The audience is very impressed but still believes it's just stage magic. They cry encore. A
few in the audience even shout out that they think they know how the trick was done.
Although Morpho doesn't usually do encores, he decides that the skeptics are too vocal
and need to be taught a lesson. So he agrees and he has you brought back on stage.
Morpho says, "So you don't believe me. How about examining the mannequin."
"Of course it's a mannequin", the young man shouts, "The man is hiding backstage
somewhere."
Morpho says, "I insist that you examine it. Then I will perform another trick to prove
myself."
Morpho takes you apart and you come apart easily like a mannequin. He tosses your crotch
to the young man and you feel his hands catch you.
"HEY," the young man shouts. "I'm no faggot. Don't toss me his ass."
You feel the same indignation about having your ass tossed to him. Then your crotch
begins to feel different. The young man's hands press into your ass a bit. He drops your
ass which bounces on the table. You begin to feel yourself becoming anatomically correct
and fleshy but only in the crotch area. The rest of you is still a pile of plastic on the stage.
Morpho asks, "Are you convinced now?"
The young man is too scared to talk. One of his friends says, "You're not going to change
him back right."
Morpho says, "Of course. My magic is all about having fun. After we've had some fun,
everyone will be restored. But let's have some fun."
You feel hands grab you again. One hand is holding your dick. One hand is holding your
balls. There must have been three guys because you feel that many hands holding you. On
hand is on your hole.
Morpho says, "Now, you can either volunteer for the next trick, or you can sit there holding
that for the next two hours not interrupting the rest of the show."