Jennifer watched as the cute emo boy Damian Lettman and the hot jock Steve ‘the Stud’ Farber climbed up on stage and took their positions.
“Now what to do with you two?” asked Fred, “Hmm. But first introduce yourselves?”
“D-Damian.”
“I’m The Stud.”
“My that is an unsual name, but it gives me an idea,” Fred grinned. Turning to the audience he winked and said “But I won’t spoil it for you guys, just watch and see.” He started his chanting and waving and soon the two boys too had fallen into vacant states. Waiting with bated breath, the audience watched as Steve lumbered zombie like to stand behind Damian and bow down, wrapping his arms around the emo boy’s waist. As one the two turned to stand side on to the audience to give them a better view as Steve’s head started merging into the base of Damian’s spine.
The audience gasped in shock, not expecting that even after Sora’s transformation. As they watched, Damian’s jeans and Steve’s clothes merged into one and took an a furry quality while their shoes turned hard and rounded. A sense of awe rippled through the audience as they realised the two boys were rapidly becoming a single centaur. A well hung centaur Jennifer couldn’t help notice with a flush coming to his cheeks.
The magician’s chanting wound down as the changes finished and the centaur boy turned to face the audience. With a flourish Fred snapped his fingers in front of the centaur’s face, bringing him out of the vacant state.
“What is your name?”
“Dameve ‘the Stallion’ Farman.” The centaur boy cocked his head confused by the question. From his point of view he’d only just been asked that.
“And your social circle?”
“Emo,” snorted Dameve, as if that should be obvious. He flicked his head to flick his fringe out of his eye to emphasise the point.
“Thank you, you may return to your seat. As for the rest of you, I think it’s about time for an interval.” Fred bowed low and stepped back as the stage curtains closed.
