Tyler, whose lower half had been transformed into a sexy woman, demanded he be changed back to normal. “You hack magician! What the hell?!” He looked down at the sheer black leotard panties, fishnet stockings, and heels on his shapely womanly legs.
The audience laughed at this bizarre spectacle not realizing that Tyler was really transformed and it wasn’t merely an illusion.
Mortie finished wiping his nose and smiled. “Not a bad trick, huh? Well let’s continue now, shall we?” He stood up and several cards and dice fell from his sleeves showing how inept he was. The audience chuckled a little. The magician smiled, crouched down, retrieved his fallen props, and stuffed them in whatever available pocket spaces he had.
Tyler sighed, crossing his arms, and unconsciously began tapping his dainty foot impatiently. The black stiletto heel he wore echoed throughout the club.
Mortie cleared his throat and decided to once again begin chanting the mystical words and the hoop sparked to life again. This time Mortie lifted the hoop up past Tyler’s waist and continued upward.
Tyler’s stomach, which was inside the orange sweatshirt he was wearing, was now replaced with a smaller, flatter, one hidden behind a black cummerbund.
Continuing lifting the magic ring, Tyler’s body changed even more. His huge, male, nail-bitten hands were substituted with a pair of delicate female ones with perfectly manicured red nails. His hairy muscular arms turned into slender female ones in a collared see-thru white shirt and a black tuxedo jacket.
Mortie had a little problem when he reached Tyler’s chest. It was apparent that there was a slight struggle, but managed to ‘push’ the ring upwards and two large 38DD breasts fell out bouncing on Tyler’s chest under a black vest over the white shirt and revealed by the small open black jacket.
Mortie paused for a minute and looked around confused. He then had an expression of realization then the fire in his eyes returned as he resumed chanting. Passing the ring over Tyler’s neck, he now wore a tiny black bow tie. Finally Mortie managed to lift the magic metal hoop over Tyler’s head completely transforming him into a woman.
Tyler stood on stage as a gorgeous blonde woman with her hair tied up, wearing a silk black top hat and clad in a very sexy tuxedo. His 38DD breasts seemed huge on his tiny shapely frame. He looked down and felt himself up to make sure everything was real as he had an extremely shocked look on his face.
The audience cheered and whistled at the stunning beauty on stage.
Mortie took a bow and exclaimed, “ and that’s how you make a lovely assistant using magic!” he twirled the magic hoop and dropped it accidentally. “Although I will admit, I thought I forgot part of the incantation, but it guess it turned out alright.” He smiled as he ran after the ring.
The applause turned to laughter.
Soon when it all died down, the beautiful woman stamped after Mortie and could be heard yelling to Mortie, “This is not fucking funny! Change me back now, God damn it!” barked Tyler in his regular male voice.
Mortie looked a bit shocked, shrugged, and addressed the audience, “I guess I Hocused, when I should’ve Pocused, huh?”
The laughter throughout the club was deafening….
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