The crowd was quiet, a sight which would cause anyone to be careful of every word and phrase.
Stephen looked at Madame Illusia thinking she was foolish to take the brash man and accept his wish, then turn his wish to into a curse...
A stagehand leads the stumbling bull backstage to a waiting pen made for such guests. As in the past and almost every day some wanting person asks for a different reality. A new form and a new lifestyle, a body of strength or something of youth. Yet in the end they traded their human troubles away only to be presented with the perils and agony of the new beastial exsistance.
So it is for the bull being lead off stage, thought Stephen. The man was brash and insulting to a woman! He asked for a wish common to all, but the degraded attitude he held for this powerful woman turned her from willing to spiteful.
An old saying about a woman scorned, and their deep hatered. Madame Illusia looked into the very soul of this man. Calling upon the evil hatered that lurks about to give him the life he deserved, as a bull!
The audience is quiet till the faint sound of a teenage girl is heard. Coming down the isle she jogges, her pony tail swishing. A slim but not well, a beauty she is plain!
Climbing the steps to the stage she strolls up in front of Madame.
"Madame Illusia I saw your changing of that crude man to a bull. It was for his best I'm sure that you teach him respect for others! I have a wish, but have very little money. If possible my wish of a lifetime would be to more endowed with beauty. I am plain of features for which not one man out there would be interested in me for his mate. Please I ask for your great power to grant me a refined form and the stature I desire for a life of love," as she kneeled and bowed her head.
The audience applauded as some whistled and others hooraa' till out of the crowd one gruff voice called "Help the bitch out!"
Madame smiled at the considerate girl. She was well mannered and her life of plainess had shaped a personality. Her heart went out to the girl as she reconed with both loving and evil thoughts for her destiny.
Then the rude man in the front gallery brought the evil thoughts to a boil. Pointing to the man she urged him to come up and join them on the stage. At first the man refused, maybe out of good sudden sense, or the rememberance of the last brash fool who just trotted of stage. None the less her prodding and the people around him urged enough till he slowly walked up to the stage.
Suddenly being shy now that he stood out in front of the an audience. The man walked a little closer but kept a distance from the green eyed Madame Illusia.
Madame looked down at the girl, taking her had she beconed her to stand aside her looking out at the audience.
"This girl has grace, and manners befitting a Princess! She lacks only confidence, and needs something strong to to power her life ahead."
Pulling her hand out of a pocket she opened a small felt covered box. The girl looked intently at the box, hope gleamed in her eyes. The man bowed his head and tried not to look, While Stephen made jestures toward the audience to view the small box.
"Confidence comes from ability my dear, dear girl. In this box is a very old ring of ancient times long gone. This ring once adorned a Queen's hand. She like you had beauty in her soul but little in her features. The powers of this ring changed her to become a woman to deal with! Her power showed her a new way of life and in time lessoned her desire and respect for men in general. Come now dear and wear the ring of Circe!" offered Madame Illusia.
The girl with eyes on fire took the ring and slipped it over a finger. A glow of power ran from the ring and became a cloud of silvery white that incircled her. Slowly the shimmering light melted into her as she stood up straight. A smile of confidence spread over her face and with a twinkle of power in her eye the crowd broke into a round of applause.
Standing almost as Mother and Daughter they both looked at the rude man standing almost hat in hand nearby.
"What of him Princess, is there a parting thought to which he should remember the day he was brash and rude?" asked Madame Illusia.
The man began to back his way off stage, as the Princess walked over and took his hand. Leading him back into the spotlight she smiled at him.
"What was it you said, Help the bitch out! I'm no bitch and will not be talked about in such manner. You language and attitude show's your place in this world! I honor your rude wish and give to you the male confidence and ability to carry out your suggestion," said the now radiant beauty.
As her finger adorned with a gold ring touched the man's forehead he crumpled to the floor on his knees.
The princess and Madame Illusia stood between the man and the audience as not to offer his obscene change to their view. A slow scream rolled into a howl as the two women stepped to each side.
The audience began to applaude at the magic trick which had unfolded before them. Stephen waived his arms about to exclaim the trick even more. As Princess and Madame looked down at the wrinkled face of a full grown Blood Hound stud dog.
The man not yet understanding his change in decor and feeling a sudden urge for pleasure had a ragging boner for all to see and every bitch to enjoy.