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Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers 2:
By Deane Christopher
Edited by Steve Zink
Copyrighted 2002
Preface
Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers takes
place in the Magatrix the Magnificent Universe, which
was first introduced in my serialized seven-part
story, Magician's Assistant. The premise upon which
both that story and this story are based revolves
around the fact that Magatrix the Magnificent has
been reprimanded by the ethics review board of the
Magician's Guild, and thereby constrained from
continuing to use handsome young males as her stage
assistants. Due to a little known codicil buried deep
within the guild's arcane bylaws, should a performing
member elect to avail themselves of a stage assistant
or assistants, said stage assistant(s) must be: one,
young; two, beautiful; and three, female. Outraged by
the ruling of her guild's review board, Magatrix
elects to adhere to the letter of the Magician
Guild's bylaws, while sidestepping its spirit.
Magatrix the Magnificent, via the use of real magic,
has elected to sidestep the spirit of the outdated
codicil by asking for male volunteers from the
audience to come up and join her on stage, whereupon
she magically transforms the unsuspecting gentlemen
into her lovely female stage assistants.
Normally, Magatrix restores these magically
feminized volunteer assistants of hers to their
former manly physiques at the completion of her act.
However, for reasons known only to herself, upon
occasion, Magatrix sometimes elects to maintain her
assistants in their feminine personas for the
remainder of the evening, and at times, well into the
fullness of the night. Generally, when Magatrix
selects this expanded stint as a female option of
hers, she modifies her sexual transmogrification
spell in such a way as to cause the transsexualized
young gentleman to automatically regain his manhood
at the dawning of the following day.
Generally, when Magatrix chooses to expand one
of her volunteer assistant's tenure as a bona fide
member of the opposite sex, she further modifies her
transsexualization spell to include some very
powerful subliminal inducements that tend to function
much the way posthypnotic suggestions might. Magatrix
does this in order to make it easier for the sexually
transmogrified male to continue to function as the
woman he has been turned into by drastically
downplaying, or completely eliminating the ignominy
factor involved in operating for a time as a woman.
For instance, Magatrix usually continues to negate
the residual and telltale awkwardness that would
normally beset most men ensconced in a well-endowed
woman's body. She achieves this by incorporating
several magical subroutines within her expanded spell
in order to compensate for the marked shift in weight
distribution. That, in turn, directly impacts on the
sexually transmogrified individual's new center of
gravity, thereby making it easy for her sexually
transmogrified assistants to maneuver about in a pair
of stiletto heels.
Since Magatrix the Magnificent's magic act has
not substantially altered from that which was
described in my previous story, Magician's Assistant
1: The Performance, I have elected to begin
Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers shortly after
Magatrix has brought her evening's performance to its
conclusion. In other words, the foremost male
protagonist of this story, one Michael Gerlach,
begins this story as the woman Magatrix has turned
him into earlier in the evening. However, for those
who might be interested in reading (or possibly
rereading) a description of Magatrix's magical act,
in which the initial transsexualization of birthday
boy Jeff Gibson takes place, I encourage them to read
Magician's Assistant 1: The Performance, which can be
accessed elsewhere on this site.
Synopsis of Preceding Chapters
Chapter 1 began with a conversation that
occurred while the ultra feminized Michael Gerlach
was dancing with his best friend, John Larsen. Having
first discussed Mike's impressions of what it was
like to be a woman; Mike continues on to tell John
about of some of the more unusual aspects of
transsexualization spell that she is operating under.
Then, having admitted that she finds herself sexual
attracted to John, Mike encourages John to kiss her.
One kiss leads to another, whereupon a very turned-on
Mike beseeches John to make love to her. At that
point Magatrix joins the conversation and offers the
two of them the use of one of her hotel suite's
bedrooms.
Chapter 2
Based on some of the laudatory remarks that had
been made by a good many of the women that she as a
he had slept with over the years, Mike had good
reason to believe that she was a far better than
average lover. However, as talented, as considerate,
and as passionate a lover as she had been as a man,
Mike was quick to realize that John's lovemaking
technique far outclassed her own. Where Mike
considered herself a skillful artisan, she
immediately recognized the fact that John was a grand
master at the game of pleasuring women, and in doing
so, felt herself extremely lucky.
To Mike's way of thinking, his buddy was a
virtuoso when it came to the art of making love.
Skillfully, moving from one erogenous zone to
another, John soon had Mike wriggling beneath his
deft handed ministrations. His kisses were heavenly,
his tongue divine.
Over and over and over again, employing the
touch, tweak and titillate method of sexual
stimulation, John unhurriedly brought his buddy to
the brink of orgasmic release. However, each time he
did so, just about the time Mike felt herself on the
cusp of climaxing, John, in a cunningly calculated,
if not mildly sadistic maneuver, would retarget his
efforts, so as to raise his friend's level of
anticipation.
Having just experienced yet another jolt of
excruciating pleasure emanating outward from the
elusive nub of her clitoral protrusion, a thoroughly
captivated Mike breathlessly squealed, "Oh my God,
John! You have no idea how wonderful that feels!"
Lifting his lips clear of the crevice crease
with which Magatrix had magically fitted out his
buddy, John playfully responded, "Oh! So, what you're
saying is, that as a girl, you kind of like being
eaten-out?"
"Like it? I love it!" Mike tortuously shrieked,
as she felt the tip of her friend's ever so talented
tongue begin to once again swirl and twirl about that
nifty little clit of hers. "I absolutely love it!"
Lifting his lips for a second time, John
sardonically teased, "I'm sorry. Did I just hear you
say that you want me to stop?"
"No!" Mike implored in a frenzied panic born
out of the irrational desperation of her wanton
needs. "Never! Please, John, I don't want you to ever
stop..."
A few minutes later, John, aware that his oral
ministrations had achieved their desired objective,
and reinforced with the knowledge that something that
gave so much pleasure could just as easily become an
irritant, ceased and desisted. Moving ever so
gingerly so as to not disturb, or in any way intrude
on the fragility of the moment, he drew himself up
and out of the 'v' of his friend's splayed legs.
Repositioning himself alongside of the beautiful and
beguiling young woman that Magatrix had changed his
boyhood buddy into, John ever so tenderly enfolded
the sexually spent and utterly spellbound minx into
the conciliatory comfort of a lover's compassionate
embrace.
Mike, who was dreamily exploring every facet of
the prismatic wonderment of her first female multi-
orgasmic afterglow, while conjointly savoring every
nuance of the gushing, primordial, tsunami like
reverberations that had coursed and cavorted within
her but a few short moments before, employed what
little energy she could muster to nuzzle John's cheek
with her own.
With a quivering, almost inaudible whimper,
Mike finally managed the wherewithal to dreamily
mutter, "Before I forget, I just want to thank you
for what you just did, John."
Responding as if making love to his childhood
pal was nothing more than an everyday occurrence,
John cockily replied with an easterner's rather poor
attempt at mimicking the natural twang of a
westerner's inflections, "T'weren't nothin', ma'am. I
was more than happy to oblige."
A minute or so after that, John, spurred on by
his overwhelming sense of curiosity, broke in upon
the omnipresent intimacy of their silence. "So, tell
me, kiddo! What'dya think?"
Seeking clarification, Mike dreamily purred,
"You mean about the orgasms?"
"Of course I mean the orgasms! What'dya think I
was referring to, Mikey - this hotel room that
Magatrix was nice enough to let us use? I mean, since
you're the only guy I know who has had the
opportunity to have experienced sex from both sides
of the gender gap, it pretty much goes without saying
that I'm kind of interested in hearing your take on
what it was like."
"You would, would you?"
"Yes, Mikey! I most certainly would! For
instance, now that you've experienced what sex is
like from a woman's point of view, tell me, who has
it better? Men or women?"
Without any hesitation, Mike dogmatically
responded, "Women! Most definitely women! When it
comes to orgasms, trust me, John, women have it so
much better than men, it isn't funny! I mean to tell
you, pal, you have no idea what you and all the other
swinging dicks out there are missing!"
John was a little dubious. "Really? Are you
serious?"
"Yes, I'm serious! I'm as serious as serious
can be!" Mike answered jubilantly, and without any
equivocation whatsoever.
"And, you're saying that you really like it?"
"Oh, yeah! I liked it a lot. Fact is, I didn't
just like it. I loved it! I absolutely loved it!
Truth is, I loved it so much, I have half a mind to
ask Magatrix to just leave me the way I am right
now!"
"You're shittin' me, aren't you, Mikey? I mean,
you're not serious about asking Magatrix to let you
stay a woman?"
"No..." Mike replied thoughtfully, as she
reached up and began to narcissistically fondle one
of those ample and super-sensitized breasts of hers.
"However, I must say it is something to think
about..."
"Mikey!" John was alarmed. "That's crazy!
You're a man, for cripesake!"
"A man!" Mike coquettishly pondered the notion.
"I don't think so... I mean, I was a man... and no
doubt I'll be a man again... but for the here and now
of it, John, as you can attest to yourself, I'm
anything but the man I was born to be. And, just so
you know, this being a girl thing is pretty neat!
Truth be told, John, you really ought to give it a
go!"
Indignantly, John rounded on Mike with an
abruptly and demonstratively delivered, "I don't
think so!"
"No, John! Trust me! You're overreacting! I've
got to tell you that being a girl isn't anywhere near
as bad as you're making it out to be. I'll grant you
that were the situation reversed, and you were the
girl and I was the guy, I'd probably would be
reacting pretty much the way you are...
"Hey! Tell you what! How about I go ask
Magatrix to lay a little of that hocus-pocus, presto-
changeo, guyo-girlo magic of hers on the two of us,
you know, to change you into a girl and me back into
a guy again? That way, I can show you just how much
fun you can have out of being a girl, and thereby
return the favor."
"I really don't think that's a good idea,
Mikey."
"How come? Are you afraid that you just might
like it as much as I do?"
"Well," John uneasily replied, "it suffices to
say that becoming a girl, even if it is only for only
a couple of hours, doesn't hold any appeal for me
whatsoever."
"It doesn't?"
"No way, man! I like being a guy too much to
ever like being a girl!"
"You mean to tell me that you never once
entertained the notion of what it would be like to be
a girl?"
"No!" John was emphatic.
Challenging his friend's assertion, Mike
impishly responded with a chuckle and a sarcastic,
"Yeah, right! You don't actually expect me to believe
that line of bullcrap of yours, do you? Remember,
pal, it was only a couple of months ago when you and
I caught a rerun of 'Switch' on one of the cable
channels. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I do
believe I remember your saying something about how
you wouldn't mind the opportunity to feel yourself up
if you somehow ended up decked out in the bodacious
body of a girl."
"Okay, wise-ass!" John fumed. "So what if I did
say something like that! You aren't going to hold me
to some offhanded comment that I made a couple of
months ago, are you?"
"No, John. I'm not. All I'm saying is that you
really ought to think about it, given that the
opportunity will probably never present itself ever
again."
"Okay!" John was clearly flustered. "Tell you
what I'm going to do! I'm going to take your advice,
and think about it."
"Good! But, you better make it snappy, owing to
the fact that you don't have a lot of time if you're
going to avail yourself of this very unique
opportunity. Oh! And, while we're on the subject, I
promise that if you do try out this girl for the
night shit, you won't regret it. I know that I sure
as hell haven't," Mike said, as she reached down in
between their bodies, and locating John's manhood,
began to fondle it.
"Hey!" John, in a knee-jerk reaction, harshly
exclaimed. "And, just what in hell do you think your
doing, young lady?"
"Returning the favor."
"Oh, no you don't, Mikey! Look! Tonight's your
night! We're not going to worry about me, all right?"
"But, I want you to enjoy yourself, too."
"Don't you worry about me, kiddo. Trust me. I'm
enjoying myself just fine."
"But!" Mike raised an objection.
"But, nothing, kiddo! Believe me! Just seeing
you get off is more than enough for me. And, knowing
that I'm the one that's responsible for turning you
into a real live, walking, talking, pillow eating
nymphomaniac is pure icing on the cake. I mean to
tell ya! It does my heart good to see you enjoying
yourself like you've been! And, you are enjoying
yourself, aren't you?"
"Oh, yeah! I can't even begin to tell you how
much I'm enjoying myself..." Mike allowed those ever
so compelling, come hither eyes of hers to first
flutter, and then close, as she gently slipped into
the self-absorbed serenity of yet another moment of
introspective silence.
Then, as a random, though related, thought
began to ply the pastoral pathways of her mind, Mike
perked up, exclaiming as she did so, "Oh, and lest I
forget, I just want to tell you that, as a lover,
John, you are absolutely fan-fucking-tastic! And,
just so you know, I'm not bird-turdin' you, either!
Take it from me, pal, you are one hell of a lover!
Look! I know how trite this is going to sound, but
you turned me every which way but loose!"
"I did, didn't I?"
"Oh, yeah... you sure as hell did! Oh, and
guess what! I do believe that you found my G-Spot."
"I did?" John was clearly dubious. "When?"
"When you were playing a game of stink-finger
with me."
"You mean, when I had my middle finger up
inside of that little new you-know-what of yours?"
"If you're referring to this nifty new cunt of
mine, then the answer is, YES! I mean, it just felt
really funny at first, you know, feeling you probing
around inside of me like that. But then, all of a
sudden, you hit this real sensitive area, and the
next thing I know, I've got these absolutely
fantastic sexual shivers coursing all throughout this
nifty new body of mine."
"Wow! Now, that's really something!"
"How so?" Mike asked, seeking clarification.
"Well, if it is true that I did somehow manage
to find your G-Spot, I have to confess that it's a
first for me."
"You mean to tell me that you never had another
woman tell you that you found her G-Spot?"
"No! Never... Truth be told, kiddo, I always
half suspected that the G-Spot was nothing more than
a lot of crap. I thought it was just another one of
those urban legends that you're always hearing about,
concocted by a group of ball-busting feminist dykes,
as a ploy to make men feel as if they were somehow
inadequate lovers."
"Yeah. I kind of a thought so, too..." Mike
murmured thoughtfully. "However, I now know
differently." Shivering with the recollection, Mike
continued on to gleefully declare, "So, I guess you
could say that we both have learned an invaluable
lesson tonight. There really is a G-Spot, and - Thank
the Lord! - I've got one!"
"Maybe, while you're thanking God, you ought to
thank Magatrix as well," John offered with a chuckle.
"After all, Mikey, she's the one who fitted you out
with this lovely new body of yours."
"What can I say, John? When you're right,
you're right! I do have Magatrix to thank for
tonight! Please, John, first thing tomorrow morning,
I want you to call me and remind me that I need to do
something special to thank her for everything. Okay?"
"Sure..." John replied as he began to run his
free hand along the inner run of his friend's
sensually smooth thigh.
"So, what do you think? Flowers? Candy? What?"
"Honestly, I think flowers will be just fine.
After all, isn't it the thought that counts?" John
muttered as he lowered his lips to the nap of Mike's
ever so graceful neck.
"Yeah... Okay! That's what I'll do. I'll send
her some flowers... Oooo... That feels wonderful."
"So," John tentatively sought Mike's input, "I
take it that you're ready for another go-around?"
"Yes. I do believe I am, at that. But, can you
do me a really big favor this time? As much as I
enjoyed it when you went down on me, and I really
hope you will do so again this time, once I'm all
primed and ready, and my little you-know-what is
leaking love-juices like a sieve, will you take that
gross, gnarled up thingie of yours, and stick up
inside of me?"
"Pardon my French, kiddo, but are you saying
that you actually want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, John! That's exactly what I'm saying! I
want you fuck me, you know, as in I want you to hump
the living shit out of me!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure!"
"Don't you think that you might want to
reconsider asking me to do that?"
"Why? Why, would I want to do that?"
"Because, there's a good chance that as it
stands now, the lovely young lady that Magatrix
turned you into might still be a virgin."
"So, what's the big deal about me, and my being
a virgin""
"Think about it, kiddo. What do virgins have
that other women don't?"
"Oh, you're right! I plum forgot all about
that! If I'm a virgin, it pretty much goes without
saying that I still have a maidenhead."
"That's right, Mikey! There's the very real
possibility that you've still got your cherry." John
tenderly planted a kiss on the Mike's quivering lips.
"And, if you do, when I do what you're asking me to
do, there's a real good possibility that I'm going to
pop that hymen of yours. And, if I pop it, it's
probably going to cause you a good deal of pain, or
at the very least, a fair amount of discomfort."
Having taken a moment to mull over the
consequences of what might occur, Mike replied, "I
really don't give a rat's ass about the pain, John!
Look, the way I see it, I've only have this one night
to find out what it's like to be on the receiving end
of things, and because I really want to experience
the whole nine yards of what it's like to be a woman,
I really want you - No! Make that need you! - to go
all the way with me!"
"Are you sure about this?"
"Oh, yes!" Mike was emphatic. "I'm sure! Truth
be told, I'm surer than sure! Please, John, there's
nothing I want more right now than to feel what it's
like to have that ugly little pecker of yours nestled
ever so snugly up inside of this new and nifty little
hidey hole of mine!"
"All right, Mikey!" There was just a hint of
reluctance conveyed in John's halfhearted response.
"I'll do as you ask." Then, after a momentary pause,
he enthusiastically continued on to say, "Fact is,
now that I think about it, I'd be more than happy to
do as you ask. However, before I do, I want you to
promise me that, come tomorrow morning, you aren't
going to hold it against me."
"You've got yourself a deal, pal!" Mike
seductively intoned. "I promise that I won't hold it
against you. Truth be told, John, the only thing I
would ever hold against you would be if you don't
make love to me the way I want you to. Understand?"
"Yes," John tenderly replied, and followed it
up with a stream of gentle kisses evenly parceled out
along the nap of his best friend's ever so elegant
neck. "I understand perfectly."
"John..." Mike sensually whimpered.
"Yes?"
"Can you do me just one more favor?"
"Sure, kiddo! It would be my pleasure. What is
it?"
"Please, just shut up, and get down to the
business of making love to me!"
Unable to stifle a chuckle, John replied, "With
pleasure, ma'am..."
Vowing to himself that he would make this the
most memorable and cherished experience in either of
their lives, John bent to the task of servicing the
carnal needs of the extremely desirable young
temptress that lay next to him.
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