Monica watched, appalled, as her boyfriend was getting mounted by a horse, resulting in him becoming a mare fully. A mare that really seemed to enjoy herself as she neighed and stomped pleasure, opening herself as much as possible to the virile member of the stallion penetrating her gleefully too. They both had the best of times apparently, Lucky giving Damon all that he, or rather she, wanted. Lucky was more than overjoyed to oblige his new girlfriend. Monica, for herself, was as disgusted as fascinated by this display. She couldn't believe people laughed and cheered while Damon humiliated himself by becoming a female animal. The men in the audience appeared to have no pity towards another of their gender. What if it was them in this situation? Had they no empathy at all? But no, they just stared and enjoyed the show, not worrying about Damon's fate. Or hers, for that matter, because she remembered all too clearly the ogling of the men at her breasts and how enthusiastic they were at staring at a mermaid. Desperate, she tried to call out to Damon but only bubbles came out. Worse, when she tried to alert people when breaking the surface, she could only gasp. Breathing air was fine, but at the expense of her vocal cords, it seemed. She plunged back into her tank, distraught. Her tank was then wheeled away, while Damon taken elsewhere. Probably to enjoy some hay and some more time with her new boyfriend.
Much later, when Madame Illusia's show was ended - and quite a few other people transformed - Madame Illusia went to see Monica. Monica was swimming in circles around her tank, getting used to her new body.
"Adjusting to your new life, fish girl?" she asked with a naughty smile.
Monica just stared in utter fury at her.
"You better be nice to me, or else no food," said Madame Illusia. "From now on, you're an attraction at this circus. Gentleman- of legal age, naturally - will pay to see you jump and swim and most importantly stare at your unclothed body. You cannot sing, nor is it important. Men don't care for chanting or even talking when they can ogle at a nice waist and pair of tits. Not to mention your pretty hair and face. You'll be starving for their attentions and them for their favors, you mark my words. And they will pay hefty sums to see you do more. Yes, you'll be a big earner, Pearl. Yes, I'll call you Pearl. Monica doesn't quite cut it."
Monica, now Pearl, was absolutely revolted. No way she was going to conduct herself like some sort of aquatic whore! She mouthed "Never" but Madame Illusia laughed.
"Never say never, Pearl. Not only will hunger get you to act the way I want, but do you really think I would have let you fully with a human brain? Soon new instincts and desires will develop, including that of behaving like a true see strumpet."
Monica, horrified at the notion, also mouthed her question regarding Damon's fate. Unfortunately, Madame Illusia just said that she'd answer her if she was good. After all, mermaids were immortal and Monica would have to get started on her new life as of now. And Madame Illusia, much to Monica's chagrin, had told the truth.