(Apologies in advance for my poor Spanish)
One of the men in the audience said "He doesn't look like he appreciates the life he has. How about giving him a fresh start with a new perspective? Make him a Mexican boy, an immigrant who will have to struggle and work hard for everything."
James frowned. "No way! I like be American! Half those Greaseballs don't even speak decent English!"
Madame Illusia raised an eyebrow. "That's probably because they did not get the opportunity to learn. Tell me, James. How good is your Spanish?"
"I don't speak Spanish!" James scowled. "And I gotta keep pressing buttons on machines because we got too many people here who do speak Spanish!"
"Let's see if we can give you a crash course." Madame Illusia smiled and reached out to touch James' forehead. "Say something for me in Spanish."
James frowned "Habla Ingles!"
"Ah, but I am speaking English. Perhaps you no longer understand it?" Madame Illusia chuckled and tousled the man's hair, which darkened and began to get longer in the center.
The man shouted "Habla Ingles!"
The audience laughed at first, then fell silent as the man became shorter and thinner, his skin darkening. Years fell away as his features shifted, becoming both younger and obviously Latino. His clothing also changed, becoming more worn and shrinking to fit his smaller body.
"And the schooling you have done nothing with, and your meager job skills? Let us remove them as well." She tousled James' hair again, which was now a curly Mohawk. The boy blinked in confusion.
"¡No! No soy mexicano!" James looked and sounded about 15 now, his body still shrinking. He was nice looking, though very different than he had been before. "No se puede hacer esto a mí ! Tengo un trabajo! "
"A job?" Madame Illusia laughed. "You do have a job. Just not the one you used to have."
James' clothing got dirtier and more worn, his hands darkened with grime, his face and hair dusty. He was a boy now, probably ten years old. He stared at himself in confusion and growing fear. "Qué me has hecho?"
"What have I done to you?" Madame Illusia smiled. "I have made you..."