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I had been catching up on my paperwork when my secretary Shannon buzzed
the intercom. "Mr. Tate, Mrs. Kreiger's sent Randal Mcgee to see you."
I sighed as I pushed my chair back from the desk a bit and pulled my
glasses off. I enjoyed most of the tasks my job as a high-school
principal entailed. However, dealing with the likes of Randal Mcgee was
a pain in the ass. I'd been a principal for almost twenty years, gray
long ago creeping into my hair and beard. Gray that had no doubt been
produced by having to deal with students like him. Every class had a
Randal Mcgee. A weird kid that just didn't fit in with anyone. No
friends and no ability to blend into social situations made them a
constant headache.
Cleaning my glasses, I hit the button and answered Shannon. "Send him
on in Shannon."
I had just placed my spectacles back on when Randal strolled on in. He
was a skinny kid, sixteen years and pale as a sheet. His bowl cut black
hair didn't do him any favors towards fitting in. Randal wore his
typical scowl, obviously not thrilled to be in meeting with me. I
smiled a bit, knowing full well that the feeling was more than mutual.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company today, Randal?"
"I was daydreaming and Kreiger..." he began as he sat down across the
desk from me.
Interrupting him, I corrected his first misstep. "Mrs. Krieger?"
Exhaling in a small bit of frustration, Randal took my lead. "MISSUS.
Krieger went ballistic." Looking up into my eyes he added, "It's not my
fault that none of this means anything to me."
For a moment, I'll admit I was thrown. Randal's eyes always threw me
for a bit of a loop. Their ghostly pale blue could really send shivers
up one's spine. Just another feature that conspired to keep the kid out
of step with his classmates.
Regaining a bit of composure, I slipped into my old reliable answers.
"Mrs. Krieger and the other teachers aren't her for you Randal. You're
here for them. I wish you would take advantage of the opportunity they
present. A wealth of knowledge lies before you and I'm afraid you're
letting it slip through your fingers."
Staring directly into my eyes once more, causing me to blink, Randal's
answer was quick and biting. "I'm not interested in anything they know.
I've already learned all I need. I've studied and am ready to start
down the path I want to."
His smugness pissed me off a bit; I'm not ashamed to admit. The little
prick sure did think he had everything laid out.
"Oh really Randal? I'm so sorry that we've wasted your time. Pray tell
what education have you managed to pick up that's prepared you for the
real world? What information have you come upon that's negated not only
the need for your high school education, but post-secondary options as
well?" I was more than a little interested to hear what exactly
Randal's big plans for. I was sure that I would get a good laugh.
"I'm going to be Randal the Magnificent. I've studied the arts of magic
and am going to awe the world with my power, talent, skills, and most
importantly of all; showmanship." He stated proudly, crossing his arms
in front of his chest for good measure.
It took every ounce of will power at my command not to erupt into a
symphony of laughter. A Magician! Could this kid be any more hopeless?
His big plan for the future was to become one of those guys in a greasy
tuxedo that moved rabbits about and produced doves from their sleeves.
Shaking my head and biting my tongue, I managed to stifle my urge to
burst into a laughing fit.
Apparently I didn't hide my inclination as well as I had hoped because
Randal snapped to immediately. "I can sense that you doubt my eventual
success."
I had never met a kid who talked like Randal.
"I can demonstrate for you if you wish. I can quite easily perform
feats here and now that will show you once and for all that my magical
talents are without compare." he said, looking at me expectantly.
Looking at him a bit cockeyed, I got caught up in my reverie and spoke
without thinking. "Fine Randal. You go ahead and show me your little
tricks. Go ahead and wow me with your powers. Show me that your
teachers are wasting your time." I sat back and smiled, sure that this
could only get more and more amusing.
Randal sprang up and waived a fist. "Fantastic! I'll give you the show
of a lifetime Mr. Tate!" Randal stepped back and began to pace back and
forth muttering, "What to do? What to do? What to do?" under his
breath.
I followed his pacing back and forth for a little bit when he suddenly
stopped and announced, "I've got it! I've got just the sequence!"
"Mr. Tate, would you please have Ms. Armstrong come in? I need an
assistant." he said, watching me expectantly.
Smiling a bit, I was more than a little smug. Sure, why not let Shannon
get a load of this kid's nonsense. I'm sure she's up for a laugh.
Hitting the intercom button I said, "Shannon, would you please come in
here."
A moment after my release of the button, Shannon chirped over the
speaker, "I'll be right in sir."
It was always a pleasure to look at Shannon. As she walked into the
office, I surreptitiously looked her over. Shannon Armstrong was a
beautiful young woman of 24 years. She wore her brown hair short, and
had lovely green eyes. Her compact 5 foot 4 inch frame was a sculpted
work of art. She had it displayed particularly well today in a blue
skirt-suit. A tailored jacket and white silk top hugged her lovely
breasts and cinched in on her tiny waist. The hem of her skirt fell
just above mid thigh, displaying her fantastic legs in their tan hose.
She wore cute little blue flats on her feet. My wife had always been
uncomfortable with my dazzling little secretary.
"Shannon, Randal here is going to put on a bit of a magic show for me.
Would you mind assisting him?" I said, winking at the finish.
With a look of bemused apprehension Shannon finally answered,
"OOOkayyyy. I guess so." before looking over a little dismissively at
Randal.
Randal looked Shannon over before starting the show. "Yessssssss." he
hissed. "You'll do quite well Ms. Armstrong. But I'm afraid you aren't
dressed appropriately to be my assistant."
With great flourish, Randal began to pull some kind of red cloth from
his pants pocket. On and on he pulled, producing an every lengthy
amount of fabric. It piled on the floor a bit before he finally reached
its end.
Holding its edge aloft, Randal showed us that it was some kind of Red
sheet. Shannon and I watched, we were both a bit confused. "Would you
be so kind as to drape this over your body Ma'am." he said, passing the
sheet to Shannon.
Tentatively Shannon reached out and took the offered fabric, looking it
over.
As she began to wrap herself in it, Randal gave her direction. "That's
good, that's good. Just cover yourself up with it. Wrap all around and
pull it over your shoulders."
After a bit, Shannon had covered her whole body, only her head was
visible. "Now, all I need to do is put this on you." Reaching back into
his pants, Randal bulled out a black bowtie mounted on a choker.
Walking over to Shannon, he placed it on her neck just above the
sheet's material.
Standing back with his arms raised, Randal chanted, "Zeddaaaaabeeee,
Zeddaaaaafeeee!" before clapping his hands three times.
Shannon looked confused for a moment, as getting a chill. Letting go,
she let the red sheet fall to the floor, revealing her body once more.
To our astonishment and awe, Shannon's attire had drastically changed!
The bowtie around her neck met the white collar of a very tight dress
shirt, over her shoulders and arms Shannon wore a small tight tuxedo
jacket. The shirt ran down her body, where the edges of her tight
little midsection met a blue cummerbund. Below her waist, Shannon wore
French cut briefs; a dark satin material covered her crouch, as her
legs from toe to upper thigh were sheathed in hose. Shannon teetered in
black patent high heels that had at least a five inch heel. Shocked,
all she could do was stand there and marvel at her new garments.
I was incredulous as well. I had no idea how Randal had pulled it off.
I couldn't even manage to speak.
"H-how?" was all Shannon could mutter.
Smiling Randal merely said, "Magic my dear. Magic."
Feeling her body up and down, Shannon took it all in. I have to admit,
the outfit really did things for her. She looked like a sexy little
chorus girl.
"For my next feat, I will produce another astounding effect. Ms.
Armstrong would you please stand at attention."
Shannon looked over at me, as I gave her a reassuring look.
Reluctantly, she stood straight and brought her arms to her side.
Randal then retrieved the red sheet from the floor and pulled it up,
obscuring my view of Shannon.
"Zeddeeeeeppeee, Zeddeeeeeeeneeee?" Randal shouted, before letting the
sheet fall to the ground.
To my amazement, Shannon was gone! She had vanished in that instant!
With growing admiration, I stood and began to slowly clap. "I'm so
sorry Randal. You were right! You do have talent. How did you pull off
these tricks in my office? Surely you have to use all kinds of
equipment!" I said, not grasping how either feat had taken place.
"Would you like to see the lovely form of Ms. Armstrong again Mr.
Tate?" Randal said, a gleam in is eye.
"Yeah, yeah... go ahead and bring her back."
With a malicious grin, Randal gave me a bit of direction. "Go ahead and
close your eyes Mr. Tate." In awe, I closed my eyelids tightly. I
couldn't wait to quiz Shannon about how he had done it.
"Zeeedeeeeemeeee, Zeddeeeeeekreeeeeee!" Randal barked.
I was suddenly overtaken by the oddest sensation. I felt a tightening
around my throat, just above my Adam's apple. A strange tingling,
electric feeling started there and passed downward, rushing over the
length of my body. I grew nauseous as a wave of dizziness overcame me.
Regaining my senses, I took a step forward to re-establish my balance.
That step felt odd. My ankle and foot seemed to be at a most bizarre
angle. As my eyes fluttered open, I could see why.
The foot I had just stepped on was a dainty affair clad in
preposterously high heels. That foot joined a long, contoured shaft
that was a leg, which ran up to meet the rest of a body that was alien
to my senses.
My eyes grew large as I looked down at what had become of me. Shannon
had indeed reappeared. That is to say most of her. I now found my head
sitting squarely on her neck and shoulders. The stunning young woman's
body I had just seen put on display in a feminine tuxedo, was now mine!
My mouth hanging open, I could not help but to gaze down at Shannon's
petite and sexy form.
"Now that's a feat for the ages wouldn't you say Mr. Tate?"
All I could do was stand there awestruck in horror. The familiar
sensations of my former body had been replaced by the supple softness
of Shannon's. I teetered in high-heels, my legs hugged by the embrace
of the fabric of the tights. Two large weighty mounds now pulled at my
chest. I could feel the slender fingers and delicate wrists of
Shannon's hands. Most horrifying of all, I could feel the absence of my
manhood. A warm void now existed where it had once been.
"What did you do to us?!?!" I stammered.
"I should think that was obvious. Oh well, I'll give you a better
look." snapping his fingers, a cloud of purple smoke sprang into
existence. As it dissipated, a full length mirror took its place.
To the confirmation of my earlier vantage point, I now saw the
nightmare that had befallen me. My rather large looking, very male head
now sat on the neck of my beautiful young secretary Shannon Armstrong.
Bizarrely, all I could think of was of that comic book character
Zatanna that I remembered from my grammar school days.
"Randal! You have to fix this. Give me back my body! Bring Shannon
back!" Along with my own situation I still had no idea where Shannon
had been sent.
As an evil grin slid across his lips, Randal slowly walked around me,
appraising my new female body. "Not so fast Mr. Tate. We have to fully
consider the situation we now find ourselves in." he said, obviously
aroused by the sheer sexuality of the body I had become burdened with.
Involuntarily shuddering at his leering gaze, I found myself suddenly
enraged. Stomping forward on my stilettos, I reached out and grabbed
his lapels. "Listen here you little bastard! I don't know what kind of
deviant and perverted thoughts are springing up in that brain of yours,
but you had better reverse this or there will be hell to pay!"
Smacking my hands away, a fire sprang in Randal's cold eyes. "I don't
think so Bob." he said, obviously relishing calling me by my first
name. "I hold the cards here. If things don't go as I wish, you end up
being a hot little bitch for the rest of your days."
Helplessly, not knowing what to do, I backed away, carefully stepping
backwards on my ridiculously high heels. He was right. If I didn't
follow his lead, I could be stuck like this, to say nothing of whatever
had become of poor Shannon.
Striding confidently around my desk, Randal took a seat in my chair,
putting his feet up on the desk's cluttered surface. His feet came to
rest on the paperwork I had just been working on, just a short time
ago, when everything had been normal.
Swallowing hard I managed to whisper, "W-w-what do you want?" terrified
at the possible answers a teenage boy could produce.
"Let's not rush into things here Bob." he said, putting his hands
behind his head. "We have a lot to discuss, and there's no reason to
rush." A chill ran down my new spine as I looked into Randal's cold
eyes.
What a scene it was. A smug self-satisfied teen and me. Middle aged Bob
Tate, with the sexy young body of my secretary, dressed like a refuge
from a Broadway musical's chorus line. I had no idea how any of it
would play out.
Jane
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