"You hate your body, yes?" Madame Illusia asked Danny.
Danny was beet-red and embarrassed in front of the crowd. "Of course I do... I hate looking like this. Jeff has everything, he's cool, he's tall, he's hot... I'm a short, fat loser and that's all I'll ever be."
"I see," she said, smiling. "The real issue is not how you look. It's how your friend looks."
She whipped her wand [or whatever she does. I didn't read this branch carefully] at Jeff.
Jeff was alarmed. "Oh, no, not me! Oh no!" He tried to back away but it was too late.
"Danny, you'll have a close friend who understands your problem! You can give each other emotional support from now on."
Jeff fell to his knees as he felt his body rearrange. His flat, fit stomach filled up with jiggling flab. His shoulders and face grew broad and wide. His hips and butt expanded, expanded, expanded. His legs and spine shortened, cruelly trapping him in a short boy's body. Jeff wailed and moaned, hearing his voice change into Danny's voice. "Not Danny! No! Anyone else, please for the love of God, change me into anyone else!" His eyes welled up with tears as he looked in horror at what Madame Illusia had done to his body. He touched a hand to his flabby, overhanging belly. "No.... No!! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I take it back! Don't leave me like this! Please!"