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The Show Must Go On by Sarah Miller Chapter 1 "And now, can I have a volunteer from the audience," shouted Franco The Magnificent. "I need a volunteer to come up and be my assistant for this show. You, in the red shirt, come on up!" I had raised my hand and waved it around, just like a number of other people in the audience. But I was chosen because I worked for Franco The Magnificent, a part time magician who liked to give shows in nursing homes, orphanages, and other places where he could spread a little enjoyment. Well, saying I worked for him wasn't quite right. We are actually both engineers, and good friends, and I help him out at a lot of these shows. As did Lisa, the required female assistant, who was at that moment hiding in a box on the stage. I walked up and shook his hand like we'd never met before. "And you are?" he asked. "Mark. What do I get to do? You gonna saw me in half?" "Well, Mark, we might try that. You seem eager to help. Just step right over here in this box, and we'll do our first trick. You don't need to do anything, just relax until I tell you to do something." I stepped into the box as he opened the door. When he closed it, I started to spin the false back. I was supposed to trade places with Lisa as Franco explained that his pretty assistant was home with a cold, and he really wanted a pretty woman as an assistant. So, the volunteer, me, would become one. Lisa was supposed to be on the other side of the partition, and we would just trade places. Only problem was, I couldn't get this thing to spin tonight. I was pushing at the proper place as hard as I could, and was beginning to panic as I heard him winding up his speal. "So now, Mark becomes Mary, my NEW assistant, he pronounced, and I heard the tap of his magic wand' on the box. The flash and smoke went off under the box, and I was still in the wrong place. But I felt a searing hot flash emanating from the pendant he'd given me before the show. The one he said Lisa wanted me to wear. And why did he call Lisa Mary'? And suddenly I _was_ Mary. I had breasts, long blonde hair, and was wearing a silver sequined magician's assistant outfit. I was slightly dizzy, and absolutely stunned. What had happened here! I was turning around as the door opened. "Ta da! Presenting Mary, my new assistant. Come on out, Mary." Still too stunned to react, I just did what he said. As I walked over to him, he whispered that he'd explain later. The audience was going wild - I guess my reaction seemed all to real - so he just said to do Lisa's part. I was recovering now, and decided to go with the flow. I was very familiar with the show, as I always watched from backstage, so I performed Lisa's role. I was very self- conscious prancing around in that skimpy outfit, especially since my job was basically to distract the audience while the slights of hand were going on. But I did OK. I brought him all his props as he needed them, and got sawn in half. And finally the show was over, and I stepped back into the box. Franco went through his closing speach, and tapped the wand on the box. That set off the other flash and smoke. But amazingly enough, I was back to my old self again, after experiencing a brief flash of pain. I walked back to my seat to tremendous applause. The audience was only around 100 people, a lot of retirees and some family members, but they had really enjoyed it. No one had caught on that I was by myself. I was glad they liked it. I wasn't sure I did. After everyone left, I walked backstage and just stared at Franco as he packed his props. He finally noticed I was there and turned very apologetic. "Look, man, I'm sorry I didn't warn you. I didn't think you'd believe it anyway." "What the hell happened, and where is Lisa,? "She left. Her grandmother died. She left this morning, to some small town up in the Carpathian Mountains. You remember she has a lot of family in Eastern Europe, she claims they have some sort of powers. She gave me that pendant for you to wear. She told me how to set up the change in case I couldn't find a replacement. And I couldn't with only 12 hours notice. I was actually as surprised as you when it actually worked. I had a routine all worked out for when Mark crawled back out of the box. But it did work. How did you like it? Bet you never thought you'd be a woman!" "Yeah, that's about the last thing I expected. Once I got over the initial shock, it was kind of fun. I got a kick out of watching some of those old goats drool, wondering what they'd think if they knew what really happened. But I'm glad to be back to myself. I'm not sure I want to go through that again. When's Lisa coming back?" "She said it might be several months. She still has a lot of family spread out in those mountains. She showed me a few pictures once. Spooky is putting it politely. They don't call themselves witches, but claim to have some powers. Guess they do. Guess we need to start looking for a temp. I've got another show tomorrow night, two next weekend, and two or three a week for the next four months." We finished packing and hauled everything out to his van. I told him I'd be in the audience for him tomorrow night, and we both went home. **** "And now, my newest assistant, Mary! Give her a hand!" And once again, Mary crawled out of the box. Needless to say, we couldn't find anyone to fill in for Lisa. A couple of coworkers offered to fill in at various times over the next few weeks, but tonight was too short notice. So once again I pranced about and got sawn in half. This audience was mostly children, so at least I didn't get the leers. I was glad they weren't teens. I was well built in this body. Not quite bimbo proportions at least, but I could feel a lot of weight trying to bounce around. And I was beginning to get the hang of the high heels. I was starting to enjoy this toward the end of the show, and that scared the hell out of me. But at long last I went back inside and came out as myself, to a lot of awed little faces. We packed up the van and headed out for a beer. After we ordered, Franco looked at me kind of funny. I raised one eyebrow, which he finds annoying because he can't do it, and he answered the unspoken question. "Did you color your hair or something? You look a little different." "No, Franco, I did not color my hair. In spite of the previous few hours, I am not a woman, and as far as I am concerned, that means no hair coloring." He peered a little closer. "Yeah, but it is different. It's lighter." I excused myself and went to the men's room. Looking closely in the mirror I got a shock. My hair is, or was, very dark. Now it was a light brown. And my skin seemed to be a little smoother than it should have been. This shook me up. Did I not get completely changed back? I went back and confronted Franco. "Sorry, man," he said. "Lisa said there might be some residual effects for a while, and not to do this too often or too close together. I guess two nights in a row is too much. But you oughta be back to normal in the morning." I certainly hoped so. He dropped me off at my empty house on his way home. Like him, I was divorced. My ex-wife is an artist, and quite flighty. She was fun when we first met, and for a few years of marriage. But I was an engineer at heart, more practical than spontaneous, and we drifted apart. We are still on friendly terms, but I'm glad she's not here now. Although I have a feeling she'd enjoy seeing me go through this. A close examiantion when I got up the next morning showed I'd returned all the way back. I was greatly relieved. Now I wouldn't have to refuse any more fill-ins for Lisa. Chapter 2 A month later I'd filled in five more times. Careful to never do this two nights in a row, I didn't experience any more noticeable residual effects. I didn't mind. I was actually enjoying my time as a woman, and Franco knew it. So he made sure I got at least one gig a week. But he finally found a reliable replacement for Lisa, so this would be my last show as the female assistant. I was feeling a bit sad until I stepped out of the box and saw Gina, my ex- wife, in the front row. It had to be Franco. One last joke, it had to be. The tap came, the flash and smoke went off, and I stepped back out as myself. I took my seat amid the applause, and the lights went up. As we began packing, Gina came backstage. "Wow, Mark, you make a great woman," she sort of giggled. "I didn't know you were into that sort of thing. Franco told me all about how you enjoy filling in for Lisa. If I'd known, maybe we wouldn't have split. We could've had some real fun" "Come on, Gina," I replied. "I was just helping out. Franco found a replacement, and I don't have to do this anymore." "But did you like it? Was being a girl fun?" "Ok, I'll admit it. I had some fun. Does that make you happy?" This conversation was going the wrong direction. I was going to ream Franco for telling her. It was the kind of thing she liked to pick up and push until it was no fun anymore. This kind of behavior played a large part in our separation in the first place. "Yes, it does. It shows you do have a fun side. And I'm going to bring it out some more." Then she just stopped talking. There should have been more, but I was used to her stopping a conversation like that. After a moment I turned around and resumed packing a case. That was a big mistake. Hearing her call my name, I turned around, and saw she had Franco's wand. She raised it as he yelled out a huge "Noooo", but that wasn't going to stop her. Things happened in slow motion. I couldn't react. She tapped my chest with the wand. Unfortunately I was still wearing the pendant, and felt the searing flash of heat, and I was standing there wearing the skimpy assistant's outfit, back as Mary. I was shocked. I didn't know what kind of effects this would leave. "What the hell are you doing!" I yelled as she backed up. It was not as commanding as I'd hoped - my voice had changed as well. "It's too dangerous to do this this close together." "I don't see you falling down dead," she replied caustically. "Although you are a knockout." "You're going to leave me with some residual effects that will take a day or two to get rid of. Change me back right now!" "No. It's Friday night. Spend the weekend as a woman, and I'll let you change back Sunday night if you still want to." "No way. You'll change me back now. No telling what I'll look like Monday morning if you don't." Franco had taken advantage of this exchange to sneak up behind her and grab the wand. He tapped my chest. Nothing happened. He tapped it again. Nothing. Shit. It looked like only the person who originally changed things could undo the changes. And she was not going to. Flighty. And headstrong. Right now I hated her. "I have some clothes in the car," she finally said. "I'll get them." She walked out, carrying the wand. I also hated Franco right now. This was his fault, inviting her here, and telling her about this. Luckily, although she didn't care at all about any long term effects, she still intended for me to have fun with her this weekend, and she returned with a box of clothes. I chased Franco out of the room, and stripped. Gina had brought matching panties and bra, which I put on with some difficulty. Then came pantyhose and a sleeveless blue dress. Sandals with 2 inch heels and a matching purse completed the outfit. I would have preferred jeans, but at least she hadn't picked out something overly sexy. After the sequins I could handle this. We went to the ladie's room, where she applied some light makeup as I watched in the mirror. I'd never really seen how I looked before, as I was on stage the whole time I was transformed. I was suitably impressed. Our first stop was a bar. It was actually a yuppie hangout. We both had a glass of white wine (what else would you expect in this kind of place), which left me with an unaccustomed buzz. This body was a lot smaller, and had less tolerance for alcohol. I fought off several advances, which amused Gina to no end. To my relief, we didn't stay long. But the relief was short lived. We hit a number of bars before finally heading to her house. It was a nice place, secluded, with tremendous views. It was way out in the country. She threw me a baby doll nightgown and told me to get some sleep. Not a problem. I was quite drunk. I got the nightgown on and fell into the guest bed, and was out in nothing flat. I woke up with a tremendous hangover and a huge amount of confusion. It took me a few moments to realize why I felt weird, and Gina's manipulations all came back. It made my headache even worse. But an hour later, after a shower and numerous asperins, I was feeling better. The shower was interesting. It was the first chance to explore my new body, and that was a highly unique experience. I was startled to discover that I enjoyed the experience. I dried off and threw on a robe. A few minutes later I was sitting at her kitchen table eating breakfast. She served up a couple of waffles and a grapefruit. Her fresh ground coffee was superb. I did miss her cooking, although the fact that I was now a woman sitting here in a robe removed most of the wistfullness. We ate in silence. "You're not happy," she remarked. That was quite an understatement. "What do you expect? You were extremely thoughtless. Even after we told you there would be after effects, you refused to turn me back. Look, the first two times I did this were a full 24 hours apart. And I was only in this form for a couple of hours each time. But the second night left me with some residual changes overnight. Now you come along and do this. I was only myself for a few minutes, and I've been like this far longer than usual. And you don't seem to be inclined to change me back anytime soon. I don't know what the long term effects will be. It was just stupid and irresponsible." "Well, I'm sorry. You always were the responsible one. I'm impulsive, I know. I just wanted to see what you would do, and I honestly thought that this would loosen you up some. You are far too serious. And I still think it will. If there are going to be side effects, then a bit longer won't hurt. You are stuck this way for now. We're going to have some fun today. Get dressed." I knew getting her mad would only delay my return, so I went upstairs and complied. Once again I was surprised by her choice in my clothing. Lying on the bed were bra and panties, panyhose, a pair of dark grey slacks, and a powder blue blouse. I put them all on, then slipped on the sandals with only a one inch heel. I pulled my hair back and slipped a band around it to form a ponytail. Then I set about trying to apply some makeup. I thought I'd done fairly well, but Gina appeared as I was finishing and cleaned it off. She gently guided another effort, and I have to admit, it looked better. She handed me a purse and merely said, "Let's go!" We went out to her car. She chided me for the distinctly unladylike manner in which I got into the car. Even though I as wearing pants, I agreed that I should at least try to act more feminine. At this point I had to ask where we were going so I could have all this fun. The answer was "Shopping!" We were headed to the mall. By the end of the day I was exhausted. Even in sensible shoes my feet hurt. I was relieved that we didn't buy much. That told me she wasn't planning on this being a long term arrangement. But I tried on every concievable type of clothes - dresses, skirts, tops, shoes, lengerie, even bikinis (after all, it was the middle of winter - time for summer fashions). And I was now wearing a dress. When we went out to the car, my legs nearly froze off. But the really amazing thing was, after a while I was enjoying it. I was enjoying Gina's company as a friend, and I was trying hard not to enjoy the glances I was getting from men. We ate dinner at an Italian place not too far from Gina's house. The food was great, and we continued a pleasant conversation about pretty much nothing. It was just one more familiar activity experienced from a slightly different perspective. The part I was almost afraid of came as we prepared for bed. Gina grabbed me and planted a huge wet kiss. It took me by surprise and I responded from habit before I realized we were now both women. I started to pull back, but one of her hands began to roam, and I was pretty much overcome by the pleasure and curiosity. This was a once in a lifetime chance, so I allowed her to continue. By the time we were able to get to the bedroom and in bed we were both naked, and we did what lesbian lovers normally do. Several hours later I drifted off to sleep with a contented smile. Chapter 3. I awoke in a very confused state. I shouldn't have this mass of hair in my face, and I certainly shouldn't have this weight on my chest! I finally woke up completely, and the memories came flooding in. I wasn't ashamed of what happened. It was a very unique experience, and one I hoped to not repeat. I didn't know what was in store for today, but I was looking forward to getting my body back tonight. Gina didn't say much about today's plans until after breakfast. Today I was going to get a full salon treatment. Oh joy. She put me into a dress again, and off we went to her favorite salon. I was quite nervous as we walked through the door. After the greetings and introductions, I got to take the dress off and put on a robe. My hair was washed, and some sort of green goop plastered all over my face. As I sat there I could feel someone doing things to my hair - it felt like they were pulling on handfulls of it. I figured (correctly, it turns out) that it was being rolled. My head got stuck under some giant drier thing, which made a lot of noise. It was a good excuse not to talk to anyone. While this was going on, my nails got manicured and polished. Finally the drier was lifted, the goop came off, and makeup went on. The rollers came out and I finally got a look in the mirror. "I'd love to go out with her," I thought. I looked great! And I was pleased, which then scared me. It was late afternoon when we got back. We had a quick dinner, and chatted over coffee. Gina finally realized that I was becoming increasingly fidgety, and got the wand and my medallion. A moment later I felt the searing pain that always accompanied the return. And seconds later I was back to being male, although I was still wearing the dress, which ripped as soon as I moved. It was a real chore to get untangled from the female clothes, but I finally was dressed in my jeans and a T-shirt. Gina took off the nail polish. By then it was quite late, so Gina offered to let me sleep on the couch. I was very tired, so I accepted. I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and got the expected shock. The residual effects were fairly strong, but not catastrophic. Blond hair, sparse chest hair, a slightly delicate look to the face. Everything else seemed OK, I was grateful to note. I hoped everything would be back to normal in the morning. Chapter 4 I awoke disoriented again. It was partly the odd sound of someone else's alarm. Remembering yesterday, I did a quick check. I was a man, just like I was supposed to be. I chalked the confusion up to being in the wrong house, and having awoken while it was still dark. I found my watch - 5:00 A.M. Ugh. But I needed Gina to drive me back home so I could get ready for work. So I slipped on the jeans and bounced up the stairs - and I realized with a start that I was bouncing. I had very small breasts. "Don't panic," I thought. Just delayed residual effects. It would wear off. I knocked loudly on Gina's door. When she finally answered, she gasped in astonishment, then giggled. I didn't know quite how to take that, but I fugured it must be the small breasts. "Yeah, I told you so," I said. "I have little left over tits." "You have more than that," she replied. "Look in the mirror." I walked into her bathroom and flipped on the lights. Now it was my turn to gasp in astonishment. My hair was blond again, and about an inch longer than when I went to bed. I didn't need to worry about shaving this morning - my skin was smooth and my face had a slight feminine appearance. My chest was devoid of hair and I had the small breasts. That seemed to be the extent of the changes. I was beginning to panic. I couldn't go to work like this! Was I still changing? "This is your fault!" I yelled. "I told you this would happen! Now what am I supposed to do? I don't know how long this will take to wear off! Or if it will. The residuals are worse this morning than they were last night!" "Don't panic," she replied in a soothing voice. "Franco told me it only changed you temporarily. This will have to go away." "Franco knew you were going to do this? I'll kill him!" "No, remember? He tried to stop me. He just told me about the wand one day when I asked about Lisa. I didn't believe him until I saw you change." I was calming down, slowly. "OK. Now what?" "Just wait. Lets get some breakfast. Later, you can call in sick - you're just not yourself today." I giggled at that, then jerked my head. I giggled? This was serious. Gina ignored it. We made some waffles and coffee. Soon the coffee was having its normal effect, and I headed for the bathroom. As I passed by the mirror, I thought my tits seemed a bit larger. I unzipped my pants and reached in, and was startled to realize my penis felt smaller. God, I was still changing. This was a nightmare. Maybe I'd wake up soon. Last time the residual was that I didn't completely change back. Last night was about the same, so I hadn't worried about it. Would it stop? By 8:00 it hadn't. I still had my voice, so I called in sick, said I'd probably be out a few days. By 9:00, I had shrunk considerably, my balls were gone, my penis was tiny, I had full sized breasts, and Mary's beautiful long blonde hair. By noon I was Mary again, completely. I was in a complete panic. By 2:00 I was calmed down some. Gina sat across from me as we tried to figure out what to do. She still had the wand but I was deathly afraid of using it again. I decided to wait it out. Maybe the effects would disappear, like last time. They were just stronger this time. I got dressed again, in a pair of slacks this time. I still was just not overly comfortable in a dress. By the time I finished dressing, it was time to start dinner. Cooking took my mind of this little problem. It took watching some pretty pointless TV to keep it off for the rest of the evening. I slowly drew myself out of a sleeping state, awaiting with trepidation to see what I was. There was no confusion this morning, the events of yesterday burned into my subconscious. I found no change from last night. I was still Mary. I was scared out of my wits. This might be permanent. I had no identity, no job as Mary. ***** It was noon, and I was standing before Gina wearing a pink housedress and the medallion. I was ready to take a chance. She touched the wand to my chest. Nothing happened. The magic wasn't working. I was devastated. Chapter 5 It was now a week since I'd reverted to Mary's form. There was still no change. We tried the wand several more times, to no avail. I was beginning to get used to the form, used to the jiggling when I walked, used to the smooth front of my crotch. I'd have to figure out a way to get on with my life, such as it was. Gina kept me from going insane by giving me something to do. She gave me an easel and some oil painting supplies and let me loose. I hadn't painted since I was very young, but I was doing OK. She taught me how to sketch a composition before I put brush to canvas. I was on my fifth one, and could see a definite improvement. I suppose with more practise I could make a living at this, as long as Gina helped me along. She did help me that first week. But then she got an idea. And from past experience, that was seldom a _good_ thing. It was a Monday night again, and I'd helped out by cooking dinner. We'd split a bottle of wine, but I think I had too much. I know I did, because I cooperated. She brought out the wand and pendant. She put on the pendant, handed me the wand, and told me to concentrate on a man's image as I touched her with the wand. And I did. It was amazing, I'd never seen it from this side. The pendant was a one inch circle of silver, with an elaborately engraved cross extending a bit past the edge. The circle had some very small bluish gems mounted around it. The circle took on the same bluish color as the stones, then flashed white before returning to its normal state. Gina got a pained look on her face, and within seconds she looked just like the man I had visualized. And her clothes had changed to those my image was wearing. She was now about 5'11", medium build, no fat, pleasant but not rugged face (as a man or a woman, I dislike rugged looking men - maybe it's related to some unremembered childhood trauma). Definitely masculine looking. She staggered. When she recovered she smiled. It had worked. I was getting very nervous, especially when her first movements were to grab the wand so I couldn't turn her back. "What the... Why did I even think about doing this! You saw what happened to me, and you still wanted to try this?" I finally managed to spout. "Yeah," she replied in a masculine voice. "But I'm not going to stay as long as you did, and this is my first time. Shouldn't have any problems." "You're forgetting that _I_ have to turn you back. Maybe I won't." "That's OK, you can just be my wife." That shut me up immediately. But I soon found that she had exactly that in mind. Setting the wand down, she took the two steps separating us and planted a big wet kiss, right on my lips. I should have been totally repulsed, but I wasn't. In part because I was beginning to get used to this body, and enjoying its sensations. It was also because I knew Gina was really a woman. But my body responded. Before I really knew what hit me we were upstairs in her bed, naked and making passionate love. It was such a unique (at least to me) experience, and so enjoyable, we did this several times, and it was very late before we drifted off to sleep, curled up together. Chapter 6 It has been about a month now, a very enjoyable month. The morning after our first time, I turned her back. The residual effects on Gina were about as strong as mine had been after those first two changes. They went away in about 18 hours. We waited four days and tried it again. That was probably a foolish thing to do, but we had so enjoyed the first time we went ahead anyway. And that turned out just fine. We had just as much fun, and Gina was back to normal in the same amount of time. We didn't push it any more than that. We had our fun every four days. And now the novelty was wearing off, so we weren't as frantic. We still thoroughly enjoyed it though. I found myself thinking it wouldn't be so bad being Gina's wife. That sounded bizarre - wanting to be my ex-wife's wife. But it looked like I was stuck like this, and we certainly got along better now. These experiences certainly loosened me up, and I think Gina appreciates responsibility more since her recklessness caused this situation. But today was different. Lisa had returned, and she and Franco were on their way over. Perhaps I could go back to being Mark. Did I want to? Could I? I had probably lost my job by now, even though I'd requested (by letter) an indefinite leave of absence due to a family emergency. I had become a proficient artist, thanks to Gina. I wasn't great yet, but could probably start making some money within a few months. I went and sat out in the back yard, and pondered things. It was still cool, Spring had not fully taken control yet. I enjoyed the brisk breeze ruffling my hair. I watched ragged wind blown clouds scuttling across the March sky. Sangre de Cristo poked its snow covered peak into their path, and they piled up before it, threatening to swallow the mountain whole. It was a scene Mary the artist appreciated, had painted many times in its different moods, and would have been lost on Mark the engineer. I was beginning to like my life as Mary, as Mark kind of faded into the background. I finally decided I was too chilled, and went back inside to make some hot cocoa. Chapter 7 Lisa and Franco finally showed up as I finished my chocolate. Lisa was flabbergasted at my appearance, even though her spell had caused it. My personal confusion abated as we greeted each other. We had been close friends before she left, and I had hoped it would develop further. Now things were really complicated. Even if I was Mark again, I think my relationship with Gina would have improved enough to get back together. After observing the scene for a short time, I think Lisa had similar thoughts. Lisa told us all about her trip. The stories were fascinating, and she was a good storyteller. Her relatives had welcomed her everywhere she'd gone, and she'd learned some new tricks. Thoughts of the results of her last one made me cringe at that news. But she finally got around to the unspoken question. What about me? The answer was yes, I could go back. But was I sure I wanted to? I felt three pair of eyes on me as I silently chewed on the question. I think I'd already made up my mind while sitting outside. Mark was dead. I said as much. Now three pair of eyes were on Gina. What did she want to do? The pendant was going away, she'd have to decide whether to be my husband or my girlfriend. She walked around for a few moments before turning and facing us. "Let's set a date, Mary. I'll have to think of a man's name." We all sat back, the tension gone. There was one more task, of course. Gina put the pendant around her neck, and I pointed the wand and concentrated. The End * * *