Gilda was still gushing and clapping like an immature schoolgirl. James wondered how the other witches and herself could not see how ridiculous she was.
"I'll make him into a boy toy! A boy toy!" she said, jumping up and down. "He'll be my precious cute boy toy! He'll be so adorable all the other witches will be jealous of me!"
"You mean 'us'," curtly said her sister Hilda.
The idea of becoming a gigolo for a ridiculous witch who acted like a little girl, in effect being in possession of a brain much, much younger than her body, was absolutely revolting to James. Ugh! Never mind the complete humiliation, the idea of touching this saggy, wrinkled skin and kissing these thin dry lips from which the upper part sprouted a few stray hair was enough to repulse him for life. In fact, it made him want to throw up on the spot. He was 25, after all, and clearly not old or desperate enough to resort to this sort of awful... activity! He was happy with a girl his age and the only way he could picture himself with a partner that had a widely different age than him was himself as an older rich man and a young bride. Not the opposite!
"I think he would make a better pet," smiled Matilda pointedly at the young man.
"No! A boy toy!" said Gilda with a pout.
"Let him decide," smirked Hilda. "What will it be, boy? Human boy toy or animal pet?"
Either option was repellent but James knew which one was the least worse.
"An animal pet," he mumbled.
Matilda whooped in glee while Gilda shrieked in frustration. Gilda glared at James, as if he was the worst mean human being in the world for having refused her and denied her pleasure.
"Better luck next time, Gilda," said Hilda. "He chose Matilda's option."
"And I know what to turn him into!" happily exclaimed Matilda.
"Wait! I don't even get to choose?" yelled James in the utmost panic.
"Of course not!" answered Matilda.
She threw a spell from her hands at James whose head started to spin and body change. The transformation had already started.