The two young man flushed and covered themselves with their hands, but did not move.
"Since you were polite and respectful, and because both of you have been honest with me, I think I will give you both what you want." Madame Illusia looked at Matt. "You are tired of being the little brother, being watched over and protected?"
Matt nodded. "Uh, yes ma'm. I know he means well, but I get tired of him playing big brother all the time."
"Very well." She smiled. "So I will make you the big brother."
Matt looked puzzled, then gasped as a ripple went through his body. He got a little taller, much more muscular, and his features and hair changed to be much more like Zeke. His sexual equipment became much more substantial, and a faint mustache dusted his upper lip. Curiously, he still looked younger, perhaps even younger than he had been before. A 15 year-old version of Zeke, instead of an older version of himself. Matt saw his reflection in the stage mirror and stared. "Wow! I like this, but I sure ain't his big brother." Matt didn't notice his own poor English, or the more drawling pattern of his speech.
"Be patient, my young friend." Madame Illusia smiled at Zeke, who was staring at Matt. "You don't want to be the big brother? Now you can be the little brother."
Zeke began to get smaller, his features shifting slightly. For a few seconds, he and Matt were identical twins - every hair a perfect match. But then Zeke continued to get smaller, younger. He passed back through puberty, the impressive sexual equipment dwindling as he was 13, then 12. Matt took a step forward, looking at Madame Illusia. "What are you doing to him?" He sounded concerned for Zeke.
"There was some contention before about the difference in your ages. I am making the distinction very clear."
Zeke stared down at himself as he dropped back to ten, then nine. "I don't want to be a baby!"
"Oh, not a baby." Madame Illusia chuckled. "But not a lot more than one."
"Zeke!" Matt went over to his now 6 year-old stepbrother and picked him up, turning to face Madame Illusia. "Please! This is enough age difference!"
"I agree." She smiled as the now five-year old Zeke became four, and then finally stopped getting younger as a three-year-old being held by a twelve-year-old Matt.
The two boys stared at each other in confusion. Madame Illusia made another gesture, and they were fully clothed again. Matt was dressed as he had been before, clothing downsized to fit his new age. Zeke was now wearing pullups and a stained T-shirt, looking like a normal toddler. Matt looked around the tent in confusion, and then spotted Bull. "Oh! There you are! Ma and Pa sent me lookin' for you! We gotta head back home." Still carrying his adorable little brother, the boy went over to Bull and then tugged the bovine youth out.
"Looks like everyone left happy." Madame Illusia sighed. "I must be getting soft in my old age. Who wants to give me a chance to do something mean and nasty?"