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Magician's Assistant 2: Table Talk
By Deane Christopher
Copyrighted: 2001
"Hey!" Mat exclaimed. "Isn't that Magatrix over there?"
"Where?" Mary asked as she began to scan the Cauldron's main
room. "Over there! Standing just inside of the doorway that's a
little to the right of the bar. You know, the one that most
likely leads back to the dressing rooms that the performers
use." Mat bobbed his head in the general direction of where he
thought he had caught a glimpse of the striking female magician.
"I don't see her."
"Well, unless I'm way off base here, I do believe that that's
her." "Are you referring to the redhead in that abbreviate black
satin dress?" "Yes!" a relieved Mat returned thankfully. "That
is her, isn't it!" "I'm not sure..."
"Well, I am!" Vicki said smugly. "And, as much as I hate to say
this: Mat's right! I do believe that that's Magatrix all right!
And, though I can't be sure yet, I think that there's someone in
the hallway behind her. Someone wearing something silver."
Mary confirmed the fact that Vicki was right and that there was
someone wearing some sort of silvery outfit visible in the
hallway behind Magatrix. And, that whoever it was, the person
was definitely a female and, though the Cauldron's diffused
lighting made it hard to tell, she appeared to be a strawberry
blonde.
"Could that someone be Jasmine in that silver leotard that
Magatrix fitted her out with?" Mat asked. "Could be..." Mary
replied. "Except whoever it is, she doesn't appear to be wearing
evening gloves..." "No! No, she isn't!" Vicki broke in,
confirming Mary's assertion. "And, I do believe that I caught
glimpses of a hemline every now and again, so its' mostly likely
a dress and not a leotard..."
"See!" Vicki proclaimed a moment or so later as Magatrix,
dressed in a sexy black satin cocktail dress and Jasmine, in a
similarly cut liquid silver one, began to casually lace their
way across room. "I was right! It definitely was a dress that I
saw!"
A minute or so later, Magatrix, with Jasmine in tow, approached
the table that was occupied by the group from Jeff's work and
politely asked, "Excuse me! Would it be all right with you all
if Jasmine and I joined you?"
Even as Mat was in the process of doing the gentlemanly thing by
getting up as a precursor to his offering his chair to Magatrix,
Bob Carlson assumed the role of spokesman for the group and
cordially said, "Please, do."
"Jasmine." Magatrix urged. "Why don't you introduce me to all
these nice friends of yours." Jasmine complied with Magatrix's
directive. Starting with the spunky Mary Ellen Edwards who was
seated immediately to her right, Jasmine proceeded around the
table in a counterclockwise direction "Thank you, Jasmine!"
Magatrix said at the completion of the introduction process.
"Now, that you have introduced me to all of your friends here,
I think it's time for you to close your eyes and go to sleep!"
Those enchanting emerald eyes of Jasmine's flicked and then
closed, as her chin correspondingly drooped and settled on that
ever so elegant, Audrey Hepburn like neck-stalk of hers. "Good
girl. That's it! Now, take a deep breath and go into a very deep
and relaxing sleep. "Jasmine! The next time you hear me say the
name Rupunzel, while you will remain fast asleep until I
instruct you to awake, you will no longer be my lovely female
assistant Jasmine. You will once again become the male Jeffrey
Gibson. "However, when you do become Jeffrey Gibson, you will,
for the time being, remain oblivious to the fact that your body
is still that of a female's until I direct you to do otherwise.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes..." Jeff dreamily muttered
"Good! Rupunzel!
"Now, Jeff, your friends are going to once again ask you some
questions. You are to answer them as honestly as you can. All
right?" "Yes..."
"All right! How 'bout we start with you, Mary. And then, we can
work our way around the table." Magatrix said. "All I ask of is
that you all ask questions that you already know the answer to.
You know, so that you can verify that what Jeffrey here is
telling us is true and that, while he might not look like his
old self, he really is your friend Jeff. Also, I want all of you
to pay close attention to both Jeff's choice or words and the
way he phrases his replies. Okay, Mary! You're up! Go ahead! Ask
the first question!"
For the next ten minutes or so, Jeff's friends put one question
after another to him/her. "Well," Bob Carlson finally gave up
the ghost and said, "as reluctant as I am to have to say this:
I'm convinced! She's Jeff all right! I mean, even if Jeff was
back stage feeding Jasmine here the correct answers - You know,
over some sort of high tech transceiver! - there's just no way
he would have answered some of those questions. You know, as in:
he would have balked! Especially so, given how personal quite a
few of those questions were!"
"I'm afraid I have to agree." Mat reluctantly offered. "Knowing
Jeff as I do, I know that he wouldn't have wanted some of that
stuff he just told us about to get out and there by, become
fodder for the rumor mill at work. You know, as in he wouldn't
have wanted some of that stuff to become - I guess you could
say! - public knowledge. And, because of that, I really think
that we all should agree right here and now that whatever we
heard him tell us tonight goes no further then this table. You
know, as in it stays right here!"
"Mat's right!" Mary jumped into the fray. "I mean, as flattered
as I was to hear Jeff admit that he likes me and would like to
go out with me, I really think we need to make sure that we
don't repeat anything that he wouldn't want everybody and his
brother to know! All right?"
Though a few did so grudgingly, Mat and Mary, working in
conjunction with one another, managed to secure a concession
from each and every member of their group. That is to say that,
after a little haggling, they all agreed that all the personal
information that Jeff had divulged about himself would remain
sacrosanct.
"Question." Magatrix interjected herself into the conversation.
"By any chance did any of you pay any attention to those things
I mentioned before? You know, as far as word choice and the way
Jeff phrased his answers?" "Yes!" Vicki replied brightly. "Yes,
I did! And, I must say were it not for the feminine voice, it
was Jeff all the way!" Everyone else, to one degree or another,
found themselves forced to concur with Vicki. "Good!" Magatrix
asserted.
"While I know I haven't convinced all of you that this gorgeous
young woman who is seated next to me is really your friend and
cohort Jeffrey Gibson, is it safe for me to assume that none of
you can provide me with positive proof that she isn't?" Then,
when no one said anything to refute her, Magatrix continued.
"No? Good! So, I guess we can proceed on from here! "Jeff! In a
few minutes, one of the Cauldron's waitresses will come to our
table to see if anyone wants another drink. When she does, you
will wake up. However, you will feel and behave as though you
are in a very pleasant, liquor induced stupor. That's to say
that you will act as if you are on the verge of becoming the
subdued, or - If you will? - the introverted version of
shit-faced. And, no matter what happens or what anybody else but
me says to you, you will remain completely oblivious to the fact
that your body is that of a female until I direct otherwise. Do
you understand what I have just told you?"
"Yes..." Jeff groggily muttered.
"Jeff! Tell me! What is your favorite mixed drink?"
Sounding much the way an automaton might, Jeff's ever so sultry
voice meekly intoned, "A pina colada..." "Good! Well, when the
waitress gets around to you, I want you tell her that you would
like her to bring you a pina colada. Then, after you have told
the waitress what you would like to drink, your awareness of
what is occurring around you will gradually improve until you
reach a point where you are completely lucid and you can begin
to function normally. That's to say, that you will reach a point
where you will be able not only follow the conversation, but you
will shortly thereafter, be able to take part in it as well.
However, Jeffrey, even when your perception has reached a stage
where it is once again crystal clear, you will continue to
remain oblivious to the fact that you body is sexually out of
sync with your mind. In other words, you will remain completely
unaware of the fact that your body is still that of a young
woman's. And, should anyone make mention of, or, for that
matter, even allude to the fact that you're not your normal male
self, you are to simply ignore them. Do you understand?"
"Yes..." Jeff replied dreamily. "I understand..."
"All right, Jeffrey! I want you to listen very, very carefully
to what I'm about to tell you now. After our waitress returns
with our drinks, you are to wait until I take a sip from my
drink before you before you follow suit and take a sip of your
pina colada. Now, when you do take that sip, you will gradually
begin to become aware of the fact that some as yet elusive
something isn't - Shall we say - copacetic. You know, as in you
will begin to feel as if some as yet unidentified thing isn't as
it should be. Or, to put that another way, you will find
yourself beginning to feel a little anxious and apprehensive. "I
suggest that in your uneasiness, you might feel a slight draft.
You might even go so far as to hug yourself against the chill
you're feeling. You know, and rub your arms and maybe even your
legs in an effort to warm yourself. You might even fine that you
have goose bumps. And, you might go so far as to even ask
someone else at the table if they feel a little cool as well.
"Next, I suggest that you might begin to feel eerily and
unnaturally exposed. You might even use your hands to do a
cursory inspection of yourself to see if you can detect what, if
anything, is causing you to feel the way you do. "Jeff. You do
like the feel of satin do you not?"
"Yes..."
"Good. I'm glad to hear that.
"Well, let me suggest that you just don't like the feel of
satin. You love it! Fact is, Jeff: you love the sensual and
seductive feel of satin so much that it you find it erotically
stimulating! You know, as in touch it is a real turn for you!
And, not only do you love the feel of satin, but you also love
the feel of a woman's leg encased in sheer, silky hosiery, even
if the leg in question happens to be your own. "In other words,
Jeff, once you touch any part of your body that is encased in
either satin or nylon, you will begin to fidget and fuss with
yourself in an effort to find any excuse to touch yourself. "For
example: you might inadvertently reach up and jostle one or the
other of those nice new and extremely sensitive boobies of
yours. You know, to - Shall we say! - better situated it inside
that sexy little dress that I fitted you out with backstage. Or,
you might inadvertently go so far as to reach under the table
and use one or another of your hands to caress those nylon
encased inner thighs of yours. Perhaps, you might even become
bold enough to run an index finger up along the swath of that
new little you-know-what of yours. You know, to give yourself an
extemporaneous thrill that'll keep you simmering on low side of
a full blown state of arousal. "Then, after a few minutes of
behaving in such a fashion, you will find yourself desiring
another sip of your drink. So, you take a sip. However, when you
return the glass to the table, you will become aware that there
is something about your hands that looks different. You will
begin to examine them and when you do, you will come to the
stark realization that your hands of those of a woman. And, that
realization will in turn restore your memory of everything, save
for that little question and answer session that occurred here
at the table, that has happened this evening. You will remember
my turning you into my lovely assistant Jasmine and everything,
with the exception of what I just now made mention of, that has
occurred since. "Initially, you will find that being a guy with
a girl's body to be extremely disorienting and mildly
disconcerting. However, once I assure you that the change is in
no way a permanent one and that your manhood will be restored to
you while you are asleep tonight, you will begin to quickly warm
to the prospect of your being able to experience what it's like
to be a woman for a few hours. "Truth be told: you will, within
the matter of minutes, find the whole situation of your being a
man with a woman's body to be extremely erotic and ever so
pleasurable. You will find that you like not only looking sexy,
but feeling sexy as well. "That's to say that you will, within
- Shall we say, fifteen minutes or there abouts. - become an
unmitigated dick teaser. "In other words, you will adopt the
credo of, 'If you've got it! Flaunt it!' "And, flaunt you will!
"Though your mind will remain as manly entrenched as it ever
was, you will nevertheless take great amounts of pleasure
playfully torquing the livin' shit out of the libidos of other
men. "Do you understand?"
Jeff acknowledged that he did.
"Good! I'm glad to hear that!
"Now, I need to make mention of the fact that you will initially
lose all of Jasmine's grace and charms upon the realization that
you are a man fitted out with a woman's curvaceous physique.
That means: your mannerisms will revert to being those of a man;
there by, turning you into one oafish - To the point of
appearing spastic! - looking woman. "That's to say that you will
be extremely awkward at first. Plus, those high heels your
wearing will give you a royal fit initially! "But, don't worry!
As long as you take it slow and easy and exercise a little care,
you'll find that you'll be able to hobble around in them just
find. "A few minutes after your initial disorientation, you will
start to become attuned to operating as a girl. Within - Shall
we say! - five minutes or there abouts, you will find that you
will be able to get about reasonable well in heels. After ten
minutes, you'll find that they don't even phase you. And, after
fifteen minutes have passed, round about the time you enter the
brazen hussy stage, you will be so adapt at getting around in
stiletto heels that, were I to direct you to do so, you would be
able to perform a flawless gymnast floor exercise while still
wearing them. "In other words, Jeff, fifteen minutes after you
become aware of the fact that your body is one hundred and
eighty degrees out of sexual sync with your mind, you'll be
completely at home with functioning as the nimble little sex pot
that you appear to all the world to be." Magatrix continued on
to detail and enunciate the major points of the post-hypnotic
suggestion she was saddling Jeff with for the next few minutes.
Then, as a finishing touch, she continued on to say, "Jeff, once
you become completely acclimated to this sensational new body
I've fitted you out with, you will begin to feel a little bit
playful, a little bit frisky. Then, on the heels of that, you
will find yourself wishing to dance in the worst way imaginable.
"Fact is: you will find it hard - But, not impossible! - to turn
down a request from any man who might ask you to join him for a
turnabout out on the dance floor. "Now, Jeffrey, in order to
make it easier for that male ego of yours to deal with what
would otherwise be the ignominy of dancing with another man,
whenever the music is playing and your either in physical
contact or fairly close proximity to a man, your mental mind-set
will be as feminine as feminine can be. "Do you understand?"
"Yes." Jeff weakly managed. "I understand..."
Magatrix, upon finishing up with Jeff, caught the appropriate
waitress's eye and waved her over. A moment later, when it
became her turn, the liquid-silver clad Jeff murmured, "I'll
have a pina colada. Please." After the waitress left to go get
their drinks, Jeff sat there, a blank stare affixed upon that
absolutely beatific countenance of hers, looking to all the
world like a first class dufus. "When is she going to come
around and start doing the stuff you told her to do?" Bob
Carlson impatiently asked. "Soon!" Magatrix replied. "We should
begin to see some evidence that she is beginning to become more
lucid any second now." "Look!" Vicki broke in excitedly. "She
just blinked her eyes!" "She did, didn't she!" Bill exclaimed,
verifying Vicki assertion.
Their very personable witch clad waitress returned in a few
minutes with their selections. Magatrix, having waited for their
waitress to be on her way, picked up her drink and took a sip.
Jeff, taking his cue from her, followed suit. Setting her pina
colada on the table, Jeff curiously looked about the room in
general and then, the table in particular. She then looked to
the floor, first to the right of the chair in which she sat and
then, to the left of it.
Mat, acting on an prior instruction given to him by the striking
red headed magician, asked, "Hey, Jeff! What's up? Something
wrong?"
"No..." Jeff's ever so sultry voice purred in reply. "I mean,
I'm not sure... But, I don't think so... "It's just..."
"It's just what, buddy?" Mat pressed.
"It's just that something doesn't feel entirely right to me...
You know, as in something feels oddly out of kilter. If, that
is: you know what I mean..."
Just then, even as she was replying to Mat's inquiry, Jeff's
ultra feminized body was wracked with several very noticeable
shivers. Reflexively, Jeff hugged herself as she twisted her
upper torso a little to the right in order to better address
Mary Edwards, "Is it me, Mary? Or, do you feel a draft in here
as well? I mean, I'm so chilled right now that I've got
goose-bumps running all up and down my arms!" Then, following
the scenario that Magatrix had laid out for her, Jeff
absentmindedly reached up with her right hand and crassly
jostled her rather prominent left breast so as to better situate
it within the scalloped out portion of that sinfully delicious
liquid-silver club dress in which she was so scintillatingly
packaged.
Several seconds after she had completed that maneuver, Jeff
reached up and did likewise with that other conical chest
protrusion of hers. Enjoying the erotic feel of the satin as she
was, Jeff did not pull her hand away. Instead, she elected to
allow the delicate tips of those well manicured and nail glossed
fingers of hers to teasingly trace a delightfully descending
path towards her lap. Passing the abbreviated hemline of that
ever so fetching dress of hers, Jeff's hand glided out and onto
the ultra feminized erogenous zone as defined by her nylon
ensconced inner thigh. 'Damn, that feels good!' Jeff thought to
herself, as her hand been to lazily spiral inwards toward her
loins. Reaching up under her dress, Jeff, employing the middle
finger of her dexterous left hand, drew it expertly up along the
nylon enshrouded crease that proclaimed her womanhood;
engendering the madly careening advent of one sexual shiver
after another by doing so.
It was Bob Carlson's stifled giggle, sounded within the muted
cacophony of a whole parcel of stifled giggles, which brought
Jeff of short. Feeling as if she may have been caught in the
rude and crude act of playing with herself, a discombobulated
and red-faced Jeff frantically beseeched, "Hey, guys! What
gives? I mean, what's so dog-gone funny?" Fearing what Bob might
say, Mat quickly interceded, "You mean to tell me that you
missed it?" "Missed what?"
"Missed seeing that girl playing a rather obvious game of
stink-finger with herself!" Mat, Jeff was quick to realize, had
specified 'girl' in his retort. And, since Jeff had been
pre-programmed by Magatrix to think of herself as a guy, she
wrong-headedly interrupted Mat's comments to mean that her
friends had not been laughing at her.
"Shit! I sure as hell would have liked to have seen that!" Jeff
said as she reached for her pina colada and took another sip.
Setting her drink back down on the table, Jeff became keenly
aware that there was something very disconcerting about hers
hands. They just did not look right to her, in that her hands
appeared oddly and strikingly feminine to her. She turned them
this-a-way and then that-a-way. She frantically examined first
one and then the other and then both. Then, as if taking note of
it for the first time, Jeff became ignominiously aware that the
nails of hers hands were inordinately long and tapered. And
then, on the heels of that revelation, adding insult to injury,
Jeff came to the unnerving realization that those nails of hers
were also exquisitely polished, in that they gleamed forth with
a dazzling and very becoming silvery hue.
"Holy shit!" a traumatized Jeff wild exclaimed as her memories
of the evening's events were instantaneously restored to her.
"I'm a woman! Or," Jeff disbelieving stammered, "maybe I should
have said: my body's that of a woman!" Turning about to face
Magatrix, a clearly panicked Jeff maniacally pleaded, "Please!
I implore you! Change me back! I mean, you're not serious going
to leave me like this, are you?"
"Have no fear, Jeff! I have no intentions of leaving you like
you are. "I mean, I could. You know, leave you like you are now!
You know, if that is you'd like me to! But, to answer your
question is - no! I've rigged it so that you will change back
into your old manly self during the course of the night! You
know, while you're at home - sleeping..."
"You mean to tell me that I'm going to have deal with this
girl-shit until I go to sleep tonight?" Jeff indignantly
demanded.
"Yes! I'm afraid so, Jeff."
"Why? I mean, couldn't you just me back now?"
"Well, of course I could! But, I'm not going to!"
"And, just why in the hell not?"
"Because, I and your friends here are going to have some fun at
your expense!"
"We sure as hell are!" Bob, earning an elbow jab to his ribcage
from Vicki for his doing so, lecherously punctuated Magatrix's
comment.
"Whoa!" Jeff clamored, as she got unsteadily to her feet. "These
damn high heels are going to be the death of me! Holy shit! I've
got to tell ya! This being a girl is really, really weird! I
mean, my center of gravity seems to be all out of kilter!"
"Well," Mary scoffed, as she reached over and discretely pulled
down on the hemline of the liquid-silver dress that Magatrix had
decked Jeff out in. "I guess it goes without saying that it
would be! You know, given the fact that you've got breasts now!"
"Ah, Mary!" Bob Carlson mockingly complained. "Now, why in the
world did you have to go and straighten out Jeff's dress like
that? I mean, I was kind of hoping to get an up close and
personal view of that new little honey pot of his - Or, hers!
Or, whomever! - and you go and ruin it!"
"Jeff!" Magatrix directed. "How about you try taking a few
steps!" Jeff did as she was told. Using her arms to balance
herself, she gingerly took a few steps; turned and retraced
them. "Okay! Do it again! But, this time, take a few more steps
away from table before you turn!" Once again, Jeff did as
instructed.
"Good! You see! You're starting to get the hang of 'em! You
know, as in you did better that time than you did before!"
"Hey, Jeff!" Mat called out. "How's it feel? You know, you being
a girl and all?"
"Actually," Jeff, having paused for a moment to consider her
answer, continued on to say, "while it's still going to take
some real getting use to, it's nowhere near as bad as I first
thought it would be! Hey! Do you think they've got a mirror
around here somewhere that's big enough for me to get a good
look at myself? You know, because I'd really like to see for
myself what I look like as a girl!"
"Tell you what!" Magatrix cheerfully offered. "There's a full
length mirror back in my dressing room that you could use! So,
tell you what! Why don't you and I and the rest of these young
ladies head on back there now? You know, so that you can get a
look-see at yourself!"
"Hey!" Bob broke in. "What about us? Can't the guys go too?"
"No!" Ann smugly teased. "This is strictly a girl thing! No guys
allowed!" "Yeah!" Vicki concurred. "You guys just stay here and
talk about whatever it is you guys talk about when we girls
aren't around..."
"Oh, my!" Jeff, who's mannerism were becoming more those of a
woman with every passing second, excitedly exclaimed as she
caught the first glimpse of herself in the mirror. "I mean, I
knew that I looked good! But, I had no idea I looked that good!"
"So," Magatrix said, "I take it that you like the new you?"
"Oh, yeah!" Jeff, cupping those new boobies of hers as she did
so, turned to get a better look at her profile. "I like the new
me a lot! I mean, I'm everything I like in a woman and then
some! I'm mean, my legs! My ass! My tits! They're all absolutely
fabulous! You know, as in they're perfection personified! And,
my face! It's... it's... it's... It's so friggin' fantastic that
it damn near takes my breath away! You know, as in it's both
innocent and impishly sultry all at the same time!"
"My, my!" Vicki jealously murmured under her breath. "Somebody
here is certainly full of themselves! And, that someone sure
isn't me..." "Yeah!" Ann, who had heard Vicki utter her snide
remark, muttered. "You're right about that kiddo! Jeff really is
full of herself! "However... all things considered... given how
beautiful he - as a she - is... you've got to admit that Jeff
has every right to gloat! You know, owing to the fact that
there's no getting around the fact that she's absolutely
gorgeous..."
"Well, what do you know!" Bill beamed. "By the look the of
things, they appear to be on their way back!" "They sure are!"
Bob replied, confirming the obvious.
"Hey! Other than the fact that he's a girl now, do you guys
notice anything different about Jeff?" Mat inquired of his
table-mates. "Yeah..." Bob returned. "I sure as hell do! He -
Or, I guess I should be saying, she - isn't hobbling anymore!"
"Is she still wearing heels?" Bill, who was craning his neck to
see if he could provide an answer to his own question, asked.
Bob Carlson, "I can't be sure. But, I tend to think she is..."
"Well, unless these old eyes of mine are playing tricks on me,
I do believe that our pal Jeff's still wearing heels!" "Now what
makes you say that?" Bob demanded.
"Well, every now and again, I catch sight of a silver glint near
the floor!" Mat began to lay out the reasoning that went into
that assertion of his. "And, since none of the others were
wearing silver shoes, it pretty much goes without saying that
the silver I'm seeing more than likely comes from those shoes
that Magatrix fitted him - as a her - out with, now doesn't it?"
"Okay! So, tell us, Jeff - Or, should we be calling you Jasmine
now? - what your verdict is!" Mat said as Jeff and her entourage
returned to the table. "I mean, I do believe the three of us
would like to know just how you feel about being a girl!"
"Yeah!" Bob urged. "What's it feel like?"
"Well," Jeff coquettishly framed her thoughtful replied, "even
though my mind is still as manly as it ever was - You know, as
in I still like girls as much as I ever did! - all things
considered, I'd have to say: it feels wonderful! I mean, I feel
so darn sexy and turned on right now it isn't funny! You know,
as in I'm in no holds barred love-lust with myself that I'm
actually having a hard time restraining myself from doing
something really crass! You know, as in I'm having a hard time
keeping myself from reaching up under my dress and copping a
feel! You know, given how horny I am right now!"
"Well," Bob replied snidely, "if you're looking for a volunteer
to step in and - Shall we say! - lend a hand, you need look no
further! You know, as in it goes without say that I be more than
happy to oblige..."
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