"On your knees, girl." She commanded of James. The girl bit at the end was particularly hurtful. Try as he might to resist, James went to his knees and the crowd, already more than impressed, lost their minds. One man in front even grabbed the large tent in his pants and shook it at James. He wished he was 500 miles away right now.
"Now I'm sorry to say that James is going to need a new driver's license picture by the end of all this." She took a bit of his hair, short and brown, and started to stroke it. As she did it began to length and thicken. Worse still, the light brown began to charge to a grey and then out to almost a white. Bangs grew down in front of forehead.
"Such a pretty thing. Oop!" She said as her hand brushed into his ear. No sooner than a devious grin grew across her face then his ears began to migrate up his head and gain a distinctly pointed look. "Well we still need to get you ready." She continued to stroke his hair, now stretching down to his back.
"Ready for what?" He could finally speak but the words were shaky, and, to be honest, had the air of a girl's about it.
"Why, didn't you know?" Whiskers began to poke out of cheeks near his slightly darker nose. "One of these fine gentlemen in front of you is going to pop your lovely little cherry."
With that the crowd erupted. Whether they minded the raccoon tail, ears or other slowly altering bits, James was now a very attractive girl- save some quickly diminishing male facial features- and not one was not packing a few inches of wood.
"But I'm a man." James squeaked. The crowd couldn't hear it. "I'm a man!" He said louder, like a woman of pride.
"A man?" Madame chided. "A man you say? What do we think, boys?" She goaded the crowd on. They laughed and pointed and made their jokes. The crowd was wrapped around her finger and James could hardly believe it was happening to him.
"Would a man," Madam started, hands moving to the clasp of James' bra, "have these?" The bra was ripped away and orbs jiggled free.
James tried to cover them up but only lost his balance, leaning back on the Madame. Not only that, but he was not aware how big they were or how small his hands were. They were hardly a match for the newly minted mammaries. Some in the crowd snapped photos with their phones while others already had a hand down their pants.
"Or would a man," she reach down further and grabbed the lace around his waist. James fell back, still preoccupied with hiding his chest's shame, and his legs spread wide. "have one of these?" Another familiar tear and his new lady bits were out for the crowd to see.
They nearly lost it then. Pandemonium was almost unleashed. One man, restrained by his fellow audience members, was almost up on the stage. The sight of the femmed up James had him licking the air and looking like a mad dog.
James stared up at the ceiling, tears coming from his eyes, and wondered why this was all happening to him. Soon, though, his sight was obscured by the menace named Madame Illusia.
"Almost there, babe." She was right, almost.