"Tyler, you lucky dog you. your wheels have stopped on unicorn!"
"What? No! I don't want to be a..." started Tyler.
He had no time to finish. A pink puff of smoke covered him from the eyes of one and all. When it cleared, a magnificent unicorn was standing on stage, dazzling the audience and bringing gasps and awed exclamations of everyone, but most women. Tyler looked around, a little dizzy. He felt something of a certain weight on his brow. Smack in the middle. Not heavy or painful, though. Just... there. He looked at his hands. Except they were now cloven hooves. With shiny white short hair upon two slender horse legs above. Tyler shouted his astonishment but it only came out as a horse's whinny instead to his ears. He took a few steps but he could only hear the sound of hooves upon planks of wood. Everyone gaped at him saying how pretty he was. What...? Tyler looked around at himself. He could only see a horse's body! With a shiny mane falling in long wonderful locks. He screamed more, which only rushed out of his mouth as more panicked horse utterances. As for Madame Illusia, she was beaming with pride. She had outdone herself this time. The unicorn was absolutely gorgeous, even by the standards of these fabled horses. Her horn shone like a pearl and her eyes mingled turquoise and violet with golden flecks. Now this was a better sight than the rude young man there before. No doubt the public would want to keep him that way. And who was she to deny her loving audience such a wonderful wish? And the arrogant idiot hadn't noticed it yet but the unicorn was... Ah, yes. He did seem to have just come upon that realization.
Female! He was a girl! Tyler had glanced at his crotch as he stomped and reared and had seen the absence of a sheath and testicles. No! That was the absolute humiliation! He couldn't be a girl! He couldn't! And unbeknownst to him, his new vagina and vulva were made to attract all male unicorns imaginable. In heat, his labia would swell as he ovulated and her intimate scents would wink and seduce all the unicorn males that had nostrils. Her whiff would drive them wild and in a frenzy for it indicated how fertile she was, delicate, soft, sweet-tempered and in need of protection, she and her numerous foals to come. And her looks just matched how utterly enchanting and delightful she looked. Tyler could only grunt in rage at his new appearance. He wanted to be changed back, and he wanted it now! He was ready to impale the awful bitch that had done that to him. His precious manhood! His athlete's body! But Madame Illusia could sense the danger and with a few words of magic, a cage appeared all around him, securing him behind bars.
"Now, should we turn this arrogant and rude young man back to his first appearance? Or should he remain this beautiful unicorn?"
Everyone shouted out for the second option. Of course.
"You are right, ladies and gentlemen! The world could use more unicorns and not the idiotic boy you first saw. No doubt we'll all be better off without him."
Everyone cheered and she turned towards Tyler.
"But Tyler is no name for a unicorn. How about... How about Seastar?"
All in the public awed and said it was most appropriate and just wonderful.Tyler hated it, though.
"But before I send you to the realm where unicorns belong, there is one last thing..." smiled Madame Illusia.