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Never Insult a Kinky Female Magician
By: Kittie Bigracks
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I stepped into the theater and breathed a sigh of relief that I didn't
look too out of place. Normally, I wouldn't have ventured into the
newly refurbished downtown district; a severe allergy to hipsters kept
me away. At least that's what I told myself. In truth, the grandeur and
history of places like this appealed to me, I just didn't think I'd fit
in.
I was worried my nerdy t-shirt and jeans combo would stand in stark
contrast to the red floor and gold walls that spoke to the gilded
majesty of a bygone era. Much like the starlets who used to grace the
silver screen here, the old girl's age did nothing to hide the beauty
that radiated from within. The only thing I was radiating was fear and
anxiety.
I had won tickets to the magic and hypnosis show the theater was
playing host to that night in a radio contest and decided that I
couldn't waste the opportunity for a fun night out. I floated around
the lobby noticing people standing around chit-chatting while waiting
for the show to begin. That's when I noticed a beautiful woman standing
near the entrance to the main stage.
Her 5 inch, purple stiletto heels accentuated the calves which were
presently covered by white lace fishnets that ran all the way up to
matching purple shorts. The contrast of white against her tanned skin
made every curve pop and that was even more true of her white corset
which was causing her generous breasts to nearly spill out over the
top. A purple jacket with tails and a jaunty top hat completed the look
and drew attention away from the curves to the dark raven hair,
beautiful white smile and purple eyes she was presently using to survey
the room.
Noticing she was alone, I went to say hi, if for no other reason than I
was bored and she would at least be nice enough to return conversation
as an obvious member of the show. So as not to startle her I called as
I approached, "Hi, excited for the show tonight?"
She beamed and returned a similarly upbeat, "Yes. I love this moment
before a show where I'm not quite sure what will happen, particularly
when I see so many people excited to watch erotic magic and hypnotism."
No one had said anything to me about this being erotic, but I thought
surely it couldn't be that bad, after all it's a performance. "You
really don't know what's going to happen even though you're the
assistant?" I asked.
She looked stunned for a second and fixed her eyes on me. "I'm the
magician hun; one of you lucky people is going to be the assistant."
She gave a sweet laugh as I stammered out an apology.
"Oh, gosh, I didn't know, I've never been, I just assumed, I'm s-
sorry." I half smiled, half grimaced. Fortunately, it seemed she took
it in stride. She clapped my back and continued speaking to me, though
I didn't quite catch what it was she was saying. I hung my head to
signify my repentance and hide my shame, though it only brought her
perfect cleavage into my line of sight. I must have messed up again
because I ended up staring and she had to snap to get my attention back
to the conversation at hand.
"Were you even listening?" she said playfully.
"Uh, yeah, totally," I said, not wanting to seem like a jerk again.
"Well I better go find my seat" I yelled over my shoulder as I scurried
off, depriving myself of the opportunity for further embarrassment.
I had a few moments of respite before the lights dimmed, for which I
was grateful. Lesson learned, assumptions are bad. Fortunately, the
show started before I got too up in my head.
The woman I had met strutted to center stage and announced herself in a
booming voice, "I'm Cassandra the Mistress of magic and hypnosis. But
you can call me Cassie," she said with a playful wink. "I know many of
you might not believe in magic or hypnosis, but tonight I will share
with you proof that the most incredible, mesmerizing, erotic things can
come true."
Some small pyrotechnics went off as she hit her mark on center stage.
"Of course, as you can see," she gestured to the stage, "I have no
assistant. So one of you lucky folks will be able to join me in my
performance." Again, a smattering of applause went up for this
vivacious performer.
"Now, I would never force anyone to perform with me," she smirked,
"which is why at this time I'd like to ask for volunteers."
My hand shot up immediately against my will as I stared awestruck and
tried to reason with it to return to the armrest. I saw a few
halfhearted arms in the air throughout the crowd, so maybe I was in the
clear.
"You there, the eager beaver," the magicians voice boomed throughout
the room, "why don't you come on up?" With horror I realized that she
was looking and pointing directly at me. Reluctantly, I moved past the
other guests and made my way up to the stage.
"What's your name, young man?" Cassie asked.
"Bradley," I whispered.
"Well Bradley, today you mistook me for an assistant. Don't you think
it's only fair that you become my assistant to make it up to me?"
"Yes!" I responded instantly though internally my brain was screaming,
demanding to know what the fuck I was doing.
"Good," she said and stared deeply into my own eyes. I couldn't help
but become transfixed on the purple rings of her eyes.
I heard a snap and felt quite disoriented. "Now Bradley, I've just
hypnotized you to obey my commands, do you understand?"
"I do," tumbled out of my mouth.
"Good. Now typically, I like to get to know a little bit more about my
assistants before we put on a show." She turned to the audience with
the last few words, which elicited a hearty chuckle. "Bradley, I
command you to tell us about yourself."
"I'm 21, nerdy, going to college, pretty smart, but not very
confident," I answered.
"And how many girlfriends have you had?" Cassie responded.
"Three," I answered honestly.
"Ohhhhh," she said and turned to the crowd again, "quite the ladies'
man. And did you have sex with these women?"
This was becoming ridiculous, I didn't care if I was on stage, I wasn't
about to answer questions about my sexual experience in front of a room
full of people. "No." The answer surprised me as it came forth.
"See any of them naked?" she continued.
"No" I said again.
"Kiss any?" she fired back.
Defiantly, I answered, "Yes, the last one," before I admitted against
my will, "But it was only once." I started to panic slightly.
It seemed as if Cassie noticed this because she whispered, "I command
that you feel good about sharing the truth with all of us." Immediately
a dopey grin spread across my face, knowing I had been so truthful.
Cassie turned to face the crowd and walked to the front of the stage.
"That explains a lot ladies and gentlemen," she projected. "Tonight
before the show, Bradley asked if I was the assistant for the act." She
paused as a loud guffaw passed through the theatre. "I think he doesn't
have enough experience with women. But I want him to speak for himself,
let's see why he thought I was the assistant."
She turned to face me again. "Bradley, be honest now, why did you think
I was the assistant?"
"Because you're super hot." I didn't have to be coerced into that
answer and I hoped the flattery would win me some favor particularly
since I had to be honest about it.
It didn't. "Oh, so hot women can't be the best at their jobs... is that
right?"
"No," I spat out quickly, realizing my mistake.
"Then what specifically about my hotness made you think that?" she
pressed.
"You had really slutty heels and fishnets on and a corset too, trying
to draw attention to your body," I pleaded.
"Got it," she said, "anyone with attention grabbing clothes must be an
assistant."
"No," I said again, "you also had huge tits." Wrong answer again.
Cassie demanded to know what I thought about with tits like hers and I
answered honestly that I wanted to fuck them.
"So just because you want to fuck my tits," she grabbed them for
emphasis, "I must be an assistant?"
"No," I practically groveled. "It was also that smile, I thought you
wouldn't be that smart if you smiled at everyone that much."
Strike three, Cassie pounced, "So being dumb, smiling, having huge
tits, and wearing a slutty outfit. You must have thought I was some
kind of bimbo. Is that right?"
I struggled against myself but eventually had to answer, "Yes."
Cassie once again strode toward the front of the stage. "It appears
that our friend has a little misconception about what makes a bimbo.
What do you say we educate him?" The cheering from the crowd reached a
fever pitch.
Once again the magician walked toward me, this time pulling out what
appeared to be a gnarled stick. "This is when the magic begins," she
said under her breath.
"Let's get him into something more comfortable," she proposed while
waving her wand across my body. Suddenly my clothes began to change. My
sneakers transformed into 5 inch pink heels. As I struggled to balance,
my jeans quickly began to shrink into a pink, plaid micro skirt. My
boxers had also disappeared, letting my ass and dick hang below the
hemline. My shirt similarly transformed into a see through white blouse
that bared my midriff.
I quickly tried to hide what was hanging out the front of my skirt,
before Cassie intervened, "Bradley, I command you to know that
everything I say is the truth. You enjoy showing off your body. That's
why you're in such a slutty outfit. Do you understand?"
The world spun for a second, "Oh yeah, I love dressing slutty to get
attention," I admitted and did a quick twirl that spun the skirt up
over my ass completely.
"Hmm, we may have to work on the body," Cassie said aloud. "No proper
bimbo has hair below the neck," she said, and one wave made sure all of
it was gone.
"And you're poking forward in all the wrong places." She gestured to my
penis. Another wave of the wand and I felt it shrink into a vagina.
"You really should be poking forward up top," she aimed her wand right
at my chest. My new boobs quickly surpassed an A, B, and C cup, coming
to land somewhere between a double and triple D, but still undeniably
perky. Without a bra, my hard nipples and areola were showing through
my stretchy white top.
Finally, Cassie pointed the wand to my hair, which made it turn blond
and fall in ringlets around my shoulders. I caught a glimpse of myself
in a stage mirror; I looked like a walking wet dream. The magician
snapped me out of my shock by asking, "So you look like a bimbo, and
you're dressed like a bimbo, does that mean you're a bimbo?"
"No," I said firmly.
I was pleasantly surprised to see that it came out in my normal,
masculine voice, but apparently that was an oversight. "Ooops," Cassie
said to the crowd, "forgot something." She quickly waved her wand at my
throat and face saying, "There you go my little valley girl, how do you
feel now. I even gave you some nice plump lips and pink makeup."
I responded, eager to show I wasn't some sex toy, "Like, I'm totally
not a bimbo. I'm soooo, smart and stuff. Why doesn't anyone believe
me?" I stamped my foot in protest, but all it did was make my new boobs
jiggle to the delight of the audience.
"I'm sure you are honey." Cassie played up the scene for the audience's
benefit. "In fact, you're so smart that even though you know your name
is Brittney, you can respond to Britt or Britt-Brat or any other number
of fun names."
"OMG!" I stared in shock. "My name is Brittney, I mean Britt. Like why
are you trying to call me something else, my name has always been
Brittney." Somehow, that still felt wrong, but I didn't know why.
"Ok, ok," Cassie said, "we'll call you Britt. So are you a bimbo now?"
I was happy she was calling me by the right name now, but I still had
to correct her, "No, bimbos have to be really dumb."
"Ah of course," came the reply, "and how smart are you? A 110 IQ?"
"As if," I answered in disgust, "my IQ is 125." I had been very proud
of that for a long time. Even if I wasn't the most popular, people
always knew I was smart.
"Actually your IQ is 100," came Cassie's sharp reply. My brain felt
like mush for a second, but it solidified quickly. I had never been the
smartest, but I had done well. I was in college, but not getting the
best grades.
"Did I say 100, I actually meant 80," Cassie's voice rang out again. I
knew she was right, school had been hard, but I loved talking with
people. IQ wasn't a sign of happiness or ability, just some dumb test.
Thinking wasn't my best trait, but I always had lots of friends around
to help me. I began to smile broadly thinking about all the cool people
in the audience that I could meet.
Cassie was talking to the audience again, something about volunteers.
She brought three guys to the stage and made them strip naked. Or I
guess I should say encouraged them to do so by promising some type of
reward.
Two were quite hung, while the third was a little less than my size
prior to this evening. She rewarded his confidence by making him fuller
and longer than either of the other two. She then approached me again
saying, "So, you look like a bimbo, you dress like a bimbo, you smile
like a bimbo, and you're dumb like a bimbo. Surely you must want to
fuck these guys like a bimbo."
I recognized my previous statement, but I didn't want to fuck any of
them. I recognized that they were attractive, but I just had no desire
to have sex with them. "Ummmm, like, no," I responded, "I just like
totally look and talk like a bimbo. Doing bimbo things is just like
grody; I'm not even horny. For realizes!"
"Ahhhh, so we have our answer folks. Our precious little Britt-Brat was
wrong, there's more to a bimbo than an outfit, looks, and reduced
intelligence. It also requires horniness. Let's put this to the test."
Cassie then turned to me saying, "Brittney, your mouth, ass, and tits
will feel like an erogenous zone that equals your pussy. In fact all of
them, including your pussy will be five times more sensitive than they
are right now"
I ran my tongue against my lips and nearly collapsed. That and the
sheer fabric against my nipples caused my new pussy to leak
uncontrollably.
Not stopping there, Cassie added, "But it's not enough to make your
body feel good. Your brain needs to be consumed with thoughts of sex.
"Brittney, you are permanently hornier than anyone you've ever thought
was a slut or bimbo. You're insatiable drive for sex consumes your
mind. You can't help yourself; you must act on your impulses."
My brain turned fluid once again as it swirled into a haze that only
allowed one idea to stand out: I want to feel good. I found myself on
my hands and knees when I was finally focused enough to see the world
around me.
Cassie asked me, "Brittney are you a bimbo now?"
I wasn't sure, I just wanted to get off so badly. "I, uhh," I tried to
think, but the naked guys at the side of the stage were distracting me.
"That's ok sweetie," she cooed, "just answer this are you totally hot,
dressed slutty, super dumb, and constantly horny.
I knew this one, "Ohmygod, like totally! That's totally meee!"
"Then you're a bimbo," Cassie smiled, "And good bimbos get to fuck as
much as they want, so long as they always cum last. Go practice on
those guys over there."
"Yay!" I squealed.
I ran as quickly as I could into the embrace of the newly enhanced guy
since he was the biggest and began to make out passionately. I guided
him down to the ground and impaled myself on his dick, shooting
electric waves of pleasure through my mind that made me see stars. I
motioned for the other guys to find a hole as well and they were happy
to oblige.
I loved the feeling of deep-throating the guy in front of me as I was
double-penetrated from behind. But, it didn't take the first guy long
to cum in my tight ass. As he pulled out, some dripped down onto the
shaft of the guy below, adding even more lubrication.
The guy on bottom was also putting his mouth to good use, sucking on my
newly sensitive tits. Between my soft, pillowy lips and the moans I was
making as a result of my nipples being played with, the guy in my mouth
came next. I sucked down each drop and made sure to lick his member
clean before focusing on the guy remaining.
Apparently, Cassie had given him some extra stamina as well. I rose up
to ride him cowgirl style, going up and down on his dick faster and
faster, my moans getting even sluttier and more explicit. I raised one
of my breasts to my mouth, licking it and causing my pussy to clench in
ecstasy. The sight or my tight grip on his cock finally pushed him over
the edge. I felt wave after wave of hot cum land deep inside me,
triggering my own orgasm which echoed around the entire theatre and
lasted for several minutes.
"That was quite a performance Brittney," the magician said with a slow
clap as she called me to center stage and excused the guys back into
the audience. "Let's have a big hand for her." The audience clapped
appreciatively.
"Well, unfortunately, we can't leave you like this, so it's time for
you to REVERT." She punctuated the last sentence with a quick flick of
her wand. Suddenly I was transformed back into the guy I had been
normally. Not knowing what to do, I rushed off the stage.
The audience laughed again as I found my seat and tried my best to turn
invisible. "Well, it looks like our friend found a valuable lesson in
the difference between hot women and a bimbo. Thank you everyone and
goodnight!" With that she disappeared into a puff of smoke.
Half out of shock and half out of embarrassment, I stayed in my seat as
people began to leave. Some laughed as they passed, some high-fived me,
more than a couple gave the "call me" sign. By the time I was the only
one left I had made up my mind. I needed to go backstage and find her.
It wasn't too difficult, I knocked on the door with a star and she told
me to come in. Though, in truth, she looked a little miffed when she
saw me. "Look," she barked, "I had you sign a contract saying this was
ok, don't get any funny ideas about a lawsuit or the police."
"No-no-no," I responded quickly, "I wanted to thank you and ask you for
a favor."
Cassie raised an eyebrow; apparently not sure how much she was willing
to believe me.
I continued, "Tonight was the best night of my life. I felt confident,
hot, and happy. In my normal life I could never hope to feel all of
that at once. I'd like you to make me a bimbo permanently."
Cassie was taken aback, but had run into this a few times if her next
question was any indication. "Bradley I command you to be completely
truthful with me. Do you truly think you'd be happier as a bimbo than
you are in your current life?"
"I do, I promise," was my response.
"Will you becoming a bimbo hurt anyone like your family or a
girlfriend?"
My answer was, "No; I have a few friends but no girlfriend or family.
No one would be hurt by my becoming a bimbo."
Her final question was sincere but unexpected, "How do you feel about
me, knowing that I hypnotized and transformed you in front of a room
full of people. Remember that you must be honest."
I responded in the only way I could, "I love you Mistress Cassandra,
you've given my life new meaning. I feel better than I ever have before
and I beseech you to guide me as your personal bimbo."
I saw a kind smile part her lips. "I've always hoped to have someone to
share this with," she said and pointed her wand at me once again.
I resumed my bimbo form, outfit, and mindset immediately - experiencing
immediate joy at the thought of my new life.
I saw my Mistress slowly peel down her shorts to reveal her beautiful
slit and tease me, "Oh bimbo Brittney, you still have more work to do."
I lapped at her pussy until we were both exhausted, loving the new life
that Cassandra had blessed me with.
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This was written as a one-shot story, but I could see Cassandra and
Brittney finding new ways to have fun with audience members as they
travel across the country. Please leave feedback or email me at
[email protected]. As a new writer, your comments mean the world
to me and, as I said in the intro, get me really hot. Thanks for
reading |_|
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