Shawn Mayer was walking with his girlfriend Melissa when the laughter from the tent caught their attention.
"It must be an awesome show, let's go." said Melissa.
"It's probably in the middle of the show, I don't want to pay for half-show." protested the muscular jock.
"But it says entrance free. Half show or not, it's free." said Melissa almost dragging the hunk of her
reluctant boyfriend.
They entered just late enough to miss the Old Man taking the former law student away, and only saw Madame
Illusia on stage as the crowd finally started to calm down.
"Were they laughing of the old lady?" wondered the cute Melissa.
"I have seen this act before, the old crone comedian, the whole is based on how old and ugly she is, heh, this
might be funny after all." said the smug teen.
Of course, the new audience wasn't lost on Madame who said. "It appears we have another item for today's
auction, SHAWN MAYER come to stage." commanded while pointing at the couple.
"Shawn, you sly, you wanted to give me a surprise. You stage the whole thing?"
"What, no, I don't know..." just then he realized that despite negating the whole thing he was walking toward
the stage. "What's happening?!"
Finally walking on stage Madame began questioning him. "Shawn, state who you are, how old you are, and who is
the adorable creature who walked in with you."
Shawn wanted to get off, but instead he felt compelled to answer. "I'm Shawn Mayer, quarterback and captain of
the local school team, I'm seventeen years old, and she is my girlfriend, Melissa."
"Yes you are Shawn, you also feel like you are a gift from the heavens to the world to everyone around you,
don't you. No wonder, in these days letting a kid have all that praise just because of how well one can throw
a football is scandalous, it doesn't help the fact that your parents are loaded does it. Well Mr. Mayer, if
you really feel like a gift to the world, offer yourself to the world. Your every possession is going to be
auctioned now!" declared Madame.
"What the fuck is this old bitch talking about?!" yelled in anger the jock, of course everything she said was
truth.
"Such a temper, let's see where to begin?" said Madame.
"I offer $5 for that sport jacket, is suddenly chilly here." said a man near the front row.
"$5?! It cost me like $90, and is not for sale!" yelled the jock back.
"Everything is on sale, go on give your jacket to the young man." said Madame, and Shawn feel forced to
discard his precious jacket in favor of the man who bought it.
However, upon handing his jacket the man added. "You know what, I want those bitchin shoes too, and the socks,
you are going to ruin them on this floor without shoes anyway, I'll throw another five."
"SOLD!" declared Madame, Shawn hadn't time to protest even. He just took his shoes and socks off, and handed
them over, when he did he saw Melissa, looking dumbfounded of his behaviour and saw a man approach her and
speak with her, before returning to the stage barefoot, the dirt floor soiling his feet.
"Now what shall this young man sell?" said Madame.
"T-shirt and Jeans for 10 bucks!" yelled a familiar voice, and indeed it was Melissa holding a ten happily on
hand.
Shawn didn't need to be compelled, he ran of his own accord to meet his girlfriend. "Melissa, what are you
doing?!"
"You don't have to hide it. Stephen here explained me you organized this for charity, you are so sweet.
Stripping for charity." she handed over the ten as Shawn was compelled to strip down to his boxers in front of
the whole crowd, revealing his well toned six pack, hairy chest and impeccable tanned skin. He returned to the
center in just his skivvies hoping that now that he was just in that they left him off.
"I'm sure Shawn here is hoping that we are done, but far from it. This buff young man has a lot to offer to,
unlike our previous item, he is not that smart or determinated to begin with but he still has a lot to offer.
A young kinda nerdy guy held his hand up. "Yes young man?" asked Madame. "Madame, if it's possible I'll offer
$50 for his testosterone and flawless dermis, please."
"What the hell? How's he even?" thought Shawn before Madame declared it sold.
"Sold. His Manliness and Skin to this Shawn began to feel tingly all over, he saw the hair of his chest and
arms became lighter, until it disappeared, next his overall tan began to fade and become uneven, till he was
sporting a t-shirt worth of pale skin, he fell his face, felling a few pimples on his otherwise flawless face,
and the freckles that appeared, but he couldn't feel those of course. In lieu of the most drastic effects he
didn't notice that his muscles lost some definition, he was over fit still. On the other hand the nerdy teen
who bought his manliness and skin, stood, unbuttoning his shirt letting his new crop of chest hair breathe for
the first time, no trace of his pale complexion. The boy turned from merely nice to good looking in no time.
By now Melissa saw that something was definitely off, about this show, and Shawn saw her realization. "Baby,
quickly I have a couple hundred in my wallet, buy me back, PLEASE!" pleaded Shawn, understanding the situation
Melissa began to peruse his clothes in search for the wallet.
"Oh, the girlfriend..." said Madame. "What a cute girl, I believe you can do better, in fact I know you can,
but you are so attach to him, so who's going to buy his relationship with her?" said Madame.
"What?!" yelled the couple in protest, but the offers began to arise. Enough to stun Melissa into stopping
looking for the money. Until...
"$500, and a promise that I'll be the most considerate and loving boyfriend you ever had." said the young man
who bought Shawn's manliness.
"Sold!" said Madame, suddenly something changed in Melissa just as she retrieved the wallet, she walked toward
the man. "Hi honey, do you like what I bought for you?" said she as she kissed the young man.
Shawn's eyes filled with tears, she was his only hope. He was so immerse that didn't see the man walking into
the stage and handing a five to pantsed the former jock and buy his boxers off. The tent exploded in an uproar
of laughter as it came to view that inside the boxers a baby dick was hiding. "What? what happened to my 6
incher?" and then he remember who had stole it, and who would probably would use it to bang his girlfriend
from then on.
He tried to cover, but Madame said. "Don't cover, you are just like a child, no need for modesty, not for that
tiny thing." the crowd just erupted in an encore of laughter. Retrieving some composure, the man who had
bought Timothy intelligence for his son said: "The young boy there, is so small he doesn't deserve those well
tone muscles, I want to buy them for my son too." Shawn deflated turning into a scrawny mock of what he used
to be.
"He is still crying" yelled someone from the crowd.
"Not so big man anymore."
"No he doesn't deserve to be a man." yelled a trio of young teenagers. "If he wants to be a child let it, we
each want to buy three of his years, we are going to go partying tonight!"
Shawn felt his tears flow more freely and everything around him grow bigger, but really he was the one growing
smaller, the pimples fade away, but now his whole body matched his dick. Now he was angered and confused, and
began bawling like the eight year old he was.
"Now what to do with him?" asked Madame, but a large woman from the multitude spoke up. "If it's the same to
you I'll want to buy the boy to be my son, I'll even buy off two more of his years. So social service gives me
a check for my "new" son."
"SOLD!" declared Madame, as Shawn Mayer, grew littler ever till he was a five year old. The large woman came
and grab the naked child taking him away. "I hope your new brothers aren't to hard on you, but who am I
kidding? A scrawny kid like you will be bullied by them." said the woman, his new mother as he took him away
from his life. He had a girlfriend, awesome parents and a pending football scholarship. Now he will be lucky
if social services caught up with his situation before long.