"Madame, I..., I have had, ah..., always had a dire wish, as wondering what being odd felt like...!" I said.
The audience all then laughed or applauded, while I felt horridly foolish for having had drawn from me what Madame would use as her excuse of making me look the part of another volunteering fool.
Madame then stared at me, our eyes meeting, she saw down into my so what I had, during personal as private times sat and imagined what I would feel if being really different, was as something less than human.
"A dictator, now isn't that odd, as I know of a past volunteer who came up on stage, and after I asked of him his most cherished, desire, he became a strong Percheron draft horse. Tom was his manly name and kept it after becoming greater than he was as a man. Yet he lacked a sense of courage for doing what a stallion is by willfully wishing to mate, as be a stud.
What he had a need for was the addition of someone to dictate to him his new as more dire desire to perpetuate his species.
I believe you are such a personality what could aid Tom with his feelings of insecurity, are you equal to the task as being of help will for sure grant to you many odd feelings?" Madame said, she asking a fool to try and be a bold fool.
"You would ask of me to be some sort of dictator to Tom the Percheron stallion about him and his lacking passion to mate? How can a man assert any idea to a stallion about it mating with a female, as certainly not by him or me becoming a mare, not that is not for me!" I said, me being then acting bold as defining what I would as would not wish to be of a partner.
Madame stood there looking out at a silent audience, she waiting for some comment to inspire her next move.
"Make him a Dictator!" said a man from the far to the rear of the audience.
"Give him a horse dick to show the stud what to do," yelled a lurid woman.
"Have him become the stallion's cock!" So yelled another woman, and it was from that thought, what Madame turned to me and announced to all, "What an idea of how to let you feel odd, while surrounded by sensations only a dictating horse cock would, could exert upon its host..., I like that idea!" Madame said, as I stood there, looking stupid as my head nodded like I was in agreement, wishfully asking to become bodily the male member to a sexually over-anxious stallion.