James wanted to run away but his legs were too busy with their own problems to listen. Hips widening, ass shaping up, feet getting smaller; the crowd didn't notice, too taken with laughter, but James did. His shirt wasn't long enough to hide all of that.
"Oh James, trust me, you will make the most wonderful girl." The Madame knew how to both taunt her victim and milk the crowd for all it was worth. "But as I recall," she came around behind him, "I wasn't supposed to just change your sex." Her hands slid down his sides. "But to make some," around his new ass, "other changes." She cupped his butt, making him tense up.
Her hands traced his new proportions all the way to the tip of his spine where, with a simple prick, something new was happening.
"Turn for the lovely people, hun." He turned, again, not so much his will as her's. "Look what we have here."
She was bent down now, at waist level, as a little squirm of something pink was growing from his tailbone. James tried to look but but it was too small to see. The men in the audience got up, some approaching the stage, to see it. Soon even those in the back could see and the whip of flesh and bone started to curl and twist until finally falling limp behind him at nearly three feet long.
"Now that doesn't look all that impressive." Madame pouted. An idea came to her mind, or at least she acted as if it was inspiration, and she grabbed James' new tail. Like light a fuse she tapped the tip of it and it bloomed out in all its stripped glory. "Truly now we're seeing out raccoon lady take shape!"
They all clapped, even shouted for more, as James felt less in control by the moment.
"Don't worry, my lovelies, there is more to come." With a snap of her fingers, James turned again to face her. She was still kneeling down, face right above his waist.
She lifted his shirt, showing off the pink panties again. "Below the waist he is quite the looker, aye boys?" Some of the men, still seated, were already well aware of this and kept folding papers on their laps.
"I think its time the top match the bottom though." James started to really breath heavily now.
Lifting his shirt a bit more, she placed her lips at his belly button and, with a deep breath, blew into it. Immediately his nipples went hard and with each successive blow they pressed against his shirt harder as the flesh beneath grew out. Now, obviously, Madame's breathing was not actually inflating James' new breasts, that would be silly, as it was just her magic weaving its way. She was, however, a fantastic showmen and the spectacle always won out in her mind.
James peered down and saw something he never thought he would see. His own cleavage rapidly expanding. His darkened areola just made it worse for him as his white t-shirt didn't stop oggling eyes undressing him further than he already was. Finally, mercifully, at a 38DD, the Madame stood up and looked James in the eye. Her gaze was piercing.
"Please, stop." James whimpered. She loved it when they want her to stop.
She wrapped her arms around him and sunk her nails into the back of his shirt. Meanwhile, James' arms thinner and fingers became more dainty.
"I've just begun with you." Her lips didn't appear to move and only James heard it in his head.
With all the grandeur of a magicians great reveal, she tore away James' shirt and spun to reveal him. Instead of a pair of exposed breasts, however, he now had on a matching pink lace bra that only barely left anything to the imagination. The bouncing weight from his chest was unsettling, to say the least.