This choice: Leave Tyler as a woman and continue the performance • Go Back...Chapter #4Leave Tyler as a woman and continue the perform... by: Zeronominous   Tyler was about to shout after the old shoddy magician again, when he had turned around to joke to the room full of laughing audience members, not liking one bit being ignored after he'd asked something so vitally important. This body and its feelings being way too real to be just some crummy kind of illusion he would be under. There was no way this was hypnosis either, he hadn't seen anything that could have put him under had he? Even as hard as it was to believe that magic was a thing, it paled compared to believing that this incompetent old fogey had access to it.
However just as he was about to shout again, Mortie had turned back away from the audience and was looking back his way, there was something in the old man's eyes that hadn't been there before, a sort of intensity or even madness. Anger unlike any that was advisable to show any member of a public when one was a performer. Tyler glared right back and huffed in an almost all too feminine manner despite the still masculine voice, he put his arms down and started to ball up his hands into fists. If the old fart wanted to throw a fit and stink eyes his way, he was ready to put him down with a volley, a torrent of his own baleful biting words.
The magician had other ideas in mind then a shouting match though, and this indignant attitude the young man was still putting airs of after being shown actual genuine magic just simply wouldn't do one bit. He nodded softly to himself, this one needed to adjustment, a bit of a lesson in life perhaps. He made a move of his arm and summoned his wand with a flair that he had not really shown so far, the ineptitude a part of his charming act to make the audience laugh and have a good time. He cleared his throat lightly with his mind made and getting the laughing audience's attention back.
"Dear me, I said I was gonna make a lovely assistant didn't I? But this one doesn't seem to be that lovely at all!" He declared with a laugh.
"What's that sup-!" Glowered Tyler, before stopping himself. "Know what? Don't care, just undo your little...whatever this is!"
"Silence!" Mortie quickly said with probably a bit more bite then he had meant to, as even part of the audience grew a bit quieter and tense.
Tyler was about to retort once again, but Mortie was quick to point the wand his way and start speaking in a strange arcane way that seemed to resonate deeper then his actual tenor timbre would have made sense for. It wasn't long before he realized that his lips wouldn't accede to his demand and open up to let him holler the magician again, as he stayed there and stared he quickly found out that he also couldn't move from the spot suddenly, back slightly straightening up and causing the breasts under the blouse to bounce and appear just that bit perkier.
"Te rogamus, ut haec forma vocales et ventis mandare in propriis!"
The old man said with a deeper tone of voice, in a way that reverberated even more making it hard to really tell what the words were or even what language. The light on the stage seem to glow even more intense and Tyler could feel the planks trembling under the little black heels, some of the light started to flicker too.
"Ne hanc unam viam scire" He added in almost a whisper.
The lights briefly shut down and Tyler felt something hit him square in the chest, a pressure rised over his smaller frame and he specially felt like his throat was on fire for the whole time the tingle spread up and down. When the stage light started working again, Tyler found herself able to move again, she almost tottered on the heels at the sudden release and let out a small yelp now that her mouth was working again.
"What the hell was that all about?!?" She shouted, only for her eyes to widen at the register of her voice, she was now a fricking soprano! And let out the appropriate mousy squeal of horror at the newfound female voice. "What the hell?!?!"
Mortie chuckled as he turned to the room. "Much more lovely like this I'm sure you'll all agree, but she could be even more lovely! Don't you think?"
Tyler flushed in a certain indignation as people started to cheer and laugh again, seeming to be regaining interest in the whole thing as it picked up some momentum again. The little light show and power words having made their effect on them and impressed them. She was about to stamp her heel down and ask again to be returned to normal expressly, but the magician only had to point his wand at her, for her body to crisp up immobile and her lips to completely seal up again.
"Now, what to do with her.... That would make her even more lovely. What to do indeed!"
He said, starting to walk around Tyler with a small bit of a flourish, obviously enticing the crowd into shouting suggestions as he periodically would stop and lean toward the crowd, cupping his ear or gesturing with his hand for them to say it out loud, louder and vocal. He would occasionally nod to them and continue to walk. Between the laughing of the crowd, some of the people really started to get into it as they started to shout and chant, Tyler's ears felt on fire as she heard some of the men chanting 'Titties, Titties, Titties' while others were heralding things like 'Cushion for the padding', 'Junk in the trunk', 'Legs for days' or 'DSL!'. Many more suggestions were coming out, some coming through, some less so and many more much more tame, ranging from makeup to outfits alterations or other haircuts. Even for the local nightclub, some of the men were really getting rowdy as some of those suggestions had almost felt like they belonged more to the adult stripper club a block down. Yet, Mortie calmy listened to all those rowdy suggestions and kept nodding to them, kept them chanting, kept rousing them, making Tyler's cheeks burn harder. The fact that he could see out his two friend in the crowd obviously chanting along make her want to explode embarrassed.
"All very good suggestions my lovely crowd, all very good suggestions indeed!"
Mortie ended up right next to Tyler where he had begun to circle her and nodded again, smirking to the crowd and then placed his left hand upon the top hat that was adorning her head, he gently applied a bit of pressure and she started to drop in height, having only started around 5'7'' to start with and having had a tiny bit of height envy with some of her other friends in college before, Tyler would have squealed and squirmed, trashed against the downward pressure if she had been able to, only giving out the tiniest whine of a gasp with her lips sealed. The magician however continued to push against her head unimpeded, down to 5'5'' and then to 5'2'' where her eyes started to show a bit of panic and tears, he ignored her wide eyed looks and tears and kept on right on shrinking her. 5' even, then 4'8 and eventually all the way down to 4'5'' where he turned to the crowd for a bit of feeling for their reaction, he grinned again as he prodded her knees with the wand and after a few second both legs springed up and brought her up to a final height of 5'1'' with really long legs for her size, the crowd going wild with applause while she looked up mortified from the diminutive height.
"How about this my lovely crowd? Lovely isn't she?" He said, giving them time to laugh, scream and holler. "Yes indeed, legs for days. But we can do even more, can't we?" He enthused them, and sure enough, the crowd cheered on and on.
A small spin of the wand and Tyler found herself turning to face away from the crowd against any desire to do so, she felt the gloved hand of the magician on the small of her back and slowly found herself bending forward as if an invincible ceiling had suddenly made it impossible to stand fully up. Before she knew it, the coattails of her jacket had been put into her tiny hands and then Mortie was giving himself long sway with his arm and spanking her hard. Each hit jarring her whole body and stinging her eyes with more tears, each hit causing her butt, thighs, her hips and breasts to push out, to gorge with more flesh, to fill up fuller and heavier, curvier. Hips cocking and heaving, she wanted to scream for him to stop, but he kept right on spanking her, causing an ever increasingly larger bubble butt to jiggle from the hits. Despite it all, the crowd just seemed to grow wilder and chant harder. When he stopped and pulled on her collar to straighten her up, she easily had the proportions of a porn star, with heavy F-cups on her small frame, she was trembling. He mouthed off something that sounded nothing like a genuine apology and turned her back around to face the applauding crowd.
"My apologies for that my lovely crowd, but my lovely assistant had been a bit indisposed so far, so I had to discipline her a bit. Now then, just a moment if you please!"
He said, taking a handkerchief out, or rather a series. Rubbing the largest one all over her face while she squirmed, pulling away to reveal full plump succulent cock sucking red lips, perfectly eye-shadowed lids, powdered cheeks, plucked brows and mascara'd full heavy lashes giving the girl a perpetually smoky, sexy, happy expression. A smile, literally glued on her face as Tyler still couldn't part her lips. The crowd going ever wilder.
"Now then, what would be the loveliest outfit for a lovely assistant?"
He said, listening to the crowd, wand waving and tutting. Grabbing the hoop, unleashing curtains and in a flash of movement dressing her up like, a secretary hair in a bun, a cheerleader hair in pigtails, a stripper cowgirl with a ponytail, a vegas showgirl with extravagant hair and finally in a very sexily cut bunnygirl outfit, hair down and very large and embarrassing bunny ears drooping down. He chuckled as people stood up and clapped.
"Looks like we have a winner~" He said, smiling. "Everyone, a hand of applause for Candy my lovely assistant!" And so they did.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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