Hasheem Gassypants was excited at having such an attentive and happy audience. Indeed, he was enjoying every little second of it, drinking in the attention and love he was receiving. Now he had to give in to his audience's wishes and give them the fun entertainment they craved. Magic of course made it a lot easier. But imagination had to be added in. Hasheem knew that and lucky for him, he DID have imagination. And after all, the public's yelled suggestions would make things rather easy. He then pointed at one of the men, Mitch, who started at the gesture. He was downright frightened. The fool. He would just be entering a much more interesting life, and soon enough he'd be happy to. More than happy to, even.
"This strapping man," Hasheem boomed. "Who should he be? Daddy or Baby?"
The overwhelming response was "Daddy" so then Hasheem asked them what sort of Daddy his dear audience wished that man to be. He wanted to get his audience excited, after all.
"Very well! Your wish is granted! But what sort of Daddy should he be? Think well! After all, he shall join our wonderful community, so he should enjoy his new body! And us too! And what will the other man - a future Baby - become shall be influenced by what his new Daddy shall be. So I repeat, think well! But hey, maybe a future date for some?" he grinned mischievously.
All Daddies laughed loudly. Then the suggestions erupted.
"A lordly Daddy!"
"A bellydancer Daddy!"
"A scifi poppa!"
"A Tarzan Daddy!"
"A feminine Daddy!"
"A Polynesian Daddy!"
The awful suggestions went on and on. Then Hasheem calmed them down, decreeing he had chosen.
"I have chosen," he said, his hands raised. "You will assist to the transformation and then decide the age of the other."
He turned to Mitch, ready to work his magic - literally. Oh, were they baffled and scared, those two. This was going to be most fun. Hasheem grinned and the public waited with bated breath.