Neil was soon elated. He had received Clay to mold and shape as he desired! Perfect! He would get a sweet revenge on the jock who enjoyed taunting him because he was not an athlete. Clay had never bore his name so outstandingly well before! This was great! But now... What should he mold Clay into? Something very humiliating, of course, but what? He had to teach this small-time bully a lesson. Yet the possibilities and choices were a bit daunting, precisely because they were limitless. However, Neil soon thought of something. Clay and his moronic pals loved to say Neil was homosexual and called him a "fairy". It wasn't true but he and his friends adored spreading the rumor and watching poor Neil receive abuse and scorn from everyone. So Neil was going to make Clay into a fairy. That would be a very nice poetic justice! And not just any fairy, with a pair of butterfly wings attached to his back. He would make Clay into a girl fairy. Or no, better yet! A little girl! A fairy baby! Clay would not only be a fairy but a baby, completely dependent upon others and doomed to wear pink and frilly and silly clothes, as well as indulging into activities he'd hate! Perfect! He set to work at once.
When he was done, he was very glad of his work. Moreover, the instructor had come to give him a hand, some help and very useful advice. Clay, still unconscious, was now a baby girl, with wings attached to his back. He was blonde with blue eyes, and with pointed ears. All his genitalia, immature still naturally, would grow and develop in due time at puberty. Her skin was soft and plump. His wings were that of a butterfly's and soft pink. Anyone would think Clay a most adorable baby. The instructor congratulated Neil, put a diaper on the baby girl and set her in a basinet, explaining a new family for her in the park would be provided. This pleased Neil even more. Clay would have to be pampered and molly-coddled and be adopted by new parents who'd treat him like a little princess! He'd really hate that! As the other models, still in trance and asleep, were wheeled away, all participants talked about their works. The instructor also came back with cocktails and everyone drank happily. What they did not know, was that each cocktail was going to transform them, each fitting what they had made their models into. Everyone would get their just deserves. If they had chosen a nice new form for their models, they would get an easy and rather flattering transformation. Conversely, a new life rather unpleasant awaited them. The cocktails were their comeuppance. So for Neil, this did not bode well at all...