"Damon, I see it fitting that it is best that I should turn Monica into a .....well......just watch", Madame said as she swayed her arm into the air. Monica started to develop strange thoughts. She became horny just thinking about rubbing her face in human feces, but, for reasons unknown to her, she laid down on the stage floor on her back. Damon looked on as Monica's clothes disappeared and Monica started masturbating herself. Monica's head got absorbed into her body leaving her without a way to talk, see, or hear. In Monica's mind, that didn't matter, she just wanted to hug someone and be fed a mushy brown paste by their anus. It didn't take long for Monica to orgasm and so exhausted, she rested her arms across her chest. Damon and the crowd watched as Monica's legs spread out perpendicular to the rest of her body. Afterwards, Monica's arms and legs widened and flattened as the back side of them turned to pink. On the front of her appendages, a thick white fuzzy cloth type texture formed and worked its way up through the center of Monica's body. The pink on Monica's appendages then ran up and into the center of Monica's back forming the outer waterproof shell of her new diaper body. Her hand and feet merged into her body finishing off her arms and legs and turning them into the tabs of her diaper body. On the back of of her tabs, velcro formed, plastic hooks for her arms and fabric loops for her legs. On Monica's sides, but pointing up were tall elastic waterproof leg gathers that could be tucked up around the wearer's legs to keep messes from leaking out the side of Monica the diaper. Monica could still think, feel, taste, and orgasm, but that was all she could do. Damon watched his former wife, now diaper shrink down until she was small enough to fit him. He then watched as the previous pull-ups in Madame's hand disappeared and Monica, the diaper float up into the pull-up's previous place. "Damon, I couldn't for the life of me turn Monica into a boy since she's the one suffering for your decisions. Therefore, for the rest of your life, you'll be treated as a girl. In fact, when you leave this tent, a doctor's going to find you, pick you up, and take you to the hospital. You're going to be given growth attenuation treatment to stop your growth. You'll be given gender confirming surgery turning your boy parts into girl parts. You'll also have your breast buds removed since you'll develop breasts if we don't. We want you flat chested so that you'll always look like a little girl. From then on, you'll be given estrogen shots weekly so that your body will go through female puberty extremely early preventing you from ever growing any bigger than you already are. Without your breast buds, you'll never develop breasts and without ovaries, you'll never have a period. Without testicles, you'll never grow into the body of a man. When your body and pubic hairs grow in, you'll be forced to begin electrolysis hair removal so that your skin will remain looking like a prepubescent girl.", said Madame. Damon's clothes completely disappeared as he watched Monica floated over to Damon and became secured around Damon's waist. Monica for her part was ecstatic about being able to hug someone's butt and was growing hungry for food. "Damon, now you're free to depart out of this tent, but remember, as soon as you leave a doctor will be waiting for you outside to escort you first to the hospital for surgery, and then after, an orphanage. Have a good life, Damon!", said Madame. Damon was mortified to be standing in the middle of the tent wearing nothing but a girl's diaper. At least the thick absorbent terry padding was soft and comfortable. Unfortunately, he wasn't very fond of the print of a face of a certain famous white cat with a red bow plastered on the front of his diaper. Nor, did he care for the smaller lavender hearts that surrounded said cat's face. Due to Damon's unwillingness to leave, Madame had him escorted out by security and handed over the the doctor just outside the tent.