"Oooh, my god!" Don flushed red all over as he came all over his chest in front of a live audience. The bands were on before Don knew what happened. The knife flashed, there was sharp pain followed by a plopping sound of soft flesh landing in a metal pan. The room spun, and Don started to black out as Bruno and Nick started dressing his wounds. There had been a few flash photos and a loud round of applause, but the unauthorized photographers lost there cameras to mob boys. As he was lifted and carried away, Don heard Bill directing people to the table in the corner where authorized photos and dvd orders were being taken.
An acrid smell spurred Don back to consciousness. He looked around and then down. Don was back in the secret room behind the bookcase. Manny was there, so was Tony, Bruno, Nick and Tyler Madison. Ty was still clutching Don's old jersey and jockstrap. The bloody patch flat at the base of his torso brought home the enormity of his situation. Then he noticed the metal pan on the table with a bloody flesh peeking over the rim. He wanted to vomit.
"Good you're awake,Donnie" Manny said looking from Don to Tyler, "Got the cash?"
"Cash?" Don muttered.
Tony raised a Polo™ duffle bag, and said, "He gave it to me as we entered your office." Tony shifted the bag back and forth judging the weight,"Based on the probable weight of the bag, and the weight of your average $100 bill bound in rubber bands, I'd say $44,500 to $53,250. Do you want, I should count it?"
"Close enough. Count it later, if it's short, I'm sure Ty will make good with interest," Manny said fingering the bloody knife, "Well, let's put you back together, Donnie." He picked up the pan, and reached down and ripped the bandage from Don's wounded crotch.
There was a blinding flash of pain.
Bryan was just along for the ride. He'd tried unsuccessfully to save Don from the scalpel, now he remained silent in the hope that Manny would really be able to magically restore his big brother's manhood. The knife glowed violet, and sparks flew. Don's manhood was restored.
"You're sure he'll be able to have kids?" Tyler asked.
"Don't interrupt, when I'm ensorcing. Yes, the two of you should be able to procreate when I'm done. Now silence."
Bryan saw Manny's mind. He knew what Manny planned, and why. He also knew how he could change it. An extra wave of the wand and one extra word, and Tyler would be very surprised, and Manny would deliver exactly what had been requested: A spell to make Don and Ty able to breed with each other. Everything else had been window dressing.
Manny planned to turn Don into a woman, and he needed the genitals intact to change them into their corresponding female organs.
Don was elated he could feel the blood rushing to his organs. But they felt funny. His balls seemed to pull tight against his body, perhaps happy to be home, but more. The pressure increased, and his balls started tunneling up into his flesh, and now his scrotum hung cold and empty over the edge of the stool. His pecs started twitching, his nipples tingled. His penis started to telescope inward into his body. The head of his penis started to split, and twist into a labia. His breasts swelled outward. He caught them in his hands. He could feel his face reshaping itself. He swallowed and his adam's apple disappeared. He could feel the hair on his head growing. The tips of his growing hair tickled his shrinking shoulders. He was getting more rounded, softer, more feminine.
"Well. Let's leave the two love birds alone. She should be in heat now, and you need to consummate your black marriage before sunrise if you want the spell to be permanent."
Ty stepped out of his designer jeans, his cock popped out his boxers. "I popped a viagra when he sat in the chair, just like you instructed," Tyler smiled wickedly moving to embrace the amorous woman who was the female version of Don.
She caressed him, and pulled at his shirt. Tyler's lips parted to admit her tongue. The two sprawled on to the upholstered couch against the wall. He didn't even notice as the bookcase closed that Manny waved his still glowing knife, and whispered, "Switcheroo."
The two rolled off the couch, moaning, sweating.
Bryan smiled glancing back at the bookcase. Manny was wondering why he'd done it. Not that he couldn't appreciate the irony, Tyler got exactly what he'd paid for, but it was the opposite of what he'd expected.