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Billie the Magician's Assistant By Katie Dale "Guess what, Billy?" asked my sister Julie one Friday evening. "What?" Ever since my eleventh birthday, I insisted that my friends call me 'Bill', not 'Billy'. But members of my family continued to call me 'Billy', and I didn't really mind. At the time this story took place, Julie was thirteen years old, a year older than me. "Grandma's started teaching me magic." "Cool," I said. Ever since I was a little child, I knew that Grandma - my father's mother - could do magic. She didn't do it very often. I mean, when we'd go visit her we'd get her to do little tricks and things, like levitating tables in the air and stuff like that. But she didn't use her magic for real things except in emergencies. Like that time our house caught on fire and us two kids were trapped inside - she came running over and used her magic to put the fire out before anything bad could happen to us. Usually, though, she made us deal with our problems with regular, earthly means. Grandma was excited to be able to pass the family secret on to Julie. See, Dad was her only child, and only females inherited her magic gene. So Julie was her only opportunity. Magic, though, was a skill that needed to be taught to you, even if you had the gene. Even so, although Grandma was really aching to pass the skill on, she didn't start teaching Julie until Grandma felt she was old enough to use the Magic responsibly. I remember as a young child how Grandma would say that she hopes she lives long enough to teach Julie. Her magic couldn't be used to lengthen her life, I guess. When Julie finally turned thirteen, Grandma decided she was ready to begin learning. Growing up, people in the family who knew Grandma's secret would say things about how lucky Julie was to be able to inherit the gene. I was jealous of her. Mom would always remind her that Magic was a privilege and a responsibility, not just a fun toy. My Grandma's family was blessed with the Gene with the sole purpose of protecting people in the world. She felt that she was expected to use her powers to prevent or repair major catastrophes. It was always a tough call for her, she said, when to use the magic and when to let nature take its course. After the twin tower incident, she decided to use her powers to neutralize him and his men so they couldn't do too much more damage. She had seen that if she hadn't acted, in the future almost all the US would be wiped out. She was sorry she didn't prevent the twin towers' accident altogether, but it was decided that that wasn't a tragedy big enough to warrant letting lose such a great quantity of magic. My mother couldn't understand that, but my father told her that only those possessing the magic gene could really understand their ways. It was a complicated way of understanding the world as a whole and how things are meant to be. Anyway, back to our conversation that evening. "I'm learning fast - check this out!" she said, causing a plate to levitate in the air. I looked at the plate up close, touching it on all sides, making sure there were no strings attached. I was still somewhat of a skeptic - I knew from school and from TV that magic didn't really exist, that magic shows were always illusions. The problem was, though, that Grandma's magic never looked like an illusion at all. She always let us inspect her tricks up close, the way I was now inspecting Julie's 'flying saucer', and they always seemed unquestionably real. "Look at my feet," she said. I looked - she was hovering about a foot off the ground. "Amazing!" I said, looking at her from all sides, even bending down and making sure she wasn't standing on some kind of transparent box. But she wasn't - it was legit. "You're so lucky, Julie," I said. "I wish I could do cool stuff like that too." I watched as she brought herself back down to the ground and put the plate back on the table. "I know, it's too bad it only works for girls," she said. "And it's really easy, you know? Grandma doesn't have to teach me every single trick or stuff like that. All she teaches me is a certain way of thinking, a way of controlling my mind - when I do that properly, I can do any kind of magic I want to, without ever doing it before. I'm catching on really fast." The next morning I came to breakfast and watched Julie eating Cheerios. She wasn't using her hands; instead, her spoon was moving by itself, dipping into her bowl and then flying through the air into her mouth. Mom noticed that and said, "Julie, you know your grandmother doesn't approve of you using magic for fun. You're supposed to do things normally, without using magic, unless you really need to use the magic." "I know, Mom, but Grandma said I could do this stuff for a few weeks now because I need the practice." "Well, just make sure nobody who doesn't know the secret sees you. And make sure you're careful, and don't do any damage." "Mom, know what? Grandma said that when I've mastered magic well enough, I could do a magic show to make some money to save for college, as long as I stuck to standard magic tricks that look like they could be illusions, like other famous magicians such as David Copperfield and Doug Henning. Wouldn't that be fun?" "If Grandma says it's okay, then I guess it's okay. Just be careful." "Don't worry, Mom." Later, while Julie and I were watching TV, she said to me (during a commercial), "You know what, Billy, I know you wish you could do magic like me. Well, you heard what I told Mom about doing a Magic show to save some money for college. If I do a magic show, I'll need an assistant, someone who I can do the tricks with. And it's best if it's someone who already knows I can really do magic - someone else would get suspicious when they saw I wasn't just doing illusions. If you want, you can be my assistant, and I'll split the money with you half- and-half. Well, maybe not half-and-half - the magician should make more money than the assistant, right?" "Magician's assistants are girls." "That's only because the magician's a boy. But if the magician's a girl, then I think the assistant should be a boy. Come on, it'll be fun! You know my magic's real, and you won't get hurt or anything." "You won't make me wear a girl's bathing suit or anything like that, will you?" She laughed. "I'm sure you'd look real cute in one. But don't worry - I won't make you do anything you don't want to, okay? Grandma says I could make maybe ten-thousand bucks a show, if it's advertised right and I sell enough tickets. Tell you what, the first show we do I'll split the earnings with you half-and-half. That means you could make five-thousand buck! After the first show, we'll think of how much money's fair for me to pay you, if you want to do it again." "Well, maybe." I said. "Do I have to agree now?" "No, I guess you can decide later. Just before I start selling tickets I'll want a commitment from you - can't sell tickets and then back out, right?" "Okay, so let me know a few days before you want to start selling the tickets and then I'll make my decision. But we have to do the show somewhere where none of my friends will be watching - that would be too embarrassing." "Okay, we'll figure that out later. Will you help me practice in the meantime?" "Sure," I said. "Cool. Lie down on the floor - on your stomach. I'll make you float in the air - you can see what it's like." That was the first time any magic had actually been done on me, and boy was it cool! I was actually floating in the air! It was like I was flying! I couldn't feel anything under me, holding me up, and I was clearly a good five feet or more above the ground! I could move my arms and legs freely, but I was too far above the ground to touch it. And I felt weightless - I could lie flat without having to exert effort to keep my legs up, even though nothing was supporting me. "This is too cool!" I said. "This is amazing! I can't believe you can actually do this stuff!" My body started to descend, slowly, until I was lying on the ground again. Julie went to Grandma's house to practice more magic. I stayed at home watching TV and doing my homework, feeling jealous. About an hour after she'd left, she phoned me. "Wanna come to Grandma's house?" she asked. "I told her you agreed to be my assistant in my magic shows, and she says that if you're willing, you should come over here and help me learn. She's gonna teach me some really cool tricks." "Okay, I'll come," I said. I got my shoes on and walked over. "Hi Billy, thanks for coming," Grandma said as I walked in. Before doing anything else, she gave me a bowl of soup. She is, after all, my grandmother more than she is a magician. (She doesn't like being called a magician, though, says it has bad connotations.) "Billy," she said after I'd finished my soup, "it's very nice of you to help your sister with her learning. You're a very nice brother. Now, I'm going to ask you to help me teach her a few things, and to let her practice on you. Don't worry, nothing can go wrong - you won't get hurt or anything, I'll make sure of that. But, I want you to know that if, at any time, you want to stop, or if we do anything that scares you or makes you uncomfortable, we'll stop. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Okay?" "Okay, Grandma," I said. I trusted her. "Julie said that she already caused you to levitate at home, and that you weren't scared by that or anything. That's good. I want to teach her a few other cool tricks. They might scare you at first, but I want you to know that you can trust us that you won't get hurt, okay? Let me show you something on Julie first. Julie, give me your arm. Good girl. Now, first I'm going to put a spell on your arm so that nothing I do to it will hurt you. There." I watched her pinching Julie's arm. It looked like she was pinching it really hard, but Julie just watched and laughed. It obviously didn't hurt. "Now this might be a little scary, but it won't hurt." She took a large kitchen knife and drew it across the skin of Julie's arm. It cut deep into her skin, and as she pulled it out, Julie's arm was bleeding quite a lot. I gasped. It was pretty disgusting to watch. Julie also looked a bit disgusted. "Don't worry, kids, it's okay," she said. "Watch." We watched as the blood seemed to move back into the cut and the cut began to fuse together until her skin was as it had been before the cut. No scar or anything. "Wow!" Julie said. "That's amazing!" "Now I'll cut your arm again, but this time you heal it yourself, okay, Julie?" "Okay, I'll try," Julie answered. I watched as Grandma drew the knife across Julie's arm again, cutting deep into her flesh. Julie looked at the gash a little dismayed. Then I saw her close her eyes in concentration. The cut healed up as it had before. "Very good, Julie, you're learning SO fast. Now, the healing spell's an important one. You wouldn't normally use it on self-inflicted wounds, but you can use it if you ever fall and cut yourself or something like that. Just make sure, of course, that nobody sees the magic. Now I want you to try the numbing spell. I'm going to lift the spell I placed on your arm." Grandma pinched her arm again. "Ouch," Julie yelped. "Now concentrate on making your arm numb." Julie closed her eyes in concentration and opened them again. "Okay. Ready?" "I think so," Julie answered. Grandma pinched her again, and she didn't flinch. Then Grandma took the knife and cut her again. Julie didn't complain. Then she told Julie to heal herself. "Now take the numbing spell off." "Wouldn't it be better to just leave it on all the time? That way, I'd never get hurt!" "No, Julie," Grandma said as she went to the kitchen to get a drink. "As much as it might sound good to you, it would be a really bad idea. If you don't feel pain, you won't know when you get injured, and the results could be disastrous. If you ever use the numbing spell, you must always remember to lift it afterwards. Got it?" "Okay, Grandma." Julie pinched herself. "I feel pain again." "Good," Grandma said, returning with her coffee. Watching all this, I was nervous but curious at the same time. "Did it really not hurt when she cut you like that?" I asked Julie. "Not at all! Isn't that so cool?" "Do it to me," I said, nervously. "You sure you want to try it?" Grandma asked. "As long as it won't hurt, and you can make me better afterwards," I said. "Okay. Julie, you do it. Just tell me what you're doing as you do it." "Okay. First I'll numb his arm. There. Now I'll pinch it to make sure it worked. Can you feel this?" I was amazed - I could see her pinching me really hard - in fact, I could feel her pinching me, but it didn't hurt at all. "Now hold still, Billy." I watched nervously as she picked up the knife while holding my arm with her other hand. "Wait," I said nervously as she was bringing the knife towards me. She stopped. "Now Billy," Grandma said, "You don't have to do it if you don't want to. But be brave, honey. You saw how I did it to her - it didn't hurt her at all, and healed completely afterwards. You have nothing to be afraid of." I didn't say anything, thinking about it. "If you're going to be her magician's assistant, you're going to have to be braver than that," Grandma said. "You promise it won't hurt?" "Of course it won't!" Grandma said. "Julie put a spell on your arm." "Alright, go ahead," I said, closing my eyes. Julie held my arm tighter, and then I felt the sharp blade entering my arm. I could feel it cutting into me, but it didn't hurt. "Come on, open your eyes - you already know it doesn't hurt," Julie said. I opened my eyes and gasped at the deep gash in my arm. My arm was absolutely covered in blood, and it was still flowing. It looked like I bled more than Julie had. "I'm starting to feel dizzy," I said. "He's losing too much blood, Julie. Put him back together." A moment later all the blood returned into the cut, and the skin fused together perfectly. I touched my arm, confirming it was back to how it was. "That was amazing!" I admitted. "See? No reason to be nervous." "I'll remove that numbing spell now," Julie said. "Ouch," I said when she pinched me again. "If I cut you now, it would hurt like hell," she said to me. "Thanks for numbing me first." "Now kids, usually, if you're doing a trick like this for show, you won't want it to bleed like that. It's too much for the audience, and makes it too believable. Julie - try doing it again, but this time without any blood. Just concentrate - it'll work fine." I was still a little nervous, but less so, as Julie did the trick on my arm again. This time, though, there was no blood. The knife still made a deep gash in my arm - I could see my arm split open. But there was no blood. Again, after a few moments, she made my arm heal completely. "Now let's try something else," Grandma said. "Julie, yesterday I showed you how to put a sword through an object without damaging it. Let's try putting a sword through Billy's stomach. Now, unlike what you did to his arm, when you do this one, you want the sword passing through him without it damaging any part of him. With the arm, you let the knife cut him, and healed it afterwards. With the stomach, that would be too dangerous. It's possible, but there are too many vital organs in there that you don't want to mess around with. So you want to let the sword pass right through him without it actually damaging anything. Watch me do it to him first. You can do it afterwards. "Billy, please take your shirt off so we can see what we're doing." I did so. I felt quite exposed standing like that in front of them. "Good. Now Billy, take a look at this sword. Looks sharp, right?" "Yes Grandma, very sharp!" She put the sword through a pillow, cutting the thing to pieces. "This sword could definitely kill someone. It's not a toy; it's a real thing. Now, you're going to want to do a few spells here. First of all, you need to numb his stomach." Grandma pinched my tummy demonstrating that it didn't feel pain. "Next, you do the spell I taught you yesterday, and begin inserting the sword. It doesn't really matter where you put it, but it's easier if you don't have to cut through any bones. Here's a good place," she said, touching my stomach with her fingers, a little bit beside my navel. "Okay, here I go," she said. I felt the tip of the sword on my skin. I watched this time as she pushed the sword into me, until the handle was touching my stomach. "There you go - take a look, Julie." Julie looked closely at my stomach and back. I turned my head backwards, noticing the sword sticking out behind me. "Billy, look at this - when I wiggle the handle in front of you, the blade of the sword coming out your back wiggles as well. See? That proves that the sword's actually going through you. Now, when you pull the sword out, you still want to be using that spell, because the blade can cut stuff on the way back as well. There, it's out. If you do it properly, you don't need to heal anything." We went home soon afterwards. Grandma told Julie not to try any cutting spells on me when she wasn't around, but that she could practice other, non-invasive stuff on me, if I agreed. That evening, Julie came to talk to me in my bedroom. "I've been thinking," she said. "There's something we need to practice for our magic show, something I think we should start with. It doesn't really involve magic. Every magician's assistant spends lots of the shows locked up in boxes or handcuffs, right? Well, you've never been in handcuffs. You need to get used to the feeling so you don't freak out when we have to do it on stage. Can we practice that tomorrow? It's Sunday, you don't have to go anywhere." "Uh, I dunno, what d'you have in mind?" "I want to keep you locked in a cage all morning - say, for six hours, after you wake up and eat breakfast. Don't worry, I won't do anything mean to you or anything. It's just so that you get used to the feeling. I'll be real nice to you." The idea made me feel a little nervous. "Where are you going to get a cage?" I asked. "Grandma said she'd lend me one. She said it was a good idea, as long as you agreed to it." "Um, okay, I guess. I mean, I'll decide for sure in the morning." "Okay. Thanks!" she said, kissing me on the cheek. She hadn't kissed me in ages. "Well? What do you say?" Julie asked me the next morning after I'd finished breakfast. "I guess so. But you have to promise not to do anything mean to me." "Don't worry - I'll be really nice. The cage is all set up in my room, and I'll leave the remote control of my TV inside with you so you can watch whatever you want. Okay? Let me get Mom so she can hear you agree to this." She returned with Mom. "Mom, Billy's agreeing to let me lock him in a cage for six hours, to practice for our magic shows." "Are you really sure you want to do this?" "Yeah, it's okay. But make sure she doesn't do anything mean to me." "I'm sure she won't do anything mean to you. But I'm not getting involved in this - if you agree, then you're totally at your sister's mercy until she lets you out. Are you okay with that?" "I guess so." "Okay, Mom, listen to how this is going to work. The object, here, is to make sure Billy doesn't freak out when he's locked up inside a box or something like that. It would be horrible if we tried to do a magic trick and he had a fit when I tried to put him inside a box. So, here's the rules. I'm going to keep him locked up for six full hours. The moment I lock the cage door, I'll start a stopwatch. When it reaches six hours, I'll let him out. While he's in the box, I'll be real nice to him. I'll bring him drinks or food, and let him watch TV, and stuff like that." "What if he needs to use the bathroom?" Mom asked. "I've got it all worked out. If I'm not in the room, he'll have a buzzer he can press that I'll be able to hear all over the house, so he can tell me when he needs to go. I'll take him to the bathroom on a leash and handcuffs, wait outside the door while he does whatever he needs to, and then take him back to his cage when he's done. While he's in the bathroom, I'll stop the stopwatch, and start it again once he's back in his cage." "Okay," Mom said, "sounds reasonable. Now, Billy, let's make one thing straight - you're agreeing to be in the cage for six hours. During that time, even if you get sick of it or scared or something and want to be let out, Julie still won't let you out - no matter what." "Why can't we stop in the middle if I ask to stop?" I asked. "Because, Billy, think about it. If you know that it's only a game, pretend, and the minute you ask to be let out you'll be let out, then it won't feel like you're really locked inside. You want to get used to the feeling that you're really locked up, with no way out, no matter what. Right? Doesn't that make sense?" "I guess so," I said, somewhat unsure. "Okay. You can change your mind any time until Julie locks you in the cage. Once you're locked inside, though, there'll be no way of backing out. And another thing - Julie's keeping all the keys or combinations or whatever, I'm not going to have any. So there will be no point in begging me to let you go - I won't be able to anyway. Now go you two - have fun!" I followed Julie to her room. She showed me the cage she borrowed from Grandma. It wasn't very big - I wouldn't be able to stand up from inside it. The bottom was padded for comfort; the walls and roof were made of silver-colored steel bars. I'd be able to stick my arms out between the bars, but nothing more. She showed me the door to the cage, on one side, and how it locked with a large padlock. I inspected it from outside after she locked it, confirming that once locked, there would be no way to get the cage open without using the key. "Grandma only gave me one key," she said, showing it to me. "And I'm going to be hiding it in my panties so it won't get lost, and so nobody will be able to take it from me." I watched her slip the key under her jeans. Now, I picked this out for you to wear. She held up a pair of my swimming trunks - the electric-blue pair. They were made of smooth, shiny material, and were quite long and baggy. "Why can't I just wear what I'm wearing?" I asked. "Oh, Billy, let's make this fun! If we're doing this, we might as well do this right, right? I don't really have a prisoner's costume for you. But I've always thought those swim shorts of yours were so pretty, and you look so nice in them! You're gonna be stuck in my room for six hours - you might as well wear something I enjoy looking at! I'm gonna put a costume on too, so we'll both be in character." "Alright, I guess." I took the shorts to the bathroom to change. When I returned to her room, she was wearing a short shiny leather skirt, a matching sleeveless vest that ended just above her navel, and matching boots that almost reached her knees. "Where'd you get that outfit?" I asked. "Grandma bought it for me, doesn't it look mean?" she asked. 'Mean' wasn't the word I would have thought - not with her cute, pretty smile. "It came with this," she said, showing me a black leather whip. "Don't worry - I won't use it on you - it's just for effect. Now take your shirt off," she said. "Why?" "Because you don't wear a shirt when you're wearing swim shorts. Besides - you have such a cute tummy - I wanna be able to see it." "Come on, Julie," "You took your shirt off for us yesterday! What's the big deal?" I sighed. "Alright, Julie, if you really want me to." I pulled my T- shirt over my head. I was now wearing nothing but the shorts. "Give me your watch, too," she said. "I don't want you knowing how much time's left." I gave her my watch. "What a yummy tummy," she said, rubbing my stomach with her hand. "But we don't have time to waste. Let's begin." I watched as she reached under her skirt and pulled out the key. She unlocked and opened the door of the cage. "Go on, climb inside." I got on my hands and knees and crawled in. As I did so, she said, "Last time to change your mind, Billy." I thought about backing out, but just as my feet entered the cage I heard metal banging on metal, and a loud click. "Too late," she said, "you're locked in. Wow, I can't believe this - this is so cool! Go on, Billy, turn around and try to open the door - see for yourself that you're really locked in." I tried moving the door with my hands, but it wouldn't budge. I was definitely locked in. I watched as Julie put the key under her skirt. Then she took a stopwatch off a shelf in her room and pressed a button. "Six hours begin - now!" I heard a beep. "You're such a good, sweet brother, Billy! I love you!" She stuck her hand through the bars and rubbed my back. "Here's the remote control for my TV - you can watch whatever you want. And here's the buzzer I mentioned - it rings just outside my bedroom door - see? But it's loud enough that I'll be able to hear it wherever I am in the house. Ring it if you need to use the bathroom or really need something else, but not for no reason, okay? I'm gonna go downstairs and get you something to drink. Want me to bring you anything else?" "How about a bag of chips?" "Okay, if we have one." Julie left her room, closing her door behind her. I heard the click of a lock, and knew she'd locked her bedroom door as well. 'This is no big deal,' I thought to myself. 'I can handle six hours like this.' I examined the cage a bit. It was tall enough for me to sit up straight in it, and long enough for me to stretch my legs out fully. I couldn't lie down straight, though - I had to bend my knees, pulling them towards my chest. The cage was square, so I could turn around and position myself in any direction I wanted to. I laughed. It seemed pretty funny - I'd let my sister lock me in a cage! I was sure none of my friends would have let their sisters take control of them like that. But I didn't mind - Julie was nice enough, we were very close, and I trusted her. My friends would never find out about it anyway, and it was fun. I tried the remote. It seemed that the batteries ran out or something, as the TV didn't come on. So I just sat back with my back against the bars and daydreamed until Julie returned. It didn't take very long. I heard the door click, and then saw it open. Julie came in, still in the leather outfit. Her whip was tucked under her arm, and she was carrying a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, as well as a can of 7- up and a bag of Doritos. She put the food on the floor beside the cage, close enough so I could reach out and take some. I thanked her, took a cookie, and told her about the remote. She said she'd look for some new batteries. "How're you doing in there?" she asked. "Comfortable?" "Yeah, it's okay. A little uncomfortable sitting up against the bars like this - they're hard and cold, and not shaped right to make a comfortable chair-back. But I'm surviving." "Let's see how much time you have left - five hours and fifty minutes. I'm sorry about the bars not being comfortable - I don't think I have a chair or anything like that that would fit inside the cage. You can lie on your back, if you want - might be more comfortable like that." There was a knock on the door and Mom walked in. "Wow, you look so cute, Billy! I wasn't sure you'd really agree to this in the end! How does it feel?" "It's okay, no big deal." "So you like being kept in a cage?" "Not forever, but I can handle it for a little while. I trust Julie to be nice to me." "That's so sweet - you two are such a sweet couple of kids. Julie, call me when he wants to use the bathroom - I want to watch you put the leash on him, and see how he likes that." Julie couldn't find batteries. She said she'd wait until after I'd used the toilet, and then leave me for a while and go to Radio Shack to buy some new ones. In the meantime, she sat on her bed and we chatted for a while. I was lying down with my knees bent, looking sideways at her; she was on her bed with her legs to her side and her head propped up on her hand, looking down at me. I ate some more cookies, drank some more, and finally I told her that the time had come - I had to use the restroom. "Okay, I'll go tell Mom, and then I'll take you." She left the room, locking the door behind her. About a minute later she returned with Mom. Mom was holding a digital camera. "Okay, Billy, sit up with your back against the bars. I have to put a collar around your neck." I watched as she took a leather collar attached to a long chain out of one of her dresser drawers and brought it over. Sticking her hands through the bars, she put the collar around my neck, first buckling it, and then locking it with a small padlock. I turned my head and watched as she deposited the key under her skirt. "Okay, feel it with your hands and make sure there's no way for you to get out of it." I felt it with my hands. It was attached loose enough so it wouldn't be uncomfortable, but tight enough so that I couldn't get it over my head. And it was firmly locked in place - there was no way I could get out of it. The chain was quite strong - I knew it would take some real heavy machinery to cut through it. And it didn't seem to be detachable from the collar. "Now the handcuffs - put your hands behind your back," she said. I did, but said, "Uh, if my hands are locked behind my back, I won't really be able to use the bathroom." "Don't worry," she said as she locked the cuffs to my wrists tightly. "They're just for the way to and from. Once you're in the bathroom, I'll take them off. Do they feel tight enough?" "Yeah, definitely. There's no way I'll be getting out of them." "Good - that's the way they should be." Julie fished around in her panties for a bit and produced the key to the cage. It was hard for me to get out of the cage with my hands cuffed I had to walk on my knees while bending my head forward. Julie helped me a bit. Once out of the cage, she helped me to my feet. The end of my leash was in her hand at all the time. "Next time, maybe we'll blindfold you first," she said as I entered the bathroom. "Which way d'you want to face?" she asked me. "Towards the toilet," I answered. "Okay, let's see how I'll do this - I know. First, I'll lock your leash to the shower-curtain rod. I'll need another lock for that - Mom, hang on to his leash for me while I get it." Mom took the leash in her hand as Julie bounced out of the room. "You look so cute, Billy, I want to tickle you a bit. But I'll wait until after you've peed." How thoughtful! Julie returned with another padlock and locked my leash to the curtain rod. She didn't give me very much slack, so I couldn't bend forward very much. "Now since I'm taking your handcuffs off, I'm going to have to disable you some other way. So I'm going to lock your ankles together - put them together, please." She bent down and I felt the cold metal being locked to my ankles. I was enjoying the attention, and I wanted to impress her by showing her how willingly I was submitting to this. So as she was unlocking my handcuffs I said, "You can leave them hanging, attached to one wrist, if you want, since you're going to be locking my wrists back up immediately afterwards. And actually, I'm sure I can manage with my hands cuffed in front of me. Mom laughed. "You're really funny, Billy - you're really enjoying this!" "It's fun, Mom, I like it." Julie re-cuffed me with my hands in front, as I suggested. Then she and Mom left the room, saying they'd return when they heard the toilet flushing. They left, closing the door but leaving it unlocked. When I'd pulled my shorts back up and flushed, Julie opened the door and walked in, followed by Mom. Julie put her hands on my waist and lifted me up, and carried me over to the sink so I could wash my hands. I didn't think she was really strong enough to lift me, and assumed she used a bit of magic to enhance her strength. After I'd dried my hands, she re-cuffed me behind my back. Then she took the cuffs off my ankles, and began leading me back to her bedroom. As we walked past Mom, she gave me a little pat on the tummy, and another on the butt. "Mom!" I said. "Sorry, but you look just TOO cute - it was too tempting." Once back in Julie's room, she helped me back to my knees and back into the cage. After locking the door shut, she removed my handcuffs. "You know," she said, "we might as well leave the collar on you, I mean it's not uncomfortable, right? Why bother taking it off and putting it on again all the time." "Sure, you can leave it on," I said. So Julie locked my leash about half way to one of the bars. I could still move around, sit up or lie down, but it prevented me from turning around in the cage. I had to keep my head near the same side of the cage all the time. It was then that I noticed that Mom had been snapping pictures with the digital camera all the time. Julie said she'd go buy batteries for the remote. She and Mom left the room, and I heard the door locking behind them. I tried to snooze while she was gone, but didn't manage to actually fall asleep. I daydreamed, imagining what kind of whacky tricks she could perform on me. Just when I thought I might die of boredom, I heard the lock click and she returned. "Okay, I bought batteries - sorry it took me so long, Mom insisted on coming with me and she made me wait while she got a few other things as well," she said. Just as she got the remote working, Mom called up from downstairs, "Julie, Debbie's here." Debbie was Julie's best friend. "Uh, send her up," Julie called back. "Billy, Julie can't know about my magic, so just pretend we're just fooling around and that this has nothing to do with any kind of magic show, okay?" I wasn't too excited about Debbie seeing me like that, but it didn't bother me too much. I knew Debbie pretty well and liked her a lot. She was very nice, and always nice to me. She was also very pretty. If she'd had a brother who was my friend, I'd probably have protested her being let into our secret like this. But seeing as she was an only child, and I figured she was nice enough to keep it to herself and not spread the word around, I didn't express any opposition. "What's going on here?" Debbie laughed as she entered the room and saw where I was. "Oh, we're just playing a game, Billy and I," Julie responded. "Wow, you two look so cute - I love your outfit, Julie," "Thanks, my Grandma bought it for me, uh, for Halloween." "That's so cool! Billy, are you really locked in there, or is it fake?" "See for yourself," I responded. "Looks real to me," she said, after inspecting the cage, the door, my collar and the chain. "Wow, you're a really good brother!" "Thanks." Debbie was really cute. She was wearing a jeans skirt that ended just above her knees, and a small, tight T-shirt. Her breasts were beginning to form - they were still small, but noticeable sticking through the T- shirt pulled tightly against her body. Julie hadn't started developing there yet. "Billy, can I join in the fun?" Debbie asked. "Sure, why not, be my guest." I responded. "What can I do?" she asked. Julie asked me what I wanted to let her do to me. "Um, you can let her cuff my hands and feet, if you want. Just don't leave me like that for too long, please." Julie showed Debbie how the cuffs worked, handing her the keys. I sat up near the side of the cage and placed my hands behind my back. Debbie gave my bare back a rub and then I felt and heard her lock the cuffs to my wrist. This time, Debbie put the chain of the cuffs outside the bar, so I was locked by my wrists to that bar. Then she moved around to the other side of the cage and said, "Straighten your legs out." As I did so, the legs of my shorts slid upwards, revealing most of my thighs. With my hands locked behind my back, I couldn't do anything about it. "Uh, could you pull the legs of my shorts down a bit, Julie?" "Why, you've got great thighs, you look nice that way," Debbie responded for her. They never did straighten them out for me. Debbie locked the other cuffs to my ankles, again, around the back of a bar. Just as she did this, Mom came into the room with her camera. "Oh," she said, "I have the perfect thing to finish this off." She left the room. A minute later, she returned with something in her hand. She knelt behind me and stroked my bare back. It felt nice. "Billy," she said, "Do you mind if I put a gag on you?" As I opened my mouth to ask what a gag was (I didn't know yet), she popped some kind of rubber ball into my mouth. The ball almost filled my whole mouth. It was attached to two strings, and she quickly tied the strings firmly behind my head. With the ball in my mouth, I couldn't talk. My mother and the girls giggled and joked about me. They stroked me all over and told me how cute I was. I never felt so powerless and vulnerable in my life! Yet, it was fun. I didn't feel threatened or anything, it was just a game. "Wow," Debbie said, "He's really excited!" I now noticed that the three females had their eyes focused on my shorts - specifically on the little tent in them. I was easy-going - that didn't really bother me either. I used the buzzer to tell them I needed the bathroom. Even though they were in the room, I had no other way of communicating that to them. They unlocked me from the bars, but re-cuffed me right away. This time, they left my ankles locked together for the journey. They also added a blindfold to my face. I felt myself being picked up, off the ground, by two people - I assume Julie and Debbie. In the bathroom, Julie removed my blindfold after locking my leash to the shower-rod. She re-cuffed my wrists in front of me, and left the room. After flushing, she lifted me up and carried me to the sink like before. Only as she lifted me up, my shorts slipped down a bit, and when she had placed me in front of the sink, the top of my crack was sticking out of my shorts. All three females noticed this and giggled. Mom pulled them back up for me - as high as she could, pulling them snug against my private parts. Soon my wrists were locked behind my back and I was blindfolded again. The girls returned me to my cage. Instead of releasing my cuffs for a moment, this time they used some other kind of rings or something to fasten them to the bars. They didn't bother removing my blindfold once I was locked in the cage. Maybe they forgot - I had no way to remind them with the gag still stuck in my mouth. I also felt someone put their hands on the legs of my shorts and move them upwards as much as they could, exposing my thighs. Julie and Debbie chatted for a while about all kinds of things, unrelated to me. I listened - it wasn't very interesting, really, but it helped pass the time. Once in a while I felt a hand rubbing me somewhere on my body, so I assumed they were sitting close to me. I was actually disappointed when I heard Julie say, "Hey, look at the time - we've gone half an hour overtime. Sorry, Billy. We'll let you go now." They started by removing my blindfold. With my vision back, I could see that the legs of my shorts had been pulled up very high, so high that the material between my legs was pulled tight against my groin area and the shorts were bunched up sort of in a triangular shape somewhat resembling a Speedo-style swimsuit. This allowed the girls to see the shape of my private parts pretty clearly. I wasn't too pleased with that, but I was still completely powerless to do anything about it - even powerless to say anything about it. I was removed from my cage with my wrists still cuffed behind my back, my ankles still cuffed together, still on a leash, and still gagged. The girls helped me to my feet, and the legs of my shorts fell down, back into place. Again, though, the top of my shorts also slipped down a bit, and Debbie made a comment about my cute crack showing. She then hiked my shorts up for me, but like the way my mother had done, she hiked them up way to high. My gag was removed next, and then my ankle cuffs, and finally my handcuffs. Julie was still holding the end of my leash, tightly. "This has been so much fun, Billy, that it's hard for me to let you go! I feel like someone who has to set their favorite pet free into the wild. "Don't worry, Julie," I said, straightening out my shorts, "It was fun for me too - we can do it again sometime." She gave me a hug. Finally, my leash was removed, and I changed back into regular clothes. Seven full hours had passed since the time I was first locked into the cage, and the time I was released from my leash. * That afternoon, Julie went over to Grandma's house to learn more magic. Grandma said they didn't need me that time, but that she'd come over to our house in the evening to supervise Julie practicing some tricks on me. When Julie got home, Mom said to us both, "Oh good, you're home. I just got off the phone with Auntie Linda and Auntie Laura." Those were Mom's two sisters. They each had a daughter around my age. Their daughters didn't know (supposedly) about the magic, but they and their mother (my maternal grandmother) did. "I emailed them the pictures I took of you in your cage, and they called to tell me how cute you are. Anyway, I invited them and my mother over tonight to see a sneak preview of your future magic show. Dad's mother will come too, so Julie will be able to do the more complicated tricks." "When will they be here?" I asked. Mom checked her watch. "In about half an hour," she said. I followed Julie up to her room. "We don't have much time to practice," she said after closing the door. "I think I can do most of the tricks okay even without practicing. I'll wing it. I just want to try hypnotizing you, because Grandma says there are a few people in the world that are harder to hypnotize." "What will happen to me?" "Oh, nothing, don't worry. I'll put a spell on you and you'll feel like you're falling asleep. Only you won't really fall asleep. But you'll lose all your power to make decisions and stuff like that. I'll tell you to do stuff, and you'll do it, without having any way to resist me, no matter what." "Really? What if you tell me to do something totally outrageous?" "You'll do it - you won't have a choice. It's kind of dangerous, really - if I told you to jump off the roof, you'd do that too without thinking twice. But don't worry - I won't do anything to you that will damage you - at least not permanently." That sounded scary. But before I had much time to think about it, I saw Julie waving her hands at me. A moment later I felt myself falling asleep, and I worried that I'd fall (because I was standing). Julie caught me from behind and helped me back to my feet. I can remember everything that happened after that. I didn't fall asleep after all. But I felt really strange, like I was high or something. I felt like I couldn't even remember how to lift a finger, or blink an eye. "Tell me your full name," Julie said. "William Andrew Thomas," I answered. "Bend down and suck on my big toe," she said, kicking off her slippers. I did so, and continued sucking until she told me to stop. "Get inside your cage." I did, and she locked the door behind me. "Tell me where your secret hiding place is." "Behind the back-board of my closet." Julie left the room and came back holding a sports-illustrated swimsuit edition that I'd borrowed from a friend from school. She waved her fingers in front of me like she had the first time. "Hey, I can't believe I actually told you that! Please don't tell anyone about that magazine - and I'll have to find a new hiding place now." "You're really easy to be hypnotized, you know? Let's do it again, only this time try to resist me. In fact, we'll try it without you even facing me. Turn around and try with all your might not to be hypnotized. I'm going to try to hypnotize you, and tell you to take your shoes and socks, and shirt off. Hey, what are you wearing under your jeans?" "Underwear - please don't make me take off my jeans." "Okay, I'll stick to the shirt, socks and shoes. But you try to resist with all your might. Don't take them off, whatever you do. Okay?" "Okay, I'll try." I turned away from her and tried with all my might to resist her taking control of me. At the same time, I was nervous that she'd succeed anyway. When I felt that strange sleepy feeling coming over me, I knew I'd lost. A few seconds later I was back out of my spell, but my shirt, socks and shoes were in Julie's hands, far away from my cage. And I remembered taking them off and handing them to her myself, just as she asked me to. "This is spooky," I said. "You're really easy to hypnotize, you know? I bet I could hypnotize you without even being in the same room with you - like from the other side of town or something! Anyway, don't worry - even though I can do it, I won't hypnotize you to make you do stuff you don't want to do. I'll only do it when you ask me to, or in a magic show where it's part of the act, or something like that." "Thanks. What other tricks are you going to do in the show?" "I dunno, I suppose I'll start with silly easy ones like linking rings and stuff like that. I'll put all the props out on a table, and you'll bring them to me when I ask for them, the way a magician's assistant does. Here - come out of the cage and I'll show you what I have." She unlocked the door and let me out. Quickly looking around, I didn't see my shirt anywhere. "There are rings here that I can link and unlink like this. Ropes that I can cut and piece back together. Um, let's see, I can break a glass and then fix it. There are scarves and things here too. I'll just take this whole box to the living room and we'll play it by ear. "Now in THIS box I have the restraints and things that I'll use on you during the more exciting tricks. See - I have handcuffs and ankle- cuffs. Here's a straight-jacket - I don't like it, though - too bulky, and it covers too much of your body. Let's see what else - oh, I'll need knives and swords and things - those are in this case here. Okay, so let's take these three things downstairs and then we'll come back and work out our costumes." "What tricks are you going to do on me?" I asked, a little nervously, as we returned to her room. "Oh, the standards, I suppose. I'll make you hover in the air, I'll make you disappear and reappear inside a box. Uh, what else - I could twist you or shrink you but I'd need special equipment for that and I don't have any. I'll stick swords through you - I did that to you yesterday, you already know what that's like. I'll hypnotize you of course and make you do some funny things." "What funny things?" "Oh, I dunno, maybe quack around like a duck or something. I haven't decided yet. Maybe I'll ask the audience what they want me to make you do." "Nothing too embarrassing, please." "Don't worry. Oh, and for the grand finale I suppose I'll cut you in half." I gulped. "That's real too? Not an illusion?" "No, it's real as can be, Billy! Grandma taught me how to do it yesterday but made me promise I wouldn't do it to you without her being around to make sure I don't mess up. You won't feel a thing because you'll be asleep when I do it. Actually, you'll be more than asleep. See, Grandma says that I should freeze your body before cutting it so that I won't have any problems about blood circulating and things like that. So you can't be awake. She said it's possible to do it while the assistant's still awake, and without freezing them, but it's a lot more complicated, because all those veins and things that run through your middle carrying blood and oxygen have to be dealt with. You have to let the blood pass through the air invisibly. It's a very difficult trick. So I'll just do it the easy way, with you frozen. Of course, that doesn't mean that you'll be ice cold - I can freeze your body's circulation and everything without reducing your temperature. If someone touches you, you'll be as warm as normal. But you'll be unconscious, and you won't be breathing, or have a pulse. After I put you back together, everything will return to normal." "Are you sure it's safe?" "Of course. I did it yesterday on Grandma's cat - it's not very hard, really. And anyway, Grandma will be there watching. "Now we need to find costumes. Too bad we don't have time to go out and buy some real magic-show costumes. Let's see what I have. Hmm, I guess I can wear this black dress with black pantyhose - that'll look magical enough, I guess. Would you mind if I put you to sleep while I changed?" "I could leave the room if you want." "No, that's not necessary. Lie down on my bed for a second and I'll just put you to sleep with hypnosis. Once I'm done changing, I'll wake you up." I lay down on her bed and watched as she started waving her fingers in front of me. Within seconds I felt that strange sleepy feeling coming over me, except this time it got stronger and stronger until I felt my very being slipping away from me. I know that sounds scary, but it didn't feel scary - I felt very peaceful and content as it happened. Weird, right? Well, magic's supposed to be weird, I suppose. It was such a pleasant feeling that for a moment I actually felt a bit disappointed when I felt my consciousness returning to me and felt Julie's hands stroking my face and chest. "Wake up sleepyhead," she said. I opened my eyes and was surprised at what I saw. She had changed completely. I mean, not just her clothes. She was wearing a really cute little black velvet dress, of which parts (the shoulders, back, and stomach) were made of sheer black cloth that allowed you to see what was underneath. The pantyhose on her legs was the same color as that. The top part of the dress until her waist was skintight; after that it flared out a bit emphasizing her rounded butt. On top of all that, she straightened her usually-curly hair, and had applied makeup. She looked absolutely stunning. Looking at her like that, I felt that she wouldn't need to use any magic to have me under HER spell! I stood up and she spun around for me, modeling her outfit. "Do I look good?" she asked. "Yeah," I admitted. "Magical?" "I dunno, I guess so." "Good. Now let's get you a costume." She began looking through her drawers. "Shouldn't we look in MY room for a costume?" I asked. "Nah, I already know what all your clothes like - believe me, you don't own anything appropriate. But don't worry - I have just the outfit picked out, and it's unisex. Let me see where I put it - here!" She pulled out a little piece of fabric and held it up. "I can't wear that!" "Sure you can - it stretches!" She was holding a unitard - it looked sort of like a girl's one-piece bathing-suit, except that on the bottom it looked like a pair of shorts. It was a turquoise color, with large black five-point stars all over it. "That's a girl's outfit - I've seen you wear it to dance class." "I told you it's unisex - boys wear these things too when they do wrestling and stuff like that." "I don't wear spandex." "Why not? It's great - it's really comfortable, trust me." "I'm don't want to wear it - please don't make me." She looked at me. "Oh, Billy, if you're worried I'll use magic to make you wear it, then stop worrying. You don't have to wear it if you really don't want to. But tell me, why not? It'll look great, and it's really the kind of thing a magician's assistant would wear - it'll make us look professional. Why don't you want to wear it?" "It'll let people see my private parts." She laughed. "It's not see-through, silly! When I wear a bathing-suit, can you see my private parts?" "Yes I can. I mean, the shape of them. And anyway, it's different for boys - they have, you know, stuff in the front that would stick out - I saw the way swimmers who wear those Speedo things look on TV." "Oh, come on, Billy, don't be so shy! Anyway, I don't think yours is very big yet, it probably won't be that noticeable - at least if you try not to think about those magazines I saw in your hiding place! Now tell me, really, why do you look at those magazines?" "I dunno, because my friends do, I guess." "You're too smart! But why do THEY?" "Uh, probably because their older brothers do." "And why do THEY?" "Because they look nice and their fun to look at... you know, they're... sexy." "And do you think it's okay for those girls to dress like that?" "Why not?" "Well then it should be okay for boys to dress in ways that GIRLS will enjoy the same way, don't you think? I mean, if you can't wear something like that for me and other girls to enjoy, then you shouldn't be looking at pictures of girls dressing like that." I was stumped for a moment. Then I said, "Nobody forces them to dress that way - they do it willingly." "Look, Billy, tonight it's just us family anyway. But it's important that you wear it for the magic show - the magic won't have the same effect if you don't. Truth is, for the magic, all I really need is for you to wear something that's like a shirt and a pair of shorts attached together - it doesn't really have to be skin-tight. See, before I cut you in half, a member of the audience is going to inspect your outfit to make sure it's completely one piece, with no cuts, holes or tears in it. Then I'm going to cut right through your stomach, from side to side. After that, I'll put you back together, but when the person from the audience inspects you again, they'll see that your outfit's been sliced in half, on all sides. That'll prove that the blade actually went all the way through you. If I had another piece of clothing for you to wear that wasn't spandex and was still one piece, then you could wear that. But I don't, and we don't have time to go buy something - and they're gonna be here any minute! So please, just this time at least, wear it for the show. You can wear other clothes on top and take them off only for the last trick, which will be the cutting-in-half trick. Before we do it again, we'll go to a store and buy you something else to wear, okay?" "I dunno, Julie, I feel really funny about it." "Look, at least try it on here in my room where it's just the two of us. That way you can see how it looks and decide if it's really that bad." "All right, I'll try it on. Where should I change? I don't want to have to leave the room incase someone's walking by." "I don't think anyone will be walking by. But if you want you can change in my closet - I think there's enough room in there for you to stand up." I entered her closet and closed the door. "Leave your underwear off - you don't want people to be able to see lumps under the suit." Julie said from behind the door. The thing was REALLY smooth and REALLY soft. It was also REALLY tight; I felt it pulling at my groin, and pulling into my butt-crack a bit. But she didn't have a light in her closet and I couldn't see how I looked. "Are you still the only one out there?" I asked. "Yeah, let's see it already. I hear people downstairs." Julie opened the closet door herself. "Wow, you look adorable! Come here and look at yourself in the mirror." I had to admit I looked cute, but it was REALLY tight! You could definitely see a small bulge poking through the material in the front. I looked at myself from the side and was surprised that my butt looked so round - I never noticed that when I was wearing regular, loose clothes! I looked from behind, and was surprised some more - it was so tight that it pulled itself up into my butt too high - I didn't want people to see me like that! I felt very embarrassed and self-conscious. Still, despite feeling totally exposed, I couldn't deny that I looked very cute. "I think it looks fine - no, it looks great! You look adorable! Don't worry about your butt - it's so cute! And in the front, well, there's a bump there alright but it doesn't stand out too much. I mean, everyone knows you're a boy - you don't want them thinking you're a girl, right? So it doesn't really matter if they see a bump there - they know it's there anyway." "Do you have one that's a little bigger?" "Um, we don't have much time but I'll take a quick look. I don't really think I do. If you want, you could wear a leotard - I think this leotard's a little looser. But you probably don't want to wear that. You could wear this cute pink one, but I think it's about the same size. Maybe this one would work better - it'll be longer on your thighs, though." "It's pink too." "Just a little bit - it's mostly black. Boys can wear pink too." It was plain black with pink trim and pink stripes going up the sides, and the insides of the legs. The word 'Candy' was printed in big pink script letters across the chest. "This might also be better because the back's a little higher, I think." I tried that one on and stepped out of the closet. This one was even softer and smoother. It didn't think it fit any looser, though - if anything it was even tighter, and I told her so. "Yeah, you're right - looks about the same on your butt. Well, it's your choice - they're both about the same for me. Which one d'you pick?" "I dunno, I guess I'll stay with this one since I'm already wearing it. You're sure it doesn't look ridiculous on me? I mean, I feel weird having you and Mom, Mom's two sisters, and our two grandmothers being able to see my private parts like this." "Don't be silly - you look great. It's perfect. Tell you what - if you act well, tonight after our show I'll model some of my bathing-suits for you, like those girls in that magazine. Okay?" "What about this?" I asked, pointing to the 'Candy'. "Well, it's true - you do look delicious like candy! But if you want, I'll change it. Watch in the mirror." I watched as Julie slowly rubbed her hand over my chest. Wherever she rubbed, the letters came off as if she was wiping a chalk-board! Then, she made a fist and extended her index finger. She began rubbing it across my chest, as if she was writing. And as she did so, the same pink lines reappeared, only this time, they appeared as she wrote them: 'Billie'. "That's amazing!" I said. "You should do that as part of the show! But, why the 'ie' on the end of 'Billie'? Shouldn't it be spelled with a 'y'?" "I think it looks cuter that way. Since I'm doing the writing, I get to decide, right? Now here - we've got to get downstairs - put your pants on top." But my pants didn't fit right anymore. The smooth, slippery material, maybe coupled with the way it gripped my stomach and waist so tightly, made my pants seem big on me, and even after I tightened my belt an extra notch, they still fell halfway down my butt. "What do we do now?" I asked. "I dunno... actually, I have an idea. I have a pair of loose running- shorts that look about the same as the swimming-shorts you wore yesterday... here they are... same color exactly, just they're a little shorter and don't have a lining. Here, step into these... yes, they're perfect! The best thing about these, is that they have a drawstring so we can tighten them as much as is needed." She grabbed the waist of the shorts and pulled them up a bit more, so that they were resting on my waist, not on my hips as I had placed them. The bottom of the shorts was now snug over my crotch and its contents, making them more visible. Also, in back they were pulled tighter against my butt. While they weren't skintight like the unitard, they still managed to make my butt look really rounded. Tired of arguing, I didn't say anything about it. "The spandex shorts just peak out a little bit on the bottom - it looks adorable. Now we'll find you a t-shirt - here, this one's big, it should do." The t-shirt ended just a little bit below the waist-band of the shorts. If I bent over a little, a bit of the unitard covering my stomach or back would stick out. "Kids, are you ready? Everyone's here and waiting," Mom called out from downstairs. "I'm coming right down," Julie called back. "Now listen quick," she said to me silently. "I'm gonna videotape the whole thing so you'll be able to see anything you miss while you're locked up or unconscious or stuff like that. You wait up here - I'm going to start the show alone, and in a minute or two I'm going to make you appear on stage, magically. So just wait here. Now another thing you need to remember: A magic show, besides being a display of magic, is a show. It's an act. And the assistant's part is no less important than the magician's. Besides enjoying watching the magician perform tricks, people enjoy watching the assistant willingly submit to the magician's seemingly scary ideas. You need to smile a lot, even giggle, act like you're having the time of your life. Flirt with me and the audience. Even act kind of dumb or clueless. Whatever you do, don't hide your body - show it off, it's part of the show. Especially when you're only wearing the unitard - make sure you stand in ways that allow your audience to see you. Don't put your hands in front of you - put them on your hips, or behind your head, or something like that. You're supposed to be on display. Really, that's what's going to make our show more exciting than standard magic shows, because in our show it's a boy who's acting the part of the assistant. So you have to make sure you act like one. Don't be shy. And be prepared for the audience to flirt with you - in fact, they may even touch you. They probably will, you look so cute. If it happens - even if they touch your butt or something - act like you like it. Flirt back. Remember, you're acting - that's part of your act. Now I gotta run - I'll bring you downstairs in a minute." Then she snapped her fingers, and had vanished. I stood there thinking about her last little speech. I hadn't really thought about that part of being the assistant, and I didn't really like the idea. I mean, I didn't like the idea of playing that part myself. I thought back to the magic shows I'd seen on TV, and the ways the assistants acted. She was right, that's the way they act, and it does add to the show. 'But I'm a boy,' I thought to myself. 'Boys aren't supposed to act like that!' It was too late to back out, though. She was already beginning the show, and whether I liked it or not, I'd be zapped onto the stage in a minute. I tried opening her door a bit, thinking I could hear a bit of her show from up there, but her door wouldn't open. I realized she must have locked me inside. So I sat down on her bed and waited. A minute or two later I felt that weird sleeping feeling coming over me until I blacked out. [From now on I'm filling in some of the details based on the video I watched after the show.] The 'audience' - Mom, my two grandmothers and two aunts, as well as twenty other surprise guests (all female) were sitting in our living room in a semi-circle, facing the central area we had set up as a stage. They were talking to themselves, occasionally glancing at the door, waiting for Julie to enter. "Hi everyone," Julie said, standing behind them. That startled everyone. "How did you get in?" Aunt Linda asked. "I didn't see you come in the door!" "Magic, that's the idea of this show, isn't it?" Julie asked. Julie walked to center-stage. "Now, tonight I'm going to show you a few acts of magic - they aren't illusions, so I won't call them 'tricks', but 'acts'. And of course, a word of caution before I begin - kids, don't try this at home!" Everyone laughed. "Where's Billy?" aunt Laura asked. "I was just about to get to him. Now, no magic show's the same without a lovely assistant, right? Aunt Laura, since you asked about Billy, why don't you come up on stage and inspect this metal box for me. It has thin, solid walls, right? No trap doors or anything like that, right? No holes, no cracks, no false floors?" "Looks solid to me," she said. "Now, the box fits on this base like so." She pl