An older gentleman, a little over 40 perhaps, stepped up to the stage. Stephan could now see
he had peppered hair, and despite his flabbiness, was actually quite thin, given his age. The
man came up and stood up with Randy. He had no beard, and was smooth skinned. He
actually looked like a typical high school teacher. And indeed that was what he was, if
Stephan's telepathy was accurate. The man, although not unhandsome, was balding, and
stood a good deal shorter than Randy, who practically towered a good number of inches
above him; Owen came up to his shoulders, barely. He had lighter, firm at the sides, graying
hair. He looked like he enjoyed humor, and knew how to go with the flow of a joke. Although
what he was about to witness was anything but a joke...He wore a plaid shirt, slacks. He was
opposite in many ways from the flashy Randy.
"And you sir...can you tell us your name."
"Owen."
"Well, Owen," said Stephan, "Would you like to tell me a little bit about yourself..."
"Well...I'm a teacher at the local high school...I've taught for several years..." Owen talked a
little more about his life, as the audience looked on, curious as to what was turn this new
trick was going to take. Owen had wrinkles at the side of his eyes, that were not unattractive,
thought Stephan. The older man was a perfect candidate. Neither too ugly nor too good. He
was rather weak, physically speaking.
Stephan thanked Owen for introducing himself and turned back to the audience.
"Here, we have two grown men...opposite in many ways...the mysteries of the soul are
nothing new to the Madame Illusia, and she is very good at recognizing the secret desires
among men. Who among you has never considered the delicious possibility of transforming
your own body?? For the Madame, for whom many things are possible, this wish is
something which she can certainly intercede..."
Randy looked on with a bemused and somewhat condescending look, summing up the uglier,
older looking haggard men in the room. Now, Stephan removed the cage from the stage...and
walked back from it.
"If the gentlemen will be so kind as to approach the front of the stage..."
Randy and Owen walked over and stood side by side. Randy on the right, Owen on the left.
"Now..." began Stephan..."to ensure that you won't recklessly try and run out mid-act..."
A murmur of laughter arose from the audience. Surely just a scare tactic. Stephan's words
though, were not meant in humor.
"A spell of securement..." said Stephan. The Madame Illusia spilled sand in a wide circle
around the two participants. She warbled in her mysterious language, her eyes dark and
appraising the two men. Randy for once looked like he didn't know what was going on, and
Owen arched his eyebrows.
"And now..." said Stephan. "We will perform a trick you shall see in no other part of the world,
and on no widely seen of your popular mediums...the Madame Illusia shall now turn your
bodies into a shape of her choice..."
The woman walked over to the right of both men, and began to wave her arms in fluctuations,
reciting verse after ancient verse. Randy and Owen both in deep curiosity now.
Suddenly something began to shake at the tent flaps...a wind started up and howling...the
audience aghast as something tugged at both men...making them reach for their stomachs,
as if something had just passed by them. Light from the lamps fell on them, illuminating their
faces and muscles very well.
"Ow!" said Owen, bracing his neck suddenly and stooping slightly.
"Hey..what..lady." began Randy as he walked toward Illusia's direction. But Randy walked no
further than the sand barrier, as he smacked into it. "What the! Hey! HEY!" Randy knocked
against the invisible barrier. The wind knocked off Randy's hat and he didn't bother to pick it
up.
In the back, several men tried to get out of the tent. But the same sand had managed to
snake its way across the entire interior of the tent. No matter how hard some of them
immediately tried, they could not get their hands on the tent flaps and exit to run away.
"I think you will all find this an effective deterrant," said Stephan. Your attempts are futile, you
might as well just watch. And now we come to the catch of why you are all here...the
Madame Illusia prides herself on her ability to change men. It is an ancient talent, and she
sometimes does use her command of this rare and beautiful talent for her own financial
benefit. Of course to be convinced a demonstration is of course necessary..."
As he spoke the Madame thrust forth her arms, and a light green glow shot out from her,
separating into two rotating light green spheres, that began to revolve around Randy and
Owen, like two small swirling parts of a celestial body.
"Now...now just wait here," began Owen trying to instill reason "but just what do you intend to
do to us?"
Randy simply looked at Illusia as if she was an alien stepping out from the mother ship.
"What we intend? To make a slight...alteration" said Stephan. "Nothing that will harm you.
You need not worry about that...
The Madame Illusia waved her arms again. The audience, much in shock, and not about to
mess with a woman who was, however she was, that powerful, simply remained where they
were, apprehensively watching.
The green comets stopped rotating around the two men, and in an astonishing sight, plunged
right into each of them, respectively. Randy and Owen both glowed slightly green for a while...like aliens in some sort of cliché science fiction show. The green
glow covered them.
Owen simply shook his head to Randy that he had no idea what was going to happen.
Then, the green glow subsided. The audience looked on. Owen felt another surge of pain, and
fell on his knees. The light played on his balding head. Randy simply started sweating
profusely. Before he looked up at the audience Randy could already tell something odd was
happening. The sand around them, for instance, was now glowing green.
"Aaaaah." Randy felt some sort of clamminess all over his body. It was like his back and front
were both being covered in some sort of heavy metal coating. It felt so...so...heavy. Randy
soon fell to his knees as well.
Owen felt himself feeling itchy and light. His face felt like something was being poured on
it...like a thick cream...the kind he saw women use on their faces... His hair shone over his
bald head...strands now growing over where there once weren't any, and he noticed that as
he ran his hand across his head, looking back at his hand in astonishment.
Randy felt so overpowered. He felt like he was lifting more weights than he possibly could...
he wasn't this strong...he noticed his hands were shaking and his arms...his arms were
thinner than they used to be! And his arm hair was half as short as it used to be! What the
hell???!
Owen grunted a few times. He was now sweating too, and someone suggested he take off his
shirt.. He did so, and noticed right away the change. He was now growing dark chest hair.
The little chest hair he did have was gray, not like the kind that crowded the bottom of
Randy's pecs...wait! Randy's pecs were smaller than before! Randy, moaning, now looked
like he once did several years before...thinner, less of the buff stud that he was...well, Owen
couldn't say now! Owen felt his own chest. There was a fullness there that wasn't there
before. His skin and entire body glowed green as did Randy's. Now, as the green subsided,
Owen noticed that his belt was tightening.
Randy was miserable. He looked up from where he was, still unable to stand up. He felt a
piece of his hair, and horrified, it fell off his head in a slick clump. Panicked, he looked to the
audience. There was nothing they could do.
Owen felt now better, although his heart was pounding and hair now crowded up half-way
across his head. It was darkening, too. The audience looked on. Owen felt his body. There
was certainly more tone to it since he came. He felt like he hadn't in YEARS! His chest was
now bordered by a faint line of dark chest hair. He noticed that for some unknowable,
unexplainable reason, he and Randy now had the exact same tone and definition to their
bodies. Owen stood up. Hell, he might as well enjoy this! He began feeling himself. His skin
was now darker...it was more tan! And Randy's was pale now...they had switched skin tones!
A frustrated Randy was finally let go of the wave of weight that held him down. He felt his
cheeks and they were sweating and hairless. No! he thought. No no no! He clenched his
head, and his fingers were now streaming with hair as he pulled it away from his head.
Owen felt hair suddenly flip out of the folicles as if this was a hair commercial on TV...but it
was real and so much better! The hair swept across his head...still shorter than Randy's once
was. The mirror behind him, on the wall, revealed what he had turned into. Owen now looked
like a twentysomething stud. And his belt was killing him. His pants outstretched. They were
chafing his pants!
Randy stood up. He and Owen looked at each other. Randy had shrunk to Owen's
height...and Owen was now an inch taller! And growing. Owen looked like a cross now of
Randy and himself. Like himself, but younger! And his muscles were growing. It seemed like
every minute or so they swelled slightly bigger than before. Like two weeks at the gym with
every minute...or more!
"We're switching ages...aren't we?" asked Randy.
"It...it looks that way, son," said Owen. "Whoa!" His voice was so much different now! It was
deeper and louder! Randy could only squeek.
Randy tried to keep his pants up. The sides were clumping up along him now. Owen had to
release his belt. His legs streeeeeetched against them. He could feel the fiber. His legs were
like a frikkin lumberjacks now!
Owen felt himself sweating more than ever. He wiped at his hairy arms, his sweat drenched
head, which now extended another inch. He breathed heavily and started punching the
air...vainly trying to exercise. He felt like he was going the speed of a freight train!
Randy was now bald across much of his head. His chest and body were like that when he
was fifteen...only paler. Wrinkles were now making their way across his thin, thin stubble.
Owen he now had to look up to.
Owen and Randy were covered with the green glow one more time.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHH!!!!" screamed Owen, after the green glow was gone. Randy
sounded like he was sobbing.
Owen's guns were now big. Real big. He looked at the reflection in the mirror. He stumbled
and fell on the ground. His heart throbbed and his skin felt great! He had seen a rich dark day
old beard on his cheek before he fell.
He fell past the sand. He struggled to get the slacks off...they didn't fit...he felt like they were
cutting off his circulation. He wriggled out of his pants...now less sweaty than he was before.
He looked at the mirror. His face..his body...he was like Randy in every detail...the same
slightly flat nose...the dark, flat, glistening hair. He looked Italian almost! Wait..he probably
was now!
Randy had to get rid of his pants too. They no longer fit him. His hair was all around him now,
except for the dsrk, short gray sides.
In his own turn, he had seem his skin loosen, his face become smaller..the bones in FRIKKIN
LEGS shrink!!!! He now stood as he did when he was a young teenager. Only about as old as
his dad was. He was now an older man. He could feel it. He could feel the skin and
muscles...his muscles...weakening!
Both men stood in their underwear. Owen was now looking like a goddamn underwear model.
And he knew it. He stood looking at his stud body, in shock. He still felt bad for Randy,
though.
Randy shook out of his jeans, which wasn't hard. Now he knew what he was. He was Owen,
but only in a dark black leather vest. He wasn't fat at least. But he was...old! He had gray
hair!
"Now you see what the Madame Illusia is capable of doing..." said Stephan. "As for you
do...do not fear. What is done can be undone. As a matter of fact it can be done with more
speed as well. But perhaps you'd like to...savor this experience for now. We know for a fact
that each of you has wondered what it would be like to say...become a muscular young
man..." he said motioning to Owen, in his studly near nudity. "Or perhaps what it would be
like to have sex as an older, more submissive man..." he said
"Like role play, only the absolute unequaled!" declared Stephan proudly.
"It's true," said Randy "All my life I've been the big one...I can have anyone I want..." he
stopped short.
"It's alright, we both know," said Stephan. "We find that gay men are usually more apt to
enjoy the delights we offer. And we are able to arrange it so that during these performances it
is only or mostly gay men in attendance."
"Well...I was about to say," continued Randy, "that...I've never known what it's like to just...let
someone do what they want with me...to be so much more...powerful. Not just powerful,
but...the danger that might come with me being smaller, unable to defend myself...it is kind of
a turn on...."
"Then...you don't mind??" said Owen. You don't mind me having your body, son? Owen never
felt happier. It was like all his erotic dreams come true.
"Hell, why the fuck not?" said Randy. I feel like I could take you on...if you're willing to allow
it..."
A broad grin crossed Owen's face. He reached down onto the ground. He was practically
giddy! He shuffled into Randy's tough-man jeans. God, this felt great! He felt like he could
take on the world! Everyone would want him now! He could just walk into a bar and not have
to rely on small talk at all! He could just pick someone! But...he would keep Randy close to
him...if Randy chose to remain this way..."
"How long will..will we remain this way?" asked Owen, fingering the leather vest that Randy
still wore. Randy got the idea and reluctantly took off the vest, and handed it over to an eager
Owen. He shirked it, pulling on it like he was a kid again...not even believing some gift given
to him at Christmas. He rubbed Randy's shoulders comfortingly.
"That is up to you...Madame Illusia can talk to you later about whether you..." he said
motioning to Randy, the old 40-ish gray haired Randy, "want to remain this way or not. But I
assume...that you would like to stay as you are..."
Owen replied enthusiastically. "All my life I've dreamed of being this tall stud. I want people
lookin' up at me when I'm on the street. Oh man..." Meanwhile, Randy pulled on Owen's
stretched out slacks. They fit him easily. He also realized his gut was a little bit more
rounded than he was before. Not fat, but that area was limp. He actually had some love
handles! Small though they were...he was astounded at how turned on he was...how exciting
it all was!
"Now as for you two...the barrier is down and we won't force that upon anyone again...this
was after all, simply a demonstration," continued Stephan. "Now the time has come for
magic! We are not limited to making people's bodies look like each other. We can also make
it so that you switch bodies entirely! The clothing issue won't have to come up, you see..." A
small number of laughs from the audience. "Yes, this was rather dramatic, but we wanted to
make an excellent show for you. To prove our point as it were. We will not harm any of you or
force you do to anything forcefully. We can make any man make any way he dreams...any
age, any shape, any color...who will be next? I imagine there must be any number of people
wanting to step up..."
Owen and Randy stepped off to the side...now dressed in one another's clothes, now placed
in each others bodies...they talked silently as the crowd started talking...the rush of talk filled
the room. A number of people lined up to tell Stephan what they wanted.
"Yes, yes...it is a dream come true...there are no strings, but I must add...any donation you
can make to our cause would...probably intensify the effectiveness of the results you
desire..." said Stephan like the expert marketer he was.
Who will be next and what will happen?? thought so many members of the crowd...