"Mr Jenson, masculine homophobe" Madame Illusia quipped,
Bill could only stand there self confidently but with a hint of trepidation in his eyes. With a grunt he just shrugged. "Do your worst Bitch."
"Silence! I think we have just the thing for you." The Madame decided.
She circled the man several times with her hand on her chin still thinking about how to best humiliate this man while at the same time putting him in his place and knocking him down a few pegs. Finally she stopped in front of him and laid her hands on his neck. As she did this his masculine vocal cords were raised several octaves to provide him with a new higher more feminine voice, still unnoticed to either himself, his friends on stage or the crowd waiting with anticipation.
Then she began to circle the man again, as she continued formulating her plan. The next time she stopped, she pried her hand into his mouth and massaged Bills tongue, very briefly, but long enough to leave him with a pronounced lisp.
She began circling the man again and as she did she flicked her fingers at him and his clothes began to disintegrate before everyones eyes. She left his solid barrel of a body wearing only his plaid boxers. Next she slid her fingers all over his chest arms and legs both leaving him devoid of all body hair, and slimming him down about 60 pounds taking his previous weight of 220 down to a trim and toned 160. His boxers were now beginning to sag a bit, so, as she grabbed the waist and began tugging them up on him, they started to tighten and change to a bright red color. The smooth trim man now stood on stage wearing a bright red speedo.
Bill began to stare down at himself with a combination of fastination and horror.
The Madame wasn't finished now that she had his whole body asccessible and visible she placed her two hands on his chest over Bills nipples, and when she removed them, his tits had quadrupled in size. Bill now had the fat tits of a large breasted woman with dollar sized areolas and tits themselves that hung out at least an inch away from his chest. She waved her hand about his body once again and a bright pink skintight satin shirt is what materialized clearly showing Bills freaklike tits for all the world to see. Then white lycra daisy duke shorts followed. Then Madam again paused in contemplation and admiration of her work, but she still had a few more ideas she wanted to formulate.
Seeing the modest yet flaccid bulge now evident in Bills new attire, the Madame was trying to decide if she should make him more obviously endowed or more obviously lacking, since she was demasculating this specimen she opted for the latter, so as she gently cupped Bills package in her left hand, his 7 inch endowment began to deflate... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... Bill's new equipment was now the size of a 6 year old boy, and with about the same function, as he would never again be able to gain an erection.
Finally the Madame moved back to Bills face. She decided he still wasn't pretty enough, so with a few more placements of her fingers, Bill sported a light blush, added red lip coloring, eyeliner, and shadow.... all permanently applied.
Satisfied, she told Bill that he may now speak.
"Oh my gawd! What have you done to me you witch" Bill whined, shocked at his new lispy soprano voice.
"You will remain straight, Billie my dear, but unfortunetly nobody will ever see you that way again. Good luck trying to get laid now with your new effeminate appearance and mannerisms, and with that childs tool you now sport, I don't imagine even a gay guy will have much use for you."
"Like, I can't believe you turned me into a fem freak, what ever am I going to do?" was all the new Billie could pout.
The crowd roared in laughter, and the remaining men on stage looked about ready to cry.
"Ok, who's next?" the Madame said as she surveyed the rest of the men on the stage...