"And who the hell are you, anyway? Are you in change here?" Bethany felt at the very least like she might finally get somewhere with this guy. If he was in charge, he'd be able to make things happen.
"Well, yes. In a way. I commissioned all these transformations. For my circus," he perked up with pride at that.
"So what are you waiting for? Change me into something. A horse, a zebra, a tiger, something. Anything."
"It... Doesn't work like that. I'm not... Not..." He trailed off, taking his top hat off as he glanced aside in confusion. "You... You smell quite appealing all of a sudden, malady."
"Don't change the subject! You're not what?" Why was he going on about how nice she smelled? He had to get her transformed! That was all she wanted.
"Oh, my," he said, glancing down at his hands which seemed to swell within the white gloves he wore.
"Are you kidding me? Creepy ringmaster guy is changing and I'm not?! This is so unfair!"
"I see now..." He said, looking over to her. "I shall lead this circus as one of you... And you are to be my queen!"
"Huh?" She asked, bewildered, before a surging feeling in her backside caught her attention. She grinned a toothy smile. Finally, it was happening.