MAGICIAN'S ASSISTANT 2 - TABLE TALK
by Deane Christopher
Copyright 2001
e-mail: DEANECHRIS@aol.com
"Hey!" Mat exclaimed. "Isn't that Magatrix over there?"
"Where?" Mary asked as she began to scan the Cauldron's main room.
"Over there! Standing just inside of the doorway that's a little to the right of the bar. You know, the one that most likely leads back to the dressing rooms that the performers use." Mat bobbed his head in the general direction of where he thought he had caught a glimpse of the striking female magician.
"I don't see her."
"Well, unless I'm way off base here, I do believe that that's her."
"Are you referring to the redhead in that abbreviate black satin dress?"
"Yes!" a relieved Mat returned thankfully. "That is her, isn't it!"
"I'm not sure..."
"Well, I am!" Vicki said smugly. "And, as much as I hate to say this: Mat's right! I do believe that that's Magatrix all right! And, though I can't be sure yet, I think that there's someone in the hallway behind her. Someone wearing something silver."
Mary confirmed the fact that Vicki was right and that there was someone wearing some sort of silvery outfit visible in the hallway behind Magatrix. And, that whomever it was, the person was definitely a female and, though the Cauldron's diffused lighting made it hard to tell, she appeared to be a strawberry blonde.
"Could that someone be Jasmine in that silver leotard that Magatrix fitted her out with?" Mat asked.
"Could be..." Mary replied. "Except whoever it is, she doesn't appear to be wearing evening gloves..."
"No! No, she isn't!" Vicki broke in, confirming Mary's assertion. "And, I do believe that I caught glimpses of a hemline every now and again, so its' mostly likely a dress and not a leotard..."
"See!" Vicki proclaimed a moment or so later as Magatrix, dressed in a sexy black satin cocktail dress and Jasmine, in a similarly cut liquid silver one, began to casually lace their way across room. "I was right! It definitely was a dress that I saw!"
A minute or so later, Magatrix, with Jasmine in tow, approached the table that was occupied by the group from Jeff's work and politely asked, "Excuse me! Would it be all right with you all if Jasmine and I joined you?"
Even as Mat was in the process of doing the gentlemanly thing by getting up as a precursor to his offering his chair to Magatrix, Bob Carlson assumed the role of spokesman for the group and cordially said, "Please, do."
"Jasmine." Magatrix urged. "Why don't you introduce me to all these nice friends of yours."
Jasmine complied with Magatrix's directive. Starting with the spunky Mary Ellen Edwards who was seated immediately to her right, Jasmine proceeded around the table in a counterclockwise direction
"Thank you, Jasmine!" Magatrix said at the completion of the introduction process. "Now, that you have introduced me to all of your friends here, I think it's time for you to close your eyes and go to sleep!"
Those enchanting emerald eyes of Jasmine's flicked and then closed, as her chin correspondingly drooped and settled on that ever so elegant, Audrey Hepburn like neck-stalk of hers.
"Good girl. That's it! Now, take a deep breath and go into a very deep and relaxing sleep.
"Jasmine! The next time you hear me say the name Rupunzel, while you will remain fast asleep until I instruct you to awake, you will no longer be my lovely female assistant Jasmine. You will once again become the male Jeffrey Gibson.
"However, when you do become Jeffrey Gibson, you will, for the time being, remain oblivious to the fact that your body is still that of a female's until I direct you to do otherwise.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes..." Jeff dreamily muttered
"Good! Rupunzel!
"Now, Jeff, your friends are going to once again ask you some questions. You are to answer them as honestly as you can. All right?"
"Yes..."
"All right! How 'bout we start with you, Mary. And then, we can work our way around the table." Magatrix said. "All I ask of is that you all ask questions that you already know the answer to. You know, so that you can verify that what Jeffrey here is telling us is true and that, while he might not look like his old self, he really is your friend Jeff.
"Also, I want all of you to pay close attention to both Jeff's choice or words and the way he phrases his replies.
"Okay, Mary! You're up! Go ahead! Ask the first question!"
For the next ten minutes or so, Jeff's friends put one question after another to him/her.
"Well," Bob Carlson finally gave up the ghost and said, "as reluctant as I am to have to say this: I'm convinced! She's Jeff all right!
"I mean, even if Jeff was back stage feeding Jasmine here the correct answers - You know, over some sort of high tech transceiver! - there's just no way he would have answered some of those questions. You know, as in: he would have balked! Especially so, given how personal quite a few of those questions were!"
"I'm afraid I have to agree." Mat reluctantly offered. "Knowing Jeff as I do, I know that he wouldn't have wanted some of that stuff he just told us about to get out and there by, become fodder for the rumor mill at work. You know, as in he wouldn't have wanted some of that stuff to become - I guess you could say! - public knowledge. And, because of that, I really think that we all should agree right here and now that whatever we heard him tell us tonight goes no further then this table. You know, as in it stays right here!"
"Mat's right!" Mary jumped into the fray. "I mean, as flattered as I was to hear Jeff admit that he likes me and would like to go out with me, I really think we need to make sure that we don't repeat anything that he wouldn't want everybody and his brother to know! All right?"
Though a few did so grudgingly, Mat and Mary, working in conjunction with one another, managed to secure a concession from each and every member of their group. That is to say that, after a little haggling, they all agreed that all the personal information that Jeff had divulged about himself would remain sacrosanct.
"Question." Magatrix interjected herself into the conversation. "By any chance did any of you pay any attention to those things I mentioned before? You know, as far as word choice and the way Jeff phrased his answers?"
"Yes!" Vicki replied brightly. "Yes, I did! And, I must say were it not for the feminine voice, it was Jeff all the way!"
Everyone else, to one degree or another, found themselves forced to concur with Vicki.
"Good!" Magatrix asserted.
"While I know I haven't convinced all of you that this gorgeous young woman who is seated next to me is really your friend and cohort Jeffrey Gibson, is it safe for me to assume that none of you can provide me with positive proof that she isn't?"
Then, when no one said anything to refute her, Magatrix continued. "No? Good! So, I guess we can proceed on from here!
"Jeff! In a few minutes, one of the Cauldron's waitresses will come to our table to see if anyone wants another drink. When she does, you will wake up. However, you will feel and behave as though you are in a very pleasant, liquor induced stupor.
"That's to say that you will act as if you are on the verge of becoming the subdued, or - If you will? - the introverted version of shit-faced.
"And, no matter what happens or what anybody else but me says to you, you will remain completely oblivious to the fact that your body is that of a female until I direct otherwise.
"Do you understand what I have just told you?"
"Yes..." Jeff groggily muttered.
"Jeff! Tell me! What is your favorite mixed drink?"
Sounding much the way an automaton might, Jeff's ever so sultry voice meekly intoned, "A pina coloda..."
"Good! Well, when the waitress gets around to you, I want you tell her that you would like her to bring you a pina coloda.
"Then, after you have told the waitress what you would like to drink, your awareness of what is occurring around you will gradually improve until you reach a point where you are completely lucid and you can begin to function normally. That's to say, that you will reach a point where you will be able not only follow the conversation, but you will shortly thereafter, be able to take part in it as well.
"However, Jeffrey, even when your perception has reached a stage where it is once again crystal clear, you will continue to remain oblivious to the fact that you body is sexually out of sync with your mind.
"In other words, you will remain completely unaware of the fact that your body is still that of a young woman's. And, should anyone make mention of, or, for that matter, even allude to the fact that you're not your normal male self, you are to simply ignore them.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes..." Jeff replied dreamily. "I understand..."
"All right, Jeffrey! I want you to listen very, very carefully to what I'm about to tell you now.
"After our waitress returns with our drinks, you are to wait until I take a sip from my drink before you before you follow suit and take a sip of your pina coloda.
"Now, when you do take that sip, you will gradually begin to become aware of the fact that some as yet elusive something isn't - Shall we say - copacetic. You know, as in you will begin to fell as if some as yet unidentified thing isn't as it should be. Or, to put that another way, you will find yourself beginning to feel a little ancy and apprehensive.
"I suggest that in your uneasiness, you might feel a slight draft. You might even go so far as to hug yourself against the chill you're feeling. You know, and rub your arms and maybe even your legs in an effort to warm yourself. You might even fine that you have goose bumps. And, you might go so far as to even ask someone else at the table if they feel a little cool as well.
"Next, I suggest that you might begin to feel eerily and unnaturally exposed. You might even use your hands to do a cursory inspection of yourself to see if you can detect what, if anything, is causing you to feel the way you do.
"Jeff. You do like the feel of satin do you not?"
"Yes..."
"Good. I'm glad to hear that.
"Well, let me suggest that you just don't like the feel of satin. You love it! Fact is, Jeff: you love the sensual and seductive feel of satin so much that it you find it erotically stimulating! You know, as in touch it is a real turn for you! And, not only do you love the feel of satin, but you also love the feel of a woman's leg encased in sheer, silky hosiery, even if the leg in question happens to be your own.
"In other words, Jeff, once you touch any part of your body that is encased in either satin or nylon, you will begin to fidget and fuss with yourself in an effort to find any excuse to touch yourself.
"For example: you might inadvertently reach up and jostle one or the other of those nice new and extremely sensitive boobies of yours. You know, to - Shall we say! - better situated it inside that sexy little dress that I fitted you out with backstage. Or, you might inadvertently go so far as to reach under the table and use one or another of your hands to caress those nylon encased inner thighs of yours. Perhaps, you might even become bold enough to run an index finger up along the swath of that new little you-know-what of yours. You know, to give yourself an extemporaneous thrill that'll keep you simmering on low side of a full blown state of arousal.
"Then, after a few minutes of behaving in such a fashion, you will find yourself desiring another sip of your drink. So, you take a sip. However, when you return the glass to the table, you will become aware that there is something about your hands that looks different. You will begin to examine them and when you do, you will come to the stark realization that your hands of those of a woman. And, that realization will in turn restore your memory of everything, save for that little question and answer session that occurred here at the table, that has happened this evening. You will remember my turning you into my lovely assistant Jasmine and everything, with the exception of what I just now made mention of, that has occurred since.
"Initially, you will find that being a guy with a girl's body to be extremely disorienting and mildly disconcerting. However, once I assure you that the change is in no way a permanent one and that your manhood will be restored to you while you are asleep tonight, you will begin to quickly warm to the prospect of your being able to experience what it's like to be a woman for a few hours.
"Truth be told: you will, within the matter of minutes, find the whole situation of your being a man with a woman's body to be extremely erotic and ever so pleasurable. You will find that you like not only looking sexy, but feeling sexy as well.
"That's to say that you will, within - Shall we say, fifteen minutes or there abouts. - become an unmitigated dick teaser.
"In other words, you will adopt the credo of, 'If you've got it! Flaunt it!'
"And, flaunt you will!
"Though your mind will remain as manly entrenched as it ever was, you will nevertheless take great amounts of pleasure playfully torquing the livin' shit out of the libidos of other men.
"Do you understand?"
Jeff acknowledged that he did.
"Good! I'm glad to hear that!
"Now, I need to make mention of the fact that you will initially lose all of Jasmine's grace and charms upon the realization that you are a man fitted out with a woman's curvaceous physique. That means: your mannerisms will revert to being those of a man; there by, turning you into one oafish - To the point of appearing spastic! - looking woman.
"That's to say that you will be extremely awkward at first. Plus, those high heels your wearing will give you a royal fit initially!
"But, don't worry! As long as you take it slow and easy and exercise a little care, you'll find that you'll be able to hobble around in them just find.
"A few minutes after your initial disorientation, you will start to become attuned to operating as a girl. Within - Shall we say! - five minutes or there abouts, you will find that you will be able to get about reasonable well in heels. After ten minutes, you'll find that they don't even phase you. And, after fifteen minutes have passed, round about the time you enter the brazen hussy stage, you will be so adapt at getting around in stiletto heels that, were I to direct you to do so, you would be able to perform a flawless gymnast floor exercise while still wearing them.
"In other words, Jeff, fifteen minutes after you become aware of the fact that your body is one hundred and eighty degrees out of sexual sync with your mind, you'll be completely at home with functioning as the nimble little sex pot that you appear to all the world to be."
Magatrix continued on to detail and enunciate the major points of the post-hypnotic suggestion she was saddling Jeff with for the next few minutes. Then, as a finishing touch, she continued on to say, "Jeff, once you become completely acclimated to this sensational new body I've fitted you out with, you will begin to feel a little bit playful, a little bit frisky. Then, on the heels of that, you will find yourself wishing to dance in the worst way imaginable.
"Fact is: you will find it hard - But, not impossible! - to turn down a request from any man who might ask you to join him for a turnabout out on the dance floor.
"Now, Jeffrey, in order to make it easier for that male ego of yours to deal with what would otherwise be the ignominy of dancing with another man, whenever the music is playing and your either in physical contact or fairly close proximity to a man, your mental mind-set will be as feminine as feminine can be.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes." Jeff weakly managed. "I understand..."
Magatrix, upon finishing up with Jeff, caught the appropriate waitress's eye and waved her over.
A moment later, when it became her turn, the liquid-silver clad Jeff murmured, "I'll have a pina coloda. Please."
After the waitress left to go get their drinks, Jeff sat there, a blank stare affixed upon that absolutely beatific countenance of hers, looking to all the world like a first class dufuss.
"When is she going to come around and start doing the stuff you told her to do?" Bob Carlson impatiently asked.
"Soon!" Magatrix replied. "We should begin to see some evidence that she is beginning to become more lucid any second now."
"Look!" Vicki broke in excitedly. "She just blinked her eyes!"
"She did, didn't she!" Bill exclaimed, verifying Vicki assertion.
Their very personable witch clad waitress returned in a few minutes with their selections. Magatrix, having waited for their waitress to be on her way, picked up her drink and took a sip. Jeff, taking his cue from her, followed suit.
Setting her pina coloda on the table, Jeff curiously looked about the room in general and then, the table in particular. She then looked to the floor, first to the right of the chair in which she sat and then, to the left of it.
Mat, acting on an a prior instruction given to him by striking red headed magician, asked, "Hey, Jeff! What's up? Something wrong?"
"No..." Jeff's ever so sultry voice purred in reply. "I mean, I'm not sure... But, I don't think so...
"It's just..."
"It's just what, buddy?" Mat pressed.
"It's just that something doesn't feel entirely right to me... You know, as in something feels oddly out of kilter. If, that is: you know what I mean..."
Just then, even as she was replying to Mat's inquiry, Jeff ultra feminized body was wracked with several very noticeable shivers.
Reflexively, Jeff hugged herself as she twisted her upper torso a little to the right in order to better address Mary Edwards, "Is it me, Mary? Or, do you feel a draft in here as well?"
"I mean, I'm so chilled right now that I've got goose-bumps running all up and down my arms!"
Then, following the scenario that Magatrix had laid out for her, Jeff absentmindedly reached up with her right hand and crassly jostled her rather prominent left breast so as to better situated it within the scalloped out portion of that sinfully delicious liquid-silver club dress that she was so scintillatingly packaged within. Several seconds after she had completed that maneuver, Jeff reached up and did likewise with that other conical chest protrusion of hers.
Enjoying the erotic feel of the satin as she was, Jeff did not pull her hand away. Instead, she elected to allow the delicate tips of those well manicured and nail glossed fingers of hers to teasingly trace a delightfully descending path towards her lap. Passing the abbreviated hemline of that ever so fetching dress of hers, Jeff's hand glided out and onto the ultra feminized erogenous zone as defined by her nylon ensconced inner thigh.
'Damn, that feels good!' Jeff thought to herself, as her hand been to lazily spiral inwards toward her loins.
Reaching up under her dress, Jeff, employing the middle finger of her dexterous left hand, drew it expertly up along the nylon enshrouded crease that proclaimed her womanhood; engendering the madly careening advent of one sexual shiver after another by doing so.
It was Bob Carlson's stifled giggle, sounded within the muted cacophony of a whole parcel of stifled giggles, which brought Jeff of short.
Feeling as if she may have been caught in the rude and crude act of playing with herself, a discombobulated and red-faced Jeff frantically beseeched, "Hey, guys! What gives? I mean, what's so dog-gone funny?"
Fearing what Bob might say, Mat quickly interceded, "You mean to tell me that you missed it?"
"Missed what?"
"Missed seeing that girl playing a rather obvious game of stink-finger with herself!"
Mat, Jeff was quick to realize, had specified 'girl' in his retort. And, since Jeff had been pre-programmed by Magatrix to think of herself as a guy, she wrong headedly interrupted Mat's comments to mean that her friends had not been laughing at her.
"Shit! I sure as hell would have like to have seen that!" Jeff said as she reached for her pina coloda and took another sip.
Setting her drink back down on the table, Jeff became keenly aware that there was something very disconcerting about hers hands. They just did not look right to her, in that her hands appeared oddly and strikingly feminine to her. She turned them this-a-way and then that-a-way. She frantically examine first one and then the other and then both. Then, as if taking note of it for the first time, Jeff became ignominiously aware that the nails of hers hands were inordinately long and tapered. And then, on the heels of that revelation, adding insult to injury, Jeff came to the unnerving realization that those nails of hers were also exquisitely polished, in that they gleamed forth with a dazzling and very becoming silvery hue.
"Holy shit!" a traumatized Jeff wild exclaimed as her memories of the evening's events were instantaneously restored to her. "I'm a woman!
"Or," Jeff disbelieving stammered, "maybe I should have said: my body's that of a woman!"
Turning about to face Magatrix, a clearly panicked Jeff maniacally pleaded, "Please! I implore you! Change me back!
"I mean, you're not serious going to leave me like this, are you?"
"Have no fear, Jeff! I have no intentions of leaving you like you are.
"I mean, I could. You know, leave you like you are now! You know, if that is you'd like me to!
"But, to answer your question is - no! I've rigged it so that you will change back into your old manly self during the course of the night! You know, while you're at home - sleeping..."
"You mean to tell me that I'm going to have deal with this girl-shit until I go to sleep tonight?" Jeff indignantly demanded.
"Yes! I'm afraid so, Jeff."
"Why? I mean, couldn't you just me back now?"
"Well, of course I could! But, I'm not going to!"
"And, just why in the hell not?"
"Because, I and your friends here are going to have some fun at your expense!"
"We sure as hell are!" Bob, earning an elbow jab to his ribcage from Vicki for his doing so, lecherously punctuated Magatrix's comment.
"Whoa!" Jeff clamored, as she got unsteadily to her feet. "These damn high heels are going to be the death me!"
"Holy shit! I've got to tell ya! This being a girl is really, really weird!
"I mean, my center of gravity seems to be all out of kilter!"
"Well," Mary scoffed, as she reached over and discretely pulled down on the hemline of the liquid-silver dress that Magatrix had decked Jeff out in. "I guess it goes without saying that it would be! You know, given the fact that you've got breasts now!"
"Ah, Mary!" Bob Carlson mockingly complained. "Now, why in the world did you have to go and straighten out Jeff's dress like that?
"I mean, I was kind of hoping to get an up close and personal view of that new little honey pot of his - Or, hers! Or, whomever! - and you go and ruin it!"
"Jeff!" Magatrix directed. "How about you try taking a few steps!"
Jeff did as she was told. Using her arms to balance herself, she gingerly took a few steps; turned and retraced them.
"Okay! Do it again! But, this time, take a few more steps away from table before you turn!"
Once again, Jeff did as instructed.
"Good! You see! You're starting to hang of 'em! You know, as in you did better that time than you did before!"
"Hey, Jeff!" Mat called out. "How's it feel? You know, you being a girl and all?"
"Actually," Jeff, having paused for a moment to consider her answer, continued on to say, "while it's still going to take some real getting use to, it's nowhere near as bad as I first thought it would be!
"Hey! Do you think they've got a mirror around here somewhere that's big enough for me to get a good look at myself? You know, because I'd really like to see for myself what I look like as a girl!"
"Tell you what!" Magatrix cheerfully offered. "There's a full length mirror back in my dressing room that you could use! So, tell you what! Why don't you and I and the rest of these young ladies head on back there now? You know, so that you can get a look-see at yourself!"
"Hey!" Bob broke in. "What about us? Can't the guys go too?"
"No!" Ann smugly teased. "This is strictly a girl thing! No guys allowed!"
"Yeah!" Vicki concurred. "You guys just stay here and talk about whatever it is you guys talk about when we girls aren't around..."
"Oh, my!" Jeff, who's mannerism were becoming more those of a woman with every passing second, excitedly exclaimed as she caught the first glimpse of herself in the mirror.
"I mean, I knew that I looked good! But, I had no idea I looked that good!
"So," Magatrix said, "I take it that you like the new you?"
"Oh, yeah!" Jeff, cupping those new boobies of hers as she did so, turned to get a better look at her profile. "I like the new me a lot! I mean, I'm everything I like in a woman and then some! I'm mean, my legs! My ass! My tits! They're all absolutely fabulous! You know, as in they're perfection personified!
"And, my face! It's... it's... it's... It's so friggin' fantastic that it damn near takes my breath away! You know, as in it's both innocent and impishly sultry all at the same time!"
"My, my!" Vicki jealously murmured under her breath. "Somebody here is certainly full of themselves! And, that someone sure isn't me..."
"Yeah!" Ann, who had heard Vicki utter her snide remark, muttered. "You're right about that kiddo! Jeff really is full of herself!
"However... all things considered... given how beautiful he - as a she - is... you've got to admit that Jeff has every right to gloat! You know, owing to the fact that there's no getting around the fact that she's absolutely gorgeous..."
"Well, what do you know!" Bill beamed. "By the look the of things, they appear to be on their way back!"
"They sure are!" Bob replied, confirming the obvious.
"Hey! Other than the fact that he's a girl now, do you guys notice anything different about Jeff?" Mat inquired of his tablemates.
"Yeah..." Bob returned. "I sure as hell do! He - Or, I guess I should be saying, she - isn't hobbling anymore!"
"Is she still wearing heels?" Bill, who was craning his neck to see if he could provide an answer to his own question, asked.
Bob Carlson, "I can't be sure. But, I tend to think she is..."
"Well, unless these old eyes of mine are playing tricks on me, I do believe that our pal Jeff's still wearing heels!"
"Now what makes you say that?" Bob demanded.
"Well, every now and again, I catch sight of a silver glint near the floor!" Mat began to lay out the reasoning that went into that assertion of his. "And, since none of the others were wearing silver shoes, it pretty much goes without saying that the silver I'm seeing more than likely comes from those shoes that Magatrix fitted him - as a her - out with, now doesn't it?"
"Okay! So, tell us, Jeff - Or, should we be calling Jasmine now? - what your verdict is!" Mat said as Jeff and her entourage returned to the table. "I mean, I do believe the three of us would like to know just how you feel about being a girl!"
"Yeah!" Bob urged. "What's it feel like?"
"Well," Jeff coquettishly framed her thoughtful replied, "even though my mind is still as manly as it ever was - You know, as in I still like girls as much as I ever did! - all things considered, I'd have to say: it feels wonderful! I mean, I feel so darn sexy and turned on right now it isn't funny! You know, as in I'm in no holds bar love-lust with myself that I'm actually having a hard time restraining myself from doing something really crass! You know, as in I'm having a hard time keeping myself from reaching up under my dress and copping a feel! You know, given how horny I am right now!"
"Well," Bob replied snidely, "if you're looking for a volunteer to step in and - Shall we say! - lend a hand, you need look no further! You know, as in it goes without say that I be more than happy to oblige..."
Jeffrey Gibson's story will continue in: MAGICIAN'S ASSISTANT 3 - TRIPPING THE LIGHT FANTASTIC