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 "Balloon".
"Oh My! That one will be fun!" exclaimed Madame Illusia. "And most appropriate for an arrogant youth like you!"
She then turned towards her audience.
"This rude young man has shown himself as being quite rude. He thinks too highly of himself! He is full of pride and bravado, but most of all hot air! Let's make this a reality!"
Everyone cheered, happy to see Tyler get a well-earned lesson. He had been too cocky for the taste of everyone. And before he could utter one full sentence of protest, he felt gas in his belly. Gas, or air. Indeed air, which expanded at once. His belly started to become fully round, a ridiculous contrast to his muscled body. But his prized muscles soon became round and not muscles at all. Tyler bloated and became impossibly light. Not to float away in the air but to loose all sense of balance and end up on his back, in a body which seemed made of latex and looking for all the world like an inflatable doll. He could not speak, even! Just grunt and moan. He couldn't move, either. But the audience let out a roar of applause and of course laughed loudly. Tyler felt utterly humiliated and could not even insult those jerks and that bitch that had done that to him.
"There you have it!" yelled triumphantly Madame Illusia. "Tyler is indeed full of hot air and emptiness!"
The public loved her talk and more so when Madame Illusia made with a spell Tyler's ripped clothes disappear, leaving him naked. Not that there was much to see. Tyler's body hair was completely gone and his privates were just two balloons and one tube, puny and grotesque. As grotesque as the rest of his body.
"Now what should we do?" pondered loudly Madame Illusia. "Tyler cannot spin the wheel again to change his appearance. Yet he has not been punished. Do you think he should?"
The audience as one screamed they did indeed.
"With this?" smirked the woman on stage, producing a sharp needle.
Tyler at this sight shook his head slightly and moaned his terror, eyes wide. No! No, no, no, no no! Not that! Please, anything but that! Would it hurt? Would she really do that? Did he deserve this? The crowd certainly wanted to see him explode with a bang.
"A bit too cruel, perhaps," said the woman as she put the needle back into her robes with a flourish.
Tyler sighed in relief as the crowd looked sorely disappointed.
"But that boy will be punished, do not worry," she smiled widely and evilly.
With a snap of her fingers, six large feathers appeared and started to glide along Tyler's body. He had enough of his voice restored for him to laugh out loud. The feathers glided everywhere and Tyler did not just laugh, he chortled. He couldn't even plea for the painless torture to cease, he was too occupied by letting out his peals of laughter. How long did it last? He had no idea but when it did stop, it took even longer him to stop sputtering and giggling like an idiot,.
"Tyler has been properly punished for being a bad little boy," said Madame Illusia. " Let us hope the lesson sticks. But as he cannot spin the wheel himself, I think I decide for him. A balloon is a child's toy. He acted all his life as a child. So let us turn him into a toy. A living toy. Do you want this?"
Her public went wild and wholeheartedly thought the idea stupendous. Tyler could only moan his terror and disapproval as Madame Illusia approached him and cast her spell. Everyone else held his breath, impatient to see what Tyler was going to be transformed into.