Madame stood eying the five friends, each horrified at being there, and nervously awaiting their beastly doom.
"What do you think is as embarrassing for them as it may soon become for your horsey pal?" asked Madame of Kurt, he so thrilled and planning the bestial damnation of his friends, he failed to watch Madame.
A slight tap to to his head was all the warning Kurt got before he knew he was the crux to being embarrassed, humiliated, and made to feel it from his friend.
A wave of strange sensation coursed Kurt from head to his cold toes.
"What, not me you vile ole woman, do it tot them!" Kurt yelled, he feeling something happening to his body.
"You who would wish to damn your good friends, I ask your friends now, is Kurt worthy to be with his pal here, being a team together, both as draft horses, one a horny gelding and the other, Kurt as a nymphomaniac mare?" Madame made the offer.
All five chats gave a slow nod to their heads, signifying in unison that Kurt would make an excellent horny mare.
Suddenly a burning sensation hit Kurt in his groin, he screamed as if his maleness were on fire. He fell to his knees, seeing with embarrassed horror that his hands melted, and re-solidified, becoming as horse hoofs; one on each wrist.
"No, No, do this to them!" Kurt screamed, the audience aggreed with the five, and as well with Madame. It seemed Kurt was doomed, his body began to swell, bones snapping, increasing in size, he screamed bloody murder when out his butt shot forth the boney tail, and then a flock of coarse hair.
"No please no," begged Kurt.
"You five, I give you an open wish, you may ask anything for yourself, or as some added taunt to Kurt, your's the the choice, so choose!" said Madame, the audience seemed to agree again, clapping and hoots, they began making lurid suggestion as what should happen to Kurt.