John noticed a couple sitting a few rows over from him, a young fresh faced man who was maybe eighteen sitting on the lap of an older man, perhaps in his late thirties or early forties. They were a curious couple, with the young man wearing a short plaid purple and black mini skirt and white tights and the older man with his hand clearly up the younger man's skirt. "Do you like that, boy?", asked the older gentleman to the younger one. The younger man could only groan in ecstasy. No one else was paying attention to the couple, instead paying attention to the lady and her son on stage. John continued to listen to and watch the show on which he sat his eyes on disregarding the stage, the lady, and her son as well as the happenings on stage. For John, the real entertainment was in the crowd. The older man kept rubbing his younger companion under his skirt as the the older man continued to gently whisper into the ear of the younger one. "Wouldn't you like to take on the role of a five-year-old girl who is beginning kindergarten? Imagine how embarrassing it would be for you, being your age and having your mind, but being stuck in that role for the rest of your life with everyone thinking you're five and treating you like you're a girl, aged five. Would you really like that?" The young man on the older man's lap had his eyes closed and a dopey smile on his face, "Yes, daddy! I'd love to be your adult little girl. I could come home from kindergarten all excited to see you and maybe if I'm a good girl and finish my homework on time, you'll let me suck on your special lollipop." "Maybe daddy could pay that magician up on stage to help make that happen for you. Maybe she can remove all of your nasty body hair, rework your dick into a nice cute little cocklette, keep you age eighteen for the rest of your life, and make everyone except me think that you are the cutest five-year-old ever. Would you like that?", the older man continued to whisper. "Maybe I could even give you a little sister to play with. Maybe I could teach you how to be a good big sister. Maybe you need a little sister who still needs her didies, crawls, eats baby food, sleeps in a crib, and goes to daycare, would you like that?", the older man continued while giving a smile to John when he noticed that John was paying attention. John started blushing while springing a boner in his pants. John thought about it. Could he really become a perpetual eighteen-year-old adult baby sissy girl with his own cocklette? Would he really be allowed to wear diapers, eat baby food, and go to daycare and maybe suck "daddy's special pacifier"? Maybe daddy could make it so that they were rich and lived by the beach in a nice house with a nursery just perfect for an eternal eighteen-year-old adult in the permanent role of a nine-month-old. Maybe daddy would have all of his teeth removed and his bladder and bowel control obliterated so that he'd need his diapers and baby food to survive. He also thought about what it would be like to never have the ability to walk again. John subconsciously licked his lips and started rubbing his member through his jeans thinking about this fantasy. Unknown to all three men, Madame Illusia noticed them and was about to call them up on stage.