"So to start." She began, taking her hand and showing it to the crowd. "If he is to be a female raccoon several changes need to be made. Wouldn't you all agree?"
They clapped and whistled.
"So then I think it is fitting we first start with what makes a man a man." Her motion was fluid. Her hand shot down to James' crotch, cupping it very closely. So closer than, James thought, she have really been possible. She rubbed the area which was now bulge-less.
"Now, it is one thing to simply take away but another to give. Wouldn't you agree, James?" He didn't follow at first. Then, even through his jeans, he felt a strange, arousing feeling as she pressed two fingers against some new organs he had just acquired.
James' jaw went slack. He didn't know whether to moan or to scream.
"You all maybe not be able to tell but James has just joined the fairer sex." She stepped away, leaving James truly stunned.
The crowd looked on curiously, eyes trained on his crotch which, through his pants, looked fairly normal.
"Let's not be shy, James." She bent down. Taking a bit of jean in either hand, with one quick motion she ripped them off with unbelievable strength for a woman her size.
The crowd leaned forward, squinted, then an uproarious wave of laughter spread over them all. James felt ashamed but started to blush but nearly lost it when he looked down at himself and, instead of his green boxers, was wearing a lacy pair of undies.
"Seems like James came prepared!" Madame mocked while James tried to tug his shirt down to hide his new found shame.