So, Tyler just stood there as he watched the wheel spin around and around, slowing down with every pass, until it stopped with the big, red arrow pointing to the text which read "Infant". Madame Illusia clapped at that.
"Oh! A fun one! But be happy, Tyler, it could have been a lot worse!"
Tyler barely had the time to protest. He got engulfed in a puff of smoke that was baby blue, appropriately so, and when it cleared, he entered a new world of humiliation. Just what Madame Illusia wanted, after all. That young man was rude and he deserved to be punished. And since she was not in a forgiving mood today, she took the decision from the start to make Tyler's position permanent. Obviously he suffered from an overblown ego which deserved to be punctured once and for all. He was athletic and handsome. No doubt that had made him receive more than he should have and as a manipulative child, he had played on that, growing up into a rude and arrogant young adult. He had used his charm to get whatever he wanted and treat others unfairly, just because he could. Just because he was a. bully and thought mocking others unduly was the height of fun. He could not put himself in the shoes of other people. But Madame Illusia was going to change that for good. Punishing bullies was so much fun anyway! The world could use a sweet baby to grow up right instead of a naughty boy. And she knew prospective parents who would just adore to welcome a new addition to their family, both in this world and in the realms of fantasy in which she liked to travel. She smiled widely. Her audience. could even help her in how Tyler would end up and where! They would appreciate her minding their input and amuse them greatly. So when the smoke cleared at last, Tyler was on his back, a six-months-old infant who could not even raise himself or crawl, and left to flail his arms around and move his legs feebly. He tried to talk but only gurgles came out. The audience clapped, laughed and exclaimed themselves at Tyler's newfound cuteness. As for Tyler, he was fuming. His mind was there all right and he hated this new body. A baby! Hew was a baby! And the noise and feeling around his groin and butt told him he was diapered. Diapered! He could not talk, barely move and the audience was mocking him. Laughing at his new appearance or plainly finding him cute. He attempted to insult them but his angry baby talk just brought on more laughter. Overwhelmed by his own helplessness and humiliation, Tyler started to screech and wail. He was even more enraged at that development but could not stop it. He was throwing a baby tantrum in public! As a baby! This wasn't fair! He wanted his adult body back and he wanted it now!
"Oh! Looks like our little tyke Tyler is an upset baby!" said Madame Illusia in mock concern. "Maybe he is a cranky baby because he is a puddly baby?"
Everyone cheered yes and with a nap of her fingers, Tyler's bladder erupted and a flood of urine drenched his diaper, as well as his groin and butt. Itv was not only mortifying but extremely uncomfortable. Tyler screamed anew and wriggled, still incapable of helping himself. It was unpleasant and itchy and scratchy and he wanted to be clean!
"Yes, little tyke Tyler has had an accident! Good thing his little buttocks have got friends!"
No one knew what Madame Illusia meant by that until objects magically alive arrived on stage. A cloth of thick material slid itself under Tyler's butt after invisible hands removed Tyler's diaper, sodden in yellow urine. With his butt and privates in the air for al to see, a sponge cleaned him, then lotion and baby powder were applied generously. A big plastic safety pin secured the new diaper in place as it folded itself over Tyler's groin. It felt like a giant pillow. Everyone capped at the incredible moving objects. Tyler yelled and dried again. It wasn't incredible, it sucked! Because HE was the laughing stock of this stupid show. His cries were stopped as a pacifier shot out of nowhere and into his mouth, pacifier he could not remove or spit out, try as he might. Then a frilly blue bonnet tied itself under his chin, completing the picture of an old-fashioned chubby baby. Again all clapped and felt entertained.
"Now that our little tyke Tyler is diapered and squeaky clean, he should be happy. But he is no happy baby, oh no. Little tyke Tyler is still grumpy. I think it is because he wants his mama and papa. What do you think?"
Again everyone in the public agreed. Tyler did not, of course. He hated that bitch's stupid nickname and he was still a stupid diapered baby! How could he be happy?
"But I don't see his parents anywhere," continued Madame Illusia in a false sad tone of voice. "Maybe they can arrive and make little tyke Tyler very, very happy, don't you think?"
That got the public interested for sure. As for Tyler, he thought that this was about to bring a whole lot more embarrassment heaped on him.