Hasheem Gassypants turned to the crowd of excited Daddies.
"Well," he said happily, his voice booming forcefully. "I thought we'd make it more fun this time."
The crowd then waited with bated breath, impatient to the extreme.
"One of them will become a Daddy, a Daddy of his choice, and the other will become a boy. The one becoming a Daddy can decide how to be. The Boy one will not have this choice, though."
Everyone cheered, elated at this spicy piece of entertainment.
"So," said Hasheem as he turned towards the two hapless men. "Which one of you wants to become the Daddy?"
"ME!" said David at once and as loudly as he could.
Mitch turned towards him, mouth agape and bewildered. But David remained stoic and without any sense of apology. But his choice was made, as he did NOT want at all to become a brainwashed little boy to be the adoptive little pet of a grown man. He decided to take the best part for himself and leave Mitch whatever he could. Not very nice, true, but the alternative terrified him.
"A happy volunteer!" said excitedly Hasheem. "And what sort of Daddy would you like to be?"
The audience laughed. David knew what he had to do.
"Muscular. And rich. Very rich," he said simply.
If he was going to become a new guy, well, he might as well be largely wealthy. The audience laughed again.
"As you wish," said the genie joyfully.
With a puff of smoke, David become taller. Muscular. But with a large bulging belly. Dressed in a fine suit. Suddenly he just wanted to enjoy fine things. Smoke Havana cigars. Drink fine wine. Enjoy linen and silk sheet. Discuss things with other very rich men. Go back to his mansion and play cards. Have his boy with him. His boy... What was he supposed to look like again? David's mind felt unbelievably fuzzy. He felt his head turning.
"My... My boy..." he stammered.
"Yes, him. What does he look like?" Hasheem said with fake concern.
David pondered about that. And other Daddies in the audience shouted out their suggestions. They all mingled in David's mind. Meanwhile, poor Mitch could only stare as his fate was decided upon.