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(I'd like to extend full credit to the author of Randal The Magnificent?
for coming up with the imagery I borrow in this story. That story struck
a cord, and I've given up hope of seeing it's conclusion. So, thank you
Randal, for the ideas.)
Alex sat alone in his bedroom at the group home. The fifteen year old
had had a rough go of it. His mother had passed on years ago, and his
father had recently committed suicide. Unfortunately for Alex, that left
him all alone. As a ward of the state, he had been transferred to the
home until a more permanent residence could be found.
Alex was small for his age, skinny and pale. His brown hair a tussled
mess. Setting there on the bed, he was lost in thought, not really
knowing what to do next. All he knew for sure was that it was all
dreadfully unfair.
He was brought out of his quiet contemplation by the sound of a knock on
the door. Turning around, he was surprised to see an odd man walk in
before he could manage an answer. The stranger looked to be in his late
thirties, with dark slicked back hair and a outrageous handlebar
mustache. He wore a ruffled yellow shirt, red trousers, a pair of
wingtip shoes, and a terribly ugly blazer with a playing card motif.
"Hello there Alex!" he said merrily.
Alex didn't really know what to make of him. "Uh, hi. Do you work for
the home or something...?" He inquired.
The man gave Alex a knowing grin, before saying, "I don't work for the
home, no, but, I am here to help. I suppose you could consider me a
case-worker of sorts. Yeah! That'll do, I'm your case-worker!"
The man shook Alex's hand and sat down next to him on the bed.
Reflexively, Alex backed away a bit. "Case-worker?"
The odd man chuckled, "In a manner of speaking." Looking Alex over
before he continued, the man seemed to take measure of him with his
viewing. "Sad case yours, Lost your Mom at a young age, Dad killed
himself when some business dealings fell through, and now all alone.
Tsk-tsk."
Alex looked down as the man recounted what had befallen him. It was
blunt, but all true.
"What makes your case special, is that the most recent woes in your life
can be traced back to one particular family." the man said as a
predatory grin crossed his face.
Alex's eyes went wide, "You mean, you know!" he asked.
"That Mr. Paul Larsen screwed your dad over, that he dangled a deal in
front of him, and turned around and gave it to someone else. Your poor
old man banked on that promised deal and was blown out of the water when
it proved to be a negotiating tactic." The man shook his head
sympathetically.
Alex was so surprised, he had come to that conclusion long ago, and yet
everyone treated his Dad's suicide like some accident or something.
Larsen had driven him to it. Alex was shocked, but happy that someone
understood his anger.
"I also happen to be aware of the fact that Mr. Larsen's son is a school
mate of yours, Paul Jr. is it?" the man continued.
"Yeah, I went to school with Paul Jr. He's two years older than me and
he made my life a living hell even before his Dad ruined my Father. He
tormented me constantly." Alex testified, pleased at being able to
discuss what had until now been only in his own thoughts.
Continuing to shake his head, the strange man spoke with sympathy,
"Yeah, those Larsen's really have done a number on you." Looking up, a
devilish glint shone in the man's eye before he continued. "That's where
I come in. All of these events and motivations, injustices and wrongs
line up to create just the kind of situation I'm looking to get involved
in." The man stood up and paced a bit. "Do you know how magic works
Alex? Not stage stuff and showbiz, but actual honest to God magic?"
"Uh, no, I guess not..." Alex said, suddenly leery of where this was
heading.
"Magic is a very interesting thing, when you use it, it becomes more
powerful. Enacting it causes it to build in strength." he closed his
eyes as he continued to explain. "Magic feeds off of the intensity of
the emotions involved in its creation, those that result from its use,
and those that are used to direct it. Your situation, your anger, your
desires, they are just the kind of thing I need to jump-start my
powers."
Alex didn't know what this guy was smoking, but this was getting too
weird for his taste. "Look mister, I don't..."
Before he could finish the man cut him short. "Alex, I know this isn't
something you're used to dealing with, but give me a chance, and I'll
give you the revenge you've been yearning for."
After he said it, Alex considered his words. He did hate those Larsen's.
Looking into the stranger's eyes, Alex decided to see where this thing
could take him. "Okay. Tell me what you have in mind; show me what you
can do for me."
The man's predatory grin returned. "That's the spirit. Always take a
chance for vengeance, that's what I say." The man walked over to Alex's
packed suitcase. Opening it, he started to rifle through the contents.
Alex was about to protest when the man pulled out what he was looking
for. "Hey! That's private!" Alex shouted, shocked that the man knew that
it was in there, and embarrassed that someone else had known he had it.
"It", was an image snipped from a magazine. Alex had seen it years ago
and clipped it out, saving it all this time. As a boy entering the
beginning stages of puberty, it had fascinated him. In the image, a
group of ten dancers in a chorus line high kicked in unison. Ten
beautiful women, all young and vibrant, with smiles on their faces,
dancing their hearts out. All were dressed in the same costume, a sexy
female tuxedo. Dress shirts with blue bow-ties on the fastened collars,
blue tailored jackets that fell just below the belly button, a yellow
cummerbund about the waist, blue briefs, dark tights with a back seem
clearly visible on their up-swung legs, and surprisingly high heels. The
image of repeated beauty had tantalized Alex for a long time.
Now it just humiliated him. He was horrified that the stranger had
pulled it out. Before he could protest, the man said, "It is a great pic
kid! Look at all those legs, they go on till Tuesday, don't they?" He
asked not expecting an answer. "We'll need this for what I have in mind.
Want to get some pay-back and have a good time in the process kid?"
Alex didn't know what to make of it all, but he did like the idea of
revenge. "What are we going to do mister?" he said, smiling.
(Several Weeks Later.)
Paul Jr. was miserable. His Dad and Mom were having their friends the
Merrils over. Sitting through a dinner with two middle aged couples
wasn't exactly the 17 year old boy's idea of a good time. Paul Jr.,
P.J., was a good looking boy. Blond hair, muscled build, he was
definitely a big fish in a small pond at school. As he looked at the
other diners, he thought about all of the other much more interesting
things he could be doing with the evening.
His Dad, Paul Sr., was a good looking guy in his late forties. With the
same blond hair, dark tan, and only a slight paunch, he was actually
quite handsome. His wife, Sheila, was a pretty woman also in her late
forties. Sheila had short black hair, and vibrant blue eyes. She was
trim to the point of being slightly skinny.
The Merrils were a little worse for the wear. Larry was about his Dad's
age, reasonably fit, and balding. His wife Nan, only in her early
thirties, was pretty, but also more than a little chubby. She wore her
hair up in a bun.
P.J. was bored to tears by it all, but he put on a good show. Had to
keep on the old man's good side after all. After his Mom and Nan cleared
the table, all of them retired into the rec room for the night. Paul Sr.
was in the middle of some boring story about venture capital when the
doorbell rang.
Seizing the opportunity for a break, no matter how brief, P.J. leaped up
and hurried to the door. "I'll get it!"
Walking out into the foyer, P.J. pulled the large front door open.
"Hello?"
A strange man dressed in a red tuxedo stood on the front step. A red tux
with black trim, and a black top-hat with a red band made a striking
fashion statement. He had a big grin under his handlebar mustache.
"Hello there young man! I've been hired by associates of your Father's
to put on a bit of a show." he said as he offered an envelope to P.J.
Opening it, P.J. read it aloud, "Faust's Illusions and Events.
Entertainment of a Devilish Nature." More than a little leery of the
whole thing, P.J. looked the guy over before saying, "Uh, okay. Come on
in I guess."
The outlandishly dressed man followed P.J. down the hall and into the
rec-room. Everyone there stopped talking and focused on the strange new
visitor. "It's for you Dad, I guess the partners got together and hired
him for tonight."
Paul Sr. looked over the introduction and smiled slightly at the new
guest. "Mr., Faust is it? Someone hired you to put on a show?" he asked.
"That's right sir. I'm a bit of a reward for all of the stunning
successes you've brought to the firm. I'm the best money can buy. Give
me a little while, and I'll show you some real magic." the man said,
bowing before him as he tipped his hat.
Looking at each other with grins, the guests nodded amongst themselves.
"Okay Mr. Faust, show us what you got. I'm always up for a thrill."
P.J. rolled his eyes a bit as he walked over and sat down on one of the
bar stools. A magician? This evening was going from bad to worse fast.
For the next hour, the greasy guy went through a bunch of standard stage
magic. Card tricks, interlocking rings, dove tricks, hell, he even
through in a damn rabbit out of the hat bit. The only thing worse than
having to sit through it all, was watching his parents and the Merril's
phony "ooohs' and "aaahhhhs".
After going through the last trick and bowing to the group's applause,
Mr. Faust went into his big finish. "Thank you, Thank you, my good
people. Always happy to have the opportunity to perform. I'd like to
close out the evening's retinue with something very special. I'll need
you all to assist me."
Walking over to the bar, Faust began to pull the barstools out into the
open area in front of the fireplace. When he had finished, a line of
five equally spaced stools were lined up at the end of the room. "If all
of you would be so kind as to take a seat, I'll show you something
extraordinary." He said, gesturing to the line of stools.
The two couples walked up and took their seats on the bar stools, Mrs.
Merril struggling a little to get comfy. P.J. kind of hung back, it was
bad enough having to watch this shit, now he was going to have to take
part.
Looking at him, Faust said, "Come on boy, don't be shy, I promise you
this won't be like anything you've ever seen before."
The others started urging him to come on over and take a seat, his dad
was especially vocal. "Go on Junior, this will be fun!" he said with a
dopey grin on his face.
Exhaling hard, P.J. gave in and walked up to the last stool, sitting
climbing up and sitting on it. After he was in position, Faust stood out
in front of them and took off is top hat. "I'll need a few accessories
for this trick." he chuckled.
One by one, he pulled out large bolts of red satin fabric, tossing them
with great flourish to each of the seated guests. P.J. had to admit,
that was pretty good. The damn things were huge!
Walking behind P.J., Faust reached around him and pulled up the fabric.
"I just need you to put this over your head young man."
Lifting it above his head, Faust dropped it over P.J. who found his head
poking through a small opening. It fell down over him like an over-sized
barber's cloak. The red satin material completely covered him, leaving
only his head visible. From behind him, Faust tightened an unseen cinch
in the neck hole, making it snug around P.J.'s neck.
"Just stay seated as I prepare you all. You're going to be quite amazed
when I'm finished."
For the next several minutes the greasy magician walked behind each
seated dinner-guest and draped the red satin cloaks over them as he did
with P.J. Finally finishing up with Mrs. Merril on the other end.
"Oh my, that's a little tight!" the chubby woman squealed.
Faust chuckled before reassuring her. "Don't worry my dear, only a
momentary discomfort."
Walking back out before them, Faust reached into his coat pocket and
pulled out a small metal rod. With quick motions, he began pulling out
extensions of it, bending them into place as he did so. When he had
finished, he had a large easel. The tarp covered audience "oood" and
"aaaaaahd" once more.
Standing to the easel's side, Faust next pulled out what appeared to be
a business card. Unfolding it over and over again, he produced a large
glossy poster, which he put up onto the easel.
The image on the poster was a line of high kicking dancing girls. P.J.
thought the whole thing was getting weirder by the minute.
Rubbing his hand together, Faust walked over to the end of the poster.
He began to pull small strips of blue satin cloth out, draping them up
on the poster. One after another, he stuck them on the board, over the
body of a dancer, until only her smiling face was visible. He did this
five times in a row.
Standing back, Faust raised his arms out wide before speaking. "Ladies
and gentleman, for my big finale, I will now produce an effect unlike
any you have ever witnessed."
Closing his eyes and lowering his head, the greasy magician began to
moan. Building in volume as he slowly raised his head back up, he ended
it with an unintelligible scream. Just as he did, lightening flashed and
thunder rolled. The lights went out, and a flame erupted briefly from
the fireplace.
P.J. squirmed in his seat as he heard the other four, his parents and
the Merril's gasp in surprise. In that instant, P.J. felt an odd
tingling wave wash over him from under the red satin tarp. Still sitting
on the stool, he briefly lost all feeling.
When the lights came back on, P.J. could see Faust standing before them
with a demonic grin on his face. To his surprise, he found that he was
unable to move. Weirder still, something felt wrong. He felt incredibly
uncomfortable. Looking down the line at his parents and the Merrils, he
found that each of them wore looks of confusion on their faces as well.
None of them spoke. P.J. tried to say something, but found himself to
weak to utter a word.
Walking back over to the poster, Faust began to pull off the blue strips
of satin, one at a time. To P.J.'s surprise, the image was altered. The
smiling faces of the first five dancers no longer had the bodies they
had had originally. Now, in mid kick, were the dancing bodies of P.J.
and the other guests! Looking as if they had been there for the
photograph, his Father's, Mother's, Mr. and Mrs. Merril's, and his own
body were attached to the pretty little dancers on the poster. Still
unable to speak, P.J. looked down at the red satin sheet covering his
body.
Laughing once more, Faust shouted to them, "Now my lucky, lucky
audience, raise your right legs out from the stool!" As he said it, P.J.
found his right leg lifting out, still covered by the tented material.
"Now, go ahead and pull the fabric off of your limb!"
Slowly, P.J. grabbed the fabric from underneath and pulled it back from
his extended leg. As it pulled away, a high-heeled foot was revealed! As
more and more fabric was drawn back towards him, P.J. found that the
extended leg was identical to one of the dancers. A long lovely woman's
leg clad in dark tights. Horrified, yet unable to utter a word he looked
down the row of other seated people. Each of them was making the same
terrible discovery. Each had a lovely female right leg extended outward.
"Now my lovely audience, stand up and uncover the fantastic new bodies I
have given you!"
With new found energy, P.J. found himself doing as he was told. He
leaped up pushing the satin covering up and off of him. Looking down, he
found a living breathing body to match the image that his body had
replaced on the poster. He stood there mouth wide open, legs apart and
arms wide, looking down at the shocking sight. He now had the body of a
woman! Looking at the others, he could see he wasn't alone. His father's
handsome head now sat on the shoulders of a lovely young lady dancer,
clad in a sexy tuxedo. His mother's shocked face now had the athletic
young body of the young black dancer in the picture. Balding Mr. Merril
was running delicate fingers up and down his new female form, and chubby
cheeked Mrs. Merril began to cry. None of them could manage to utter a
word.
"Okay group, line up as you know you should!" Faust ordered.
With no idea why he was doing it, P.J. strutted forward in his new high-
heels. Each of the five did this, lining up and linking arms so that
they were in their kicking chorus position. In unison, their heels
stomped down onto the floor as they took up identical positions. Their
incongruent heads looking back and forth at each other in bewilderment.
P.J. just couldn't understand how or why this was all happening. He was
a woman from the neck down for Christ's sakes!
As they all stood their, unmoving save for their confused heads, Faust
walked back out to the front door. He returned a few minutes later with
a thin young man. Squinting, P.J. recognized him as Alex Danby, a little
creep he picked on at school. He grunted as he tried to say something.
Gesturing to the arrayed dancers, Faust said, "Well my boy, what do you
think? I really have outdone myself this time! Some damned lovely work
if I do say so myself!"
Alex looked on them all in awe, Faust had told him what was going to
happen, but he hadn't really believed he could pull it off. It was all
so bizarre. They sure did look freaked out, especially the guys!
Getting a little more thoughtful, Alex turned and looked at Faust, "They
look good, but can they dance?" he asked.
With a fiendish smile, Faust snapped his fingers. The stereo in the
corner sprung to life, beginning to play a Broadway orchestral piece.
"You heard the man ladies and gents, get those beautiful gams a
kicking!"
At his command, P.J. found the lithe new legs of his scissoring back and
forth, kicking up and out as he shifted from one to the other. The
pounding of five pairs of high-heeled feet dancing echoed through the
room. In perfect unison, they were dancing. P.J. looked over at Alex,
who had a demonic glint to his eyes.
To Be Continued...
Latisha
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