slight and closer together, no longer so pronounced. My body was small and petite, while my hands and feet now looked slender and slight. My still huge dick now looked ridiculous attached to my miniature new form. My diminutive new body now trembled and heaved in the restraints, the tail end of the surges of joy still floating through me.

"Oh that's very cute, good work there, Carrie." Akira beamed.

"Oh, I like her so much better now that she's the handy petite size." Megumi gushed, eliciting more laughter from the audience.

I hung in the restraints, dizzy, humiliated, delirious and excited all at the same time. My fogged mind was barely able to function, and my chest rose and fell as my very being warred with itself. I had been reduced to a small short person, a diminutive girl barely taller than most of the people in the room. I had been a big man, at six feet I had always towered intimidatingly over most people. Now, I had been reduced to a shell of that former size. And part of me liked it, part of me, whatever that headset had released in me, wanted to just keep getting more and more feminine; the cuter and prettier the better. I tried to rebel against those thoughts, but I had no fight in me.

Akira was talking again but I barely heard anything he said except for something about womanly curves.

I felt utterly and completely powerless. They had control not only over my body but over my mind as well. There was nothing I could do to stop them from molding me into whatever they wanted. I knew I'd be a pretty horny shemale just like Megumi in the end, and there was nothing I could do to stop. Hell, they could make me want it. No wonder Megumi had said I would be much happier when this was over.

My thoughts were interrupted when the lever was pulled and two more arms came out of The Arch. They extended from either side with a hydraulic hiss stopping at the sides of my waist. With a rapid fire clinking sound, curved poles began extending section by section like something out those god awful Transformers movies, curving around until they both met forming a hula hoop like ring around the center of my body. There was another hum, and blue lights began flashing around the interior of the hoop, moving around the circle clockwise.

I gasped as more pleasure flooding my naked form and I felt my waist begin to contract. No just my waist, but my stomach was flattening out too, pulling back into my body. The arms began to lower the hoop down my midsection, shrinking my waistline and in way that would make weight watchers green with envy.

It stopped, just above my hips. There was buzzing sound, and the lights began to rotate counter clockwise as the hoop continued to move down. Now the opposite happened: My hips began to flare out on the sides giving me more pronounced curves then before. Not only that, but I felt my butt slightly inflating along with it. I moaned and gasped, totally turned on by the changes happening to my body. How could this feel so good? I had no idea but I let out loud cries as The Arch continued to sculpt my new body.

Eventually it stopped, the hoop split apart and the arms retracted back into The Arch. Looking at the monitors, I could see that I now had very curvy, very womanly hips. The view switched and I realized there must be cameras built into the Arch itself because it was a from behind view of my new butt. I blushed looking at it and seeing that I now had a perfectly adorable little bubble butt, smooth and soft and very very girlish.

More of my masculinity had been stolen, but the anger I should have felt was muted by the swimming euphoria that eclipsed my mind. I simply hung there, numerous conflicting thoughts floating though my brain. I paid no attention to what Akira was saying, even though I was sure he was describing some other transformation that was about to happen. I felt resigned to my fate to become a horny t-girl. I barely could tell whether I didn't want that or not. I knew I shouldn't want to become one. I knew I had never had the desire before this, but the idea of being so pretty and so sexy suddenly appealed to me.

"Now, like with the hips and butt," Akira was saying, "You want to go a little conservative here because the hormones will cause them to expand even more later on."

I barely registered what he said. I was still locked in my internal crises. They didn't just alter my body, they were altering my mind. Was I going to die? Would (what the hell was my name before this?) . . . Peter cease to exist or would the core of who I was still remain? Would Pepper still be me?

I heard the switch pulled and two more mechanical arms appeared out of The Arch (how many could they fit in there anyways?). These two were topped with large oblong metal cups, the outside lined with metal grooves, the inside with small circular apertures that covered the whole interior. The cups moved in front of me with the exterior facing out and the settled on my chest, each one placing over one of my small new breasts.

Even in the stoned state I was in, I could tell what was about to happen.

My body tensed as I felt the pleasure again. The humming sound vibrated through my body and my breasts began to warm. In no time at all, they began to expand, filling the cups as they swelled bigger and bigger. I moaned in my high girlish voice as my tits got bigger and bigger like some kind of teenage fantasy. I shivered as I felt my nipples expanding as well, and I continued to expand on my way to bustyness (wait there's no such word). A weird joy pumped through me at the thought that I would now have big boobs. Fighting seemed useless, a deep core of my desire wanted to have a great rack.

When the machine ceased and the cups retracted, I looked immediately at the monitor and saw that my breasts (still strange to think of them as mine) were now much bigger than before. A high C cup or maybe a low D cup perhaps. It wasn't like I was very educated on cup size, but I could tell they were nice and big. And they looked natural, nothing like those awful fake implant jobs that looked like two basketballs sticking out from a chest, my tits looked like I had been born with them, soft and hanging naturally off my chest. My nipples were thicker and completely hard right now, and my areolas had expanded, tipping my breasts with cute, puffy pink nips.

And these were going to get bigger?

I wiggled my body back and forth and watch my tits jiggle in the monitor. I giggled uncontrollably. This all seemed so bizarre. Again I wondered why they would waste this technology, which I was beginning to realize was nothing short of miraculous, on fucking game show. They could probably make millions just in breast augmentation alone. And think of the money to be made from willing transgender subjects. The whole situation felt like I was living in some badly written internet porn for the transformation fetish crowd. The thoughts flew out of my head as I wiggled my boobs some more and the jiggled delightfully on my chest.

"Yay! Boobies!" I said before I could stop myself, causing everyone to laugh.

"Oh yeah, boobies are fun." Akira chuckled, "Well, it looks like you are well on your way to a very nice feminization, Pepper."

The audience cheered, and I found myself blushing. All their eyes on me, and all those camera taking in every inch of my naked transformed body, it was turning me on in ways I'd never thought possible. My heart hammered in my chest and tingles crawled over my crotch. I loved being seen and exposed like this, exhibitionist glee danced around in my head.

My god, I realized, I was really starting to enjoy this.

Looking at the monitor, I realized with shock that while I had been getting my body altered, my hair had grown out even more, it now went down past my shoulders, flowing down from my head. I could see that the bottoms had become somewhat wavy, and it seemed a more vibrant shade of red then before. People were going to call me carrot top, I thought, and giggled at that. Actually giggled in my new girly voice.

"Well, Pepper," Akira told me, "You've just successfully completed the second phase of your physical transformation. And you know what that means next."

Blearily, at first I didn't know what he was getting at. Then I realized and my eyes shot up to see the ring shaped head set from before dropping towards my head, two girls behind me guiding onto my cranium.

"Oh fuck." I mumbled.

"Time to commence with the second part of your mental transformation." Akira announced to thunderous applause, "You'll be a whole new girl when we're done with you."

"No . . . don't . . ." I weakly protested.

But the head set settled over my eyes and ears, and once more I was plunged into darkness.

As before, the images started slowly appearing in front of my eyes along with the sounds. As before, everything seemed hyper realistic, and I almost couldn't tell them from reality. I felt the sharp pain in my neck as I was injected again, and I knew the incredible flowing ecstasy was sure to come soon.

The images at first were more of the same, except that the t-girls weren't wearing any clothes this time. They were all in their underwear, topless, or completely naked. They struck sexy poses and ran their hands over their hot bodies. Some of them even started making out with each other. The mantra added some new phrases to the earlier set: "You're name is Pepper", "You are a sexy girl, Pepper." And the like, but also added new sentences like, "You love your big boobies, Pepper.", "You love your cute bubble butt, Pepper.", "You love to be naked, Pepper.", "You love when people see you do nasty things, Pepper." "Pepper, you love to kiss." "Pepper, you do what you are told." And more along the same lines.

I felt the hand on my cock again, gently stroking it with care. Then, to my surprise, I felt lips on my dick as somebody began licking and kissing the tip before swallowing the whole shaft and beginning to give me an expert blow job. I moaned as the effects of whatever they had given me began to swim over my body, as if I was wrapped in pure joy as the ecstasy flowed through my now small, feminized body. Whoever was on the floor in front of me continued to work magic on my dick, licking the head and running the tongue along the shaft.

"You love to flirt, Pepper. You are a shameless flirt."

I began to notice that there were now men in the videos I was being shown. Young, good looking men, often with their shirts off. The t-girls walked with them, held their hands and hugged them. A few times they were even making out with them. Again I could perceive hidden videos beneath the other ones (it's very hard to describe). And again, they were like instructions, teaching me things I'd have to know in my new life as a shemale. They taught me how to do my hair and my make-up. How to walk sexy and seductively. How to dress sexy. How to flirt, how be seductive. How to dance. How to strip, and even how to give a lap dance. They flooded into me, embedding themselves in the core of my being. Years of knowledge being etched on my mind in just a few . . . how long had it been? Minutes? Hours? I had no perception of time.

"Pepper, you love to be naked. You love to show off your sexy body."

It seemed like forever before the mouth finally brought me to another orgasm. I twisted and spasmed as the wonderful feeling of pleasure washed over me, causing my breasts to wiggle and shake on my chest. Instead of the old ropes of cum, It felt like only a little bit dribbled out. But whoever owned that mouth at my crotch dutifully licked it all off and swallowed. But the orgasm, oh yes, the orgasm: that was huge, waves upon waves of pleasure and ecstasy washing over my diminutive cutesy new body. It was an incredible cum that went on for a long time.

"You are a sexy girl, Pepper."

Even then, my erection remained, and the person at my penis continued her work as the head set continued to wreak havoc with my mind. I even caught a few images of the shemales giving a blow job to one of the guys.

"Pepper, you love being a shemale."

On it went, endlessly, my consciousness and disheveled mess of hypnotized thoughts and feelings swirling around between my ears. I came three more times into that wonderful mouth, each time the orgasm was astonishing and mind blowing. I writhed in my restraints, which now felt somehow comforting and soothing, like I was safe and protected in them. The flowing bliss from their drugs breaking down all my defenses.

"You are a pretty girl, Pepper."

As the images began to slow, I thought I notice more videos buried under the other hidden ones, but I could perceive what they were.

I hung limply in the restraints as hands once again cleaned me up. The head set was removed, causing me to groan involuntarily in disappointment, and my hair was once again straitened and brushed out. Once more, it was time for the door to open back on the set. As they swung open I really wished my hands were free so I could shield my eyes from the bright studio lights, but soon my vision adjusted and I could see the familiar set and audience, my naked body right away responding to all the eyes on me.

FEM THEM WILL RETURN AFTER THESE MESSAGES.