"You, in the back." She pointed, many sat down sadly, until one was left standing. "Come up here." She beckoned.
His name was Tim and, prior to the change, didn't look to dissimilar from James. A bit more nebbish and trying to hide a boner, but other than that just like James when he came to the stage.
"And what's your name?" The Madame asked.
Tim looked down at James, curled into a ball.
"Tim." He said with little confidence.
"Well Tim, would you like to have a go with her?" Again, Tim looked down at James who was now looking up at him. Tim didn't want to lie, James was definitely up his alley, but his heart was too meek to say it.
"I... I..."
"It was a joke." She smiled. "I know you want to." She grabbed the tent in his pants. He hadn't been treated that roughly down there before. The crowd jeered.
"I do." A smile, at last.
"Well then, have it him." Madame covered her mouth. "Sorry, I meant her." Tim looked nervous but he was eager. The heat of the moment was giving more confidence and he gradually approached James.
For his part, James was certainly frightened. Even if the bulge in Tim's pants wasn't exactly massive, anything was more than James ever wanted to have in him. His body may have been female and he were to speak it would be a girl's voice but his mind was still that of a mans. He thought of lashing out, trying to escape, but the Madame was keenly aware of such things.
As Tim began to undo his belt, Madame walked over to James. She motioned to someone off stage who rolled a barrel to stage right before exiting discreetly.
"Come on, my girl." Madame seemed to taunt James. "Get up so you and your new friend can get better acquainted."
The same oddness that compelled James to stand when it all began made him stand and present himself fully. Standing 5'5", furry toe to nearly the top of his white haired head, James was a fine specimen. Bountiful chest, shapely hips and pouting face, the snap of camera shutters was all around him.
Tim's pants fell to his ankles with his tighty-whites straining. He had secretly always wanted a girl, fur and all, like James before.
"Present yourself to your new suitor, my girl." His body's movements were not his own. James walked over to the barrel and bent over. Legs spread, he still had control of his head. His emotions too. He was angry, frustrated and scared. Tim tugged his underwear down and all four inches of him drew shaking heads from the crowd. The Madame, every respectful of patrons, quickly made sure Tim's attention was on the task at hand and not the crowd.
"Come, my boy. Become a man." She stepped back and allowed a clear shot from where Tim was to James' untouched folds.
Tim was slow to start. Stepping out of his pants, shoes still on, he was nervous and excited all at once.
He was almost there, now. He tried to not cum too early as his body was primed to do so. Just as he put his hands on James' squishy, furry posterior, James looked back.
"Please." His eyes were big, moist with tears. "Don't."