Just after the new mother took his child a young man entered the fair. He felt disgusted at how 'hillbillies'
as he called them could parade their kids naked. Nevertheless he entered since he was looking for his brother.
For you see this young man was non other than Liam Porter, young brother of Timothy. They had agreed to meet
in this county carnival, but having looked all around, the only place left was that tent. He knew his brother
had come, for he saw his convertible parked.
When he entered the laughter had calmed giving the impression that the show was about to start. He didn't want
to take a seat as the assistant told him. "I'm just looking for someone." Liam just said.
"I believe we need another volunteer." said the manager in the middle of the stage.
"He!" pointed Madame at Liam.
Liam was surprised, but quickly denied it. "I'm sorry, I'm just looking for my brother." said as he tried to
leave but the crowd of people pull him onto the stage.
Liam Potter was a young graduate from highschool, he was wearing a salmon pink polo shirt, cargo shorts,
expensive sandals, a hawaiian necklace. Dirty blonde hair in curls, tanned skin and green eyes, he was
somewhat shorter than his average, but more built, he like wearing tight clothing to showcase his muscles, if
he wore a shirt at all.
Liam was a surfer and unlike his ambitious brother, he was ok to sit back and relax sucking on his father
wealth. In fact he was coming from a surfing trip and his drunk friends left him in the motel they're staying,
and his brother was giving him a lift.
But that was before, know he was in the stage of Madame Ilusia.
"Young man, what's your name?" asked Madame.
Liam didn't want to answer, seeing that his brother wasn't there, he wanted to leave. "Liam Porter" he
responded, confused that he replied when he didn't meant to.
The crowd devolved into a sea of whisper and chuckles. Liam was confused, until Madame began speaking.
"Another Porter we see, young Liam here however is not like his brother was... "
"Was?!" thought alarmed Liam.
"Young Liam here was travelling with his pals, who in a drunken stupor left him with only what you see here.
As good people we are she ought to help him."
"That won't be necessary..." said Liam a little afraid.
"He is a man that doesn't believe has it all, but that he should have it all given to him, when in reality he
has nothing. Therefore my dear audience, since he has no real worth an auction would be of poor taste from my
part." an uproar fill the tent, having grown into their particular amusement, but she raised her hand and the
people went silent. "HOWEVER, this young man want everything given, and that's not right, he doesn't truly
have anything also. So my dear audience this young man shall purchase from YOU!"
Now not only Liam was confused but the audience also. "But since he doesn't have anything he will have to
exchange whatever he has now, however little it may be. For example, he has a long journey and we are simple
people that while we might want to help couldn't take him all the way. He would have to walk. Who among here
would trade his worn callous feet to this young man journey?"
"Walk? If you know where my brother is..." started Liam.
"I will!" yelled a retired fisherman who was visiting some relatives.
"Good, now come" said Madame calling the old sea man into stage. "Now, this good fellow is going to give you
his callous, go on give him something, bargain."
"His callous feet! I don't-"
"I know you can't believe his charity, but it would be unpolite to turn him down. Now ask." said Madame.
He wanted to protest but he felt strangely longing for those callous feet, to have the thickness of thousands
of hours of work on his soles. "May I buy your callous feet?" he asked meekly.
"Sure, in exchange give that nice pair of comfy sandals, you won't need them with these kind of feet." As Liam
took of each sandals his feet became covered in a thick callous, his toenails became short, yellow and uneven,
it looked like he had been walking barefoot his whole life. In exchange the sores that quell the old man every
step became healed, his feet as tender and soft as they were in his youth.
"What next?" asked Madame.
A woman stood up and said. "With hair and eyes like that people will know he isn't from here, criminals will
target him instantly, I'll sell him my hair and eyes." said the woman with greasy black brown hair and brown
eyes. "In exchange I want his and his wallet."
"The price seems fair, cheap even." said Madame.
"Deal" said Liam giving him his wallet. As soon as it changed hands his golden curls, straighten up and an
unkeept mop of dark brown hair took their place, and his green eyes dulled down to common brown, the woman had
to have some sight problem, since his vision was blurrier also.
"Hey, are you trying to rip me off kid?" said the woman who had grown in beauty now with blonde hair and green
eyes. "There's only $5 in here!"
"I didn't have enough to go home so..." tried to justify himself Liam, but the woman interrupt him.
"Give me your shirt, it looks expensive."
"But..."
"Come on!" yelled the now blond woman.
Liam complied taking off his shirt for the woman, revealing his sculpted pecs and abs, but revealing also his
pale white skin.
"Boy you are whiter than wonderbread!" said the woman taking his shirt and leaving the stage. For Liam only
took his shirt off indoors or at night, he was odd for a surfer.
"Walking home with such pale skin would be dangerous, he could get sunburned. I'll exchange some of my dark
color skin for that necklace and some muscle tone." said a brown latino woman.
As Liam handed his necklace the woman grew paler, but just enough to get a caramel complexion and the
definiton burned out some of her fat turning her into a latino bimbo. Meanwhile his muscles shrank into a
regular built, all those hours at the gym just faded away, and the already somewhat tanned Liam turned skin
brown. Even a tad darker than the woman originally were.
Now aside from the face features no one could hope to recognize Liam just by looking at him a fact that
certain young man took advantage of.
"Madame Illusia!" called the young man whose father had bought so much from the previous auctions. "I believe
I have come up with a solution for our fellow here." said the young man with the elocuency Liam's brother use
to had.
"Really, lets hear it." said Madame
"Our friend here has a problem getting home, but to me the problem is that his house is too far away, and
let's face it he doesn't look like he would be recognized even if he got there, so with the blessing of my
father, he would rent him my old room, for a monthly fee, if the first payment is his name who will be ceded
to me. Therefore removing all obstacles for him to go home, since the nearby rented room shall be in truth his
only home." said the eloquent young man.
"Your plan is truly without flaw, young man. So Liam do you agree with him, I mean look at him. This handsome,
intelligent, driven and polite young man strike me more as the proper son of the Porter family, than the
barefoot, shirtless, almost wet-back impression that you strike me for. So do you accept the deal?" said
Madame.
"..." Liam deep down understand that if he agree he will be tossing aside his own identity and any chance of
rescue he still has, and for what? A small room in a likely run down house, not even that just the deposit for
said room. But even deeper he had a desire to settle in that room no matter the cost, even one as great as
that one, Liam slowly said. "..I do."
No physical change or otherwise. The young man simply said. "Thank you Mr. O'Brian, you help me, care and
believe in me when no one had, for that I'm forever grateful, and you shall always be in my heart, as my true
father. Please take care of this out of his luck young man, and remember that you have a friend in Liam
Porter. As do you Madame on which I pleas adieu to you." With that the young man who became Liam Porter left
the tent among the applausse of the people.
"That's very touching but we still have the issue of our friend here, who is as about now nameless, with only
those shorts as his only material possession remaining, as such I don't believe he could afford the first
month of rent, no matter how low the cost Mr. O'Brian put it." said Madame. "Our friend here needs a job and a
name."
"I'll sell him a name." said a teen boy.
"Good, now ask him." said Madame to the now unnamed Liam.
"Would you sell me a name?"
"What else is yours to give as a payment?... I don't like hand-me-downs, but those are some sweet slacks. Give
them to me and I'll give you a new name."
"But I'll be naked... I won't have anything left..."
"But you'll have a name, and that's really important."
"Yes... you are right." said ex-Liam undoing his pants, giving away his last possession.
"Your brother's new name is Leroy, you shall be Milton.