Madame Illusia turned and walked to Sheldon, "Well we are Mr Smarty Pants are we?"
"WE are smart enough to realize that what you are doing to these people here is unlawful and at the very least immoral. How much longer do you think you are going to beable to continue messing with people like this, before someone puts an end to your madness." Sheldon said.
Well, well, well, let's all see how far your education takes you in life Mr Reese, when I drop your IQ about 100 points." With a wave of the Madame's hand above Sheldon's head, his IQ dropped from a 120 classified as Superior Intelligence to 20 classified as Severe Mental Retardation. As the change quickly swept through Sheldon's mind it became instantly evident in his face as his crisp alert look suddenly became dull and distant.
Now as drool began to drip from the corner of Sheldons mouth, the Madame asked him how he was feeling.
Sheldon continued to stare blankly at his feet as he said "Duhh... I's hungry... I's wike cheeseboogers... Fwowers are pretty too... two two, two, four, seven, seven."
"Ahh. OK I think we've accomplished what we've set out to do today for this boy... now who's next?" Queried the Madame. But before she could choose her next victim, Sheldon announced loudly what he had just accomplished.
"Poopie! Poopie! I make a Poopie!" As both the crowd and his friends watched, Sheldon grunted and pushed as a bulge formed in the seat of his pants and slowly oozed down his right leg.
"It looks like we have to take care of one more thing before we move on." said the Madame, and with another wave of her hand, the bulge in Sheldons pants began to take on a new form as the seat and the crotch swelled outward to form the obvious outline of an large adult diaper. Now with Sheldon's latest accomplishment safely and neatly concealed away from public view, the Madame was ready to continue with the rest of the men on the stage before her.