"B-but, Jim!" Sharon was stunned. "There's no act. What are--"
"For Pete's sake, Sharon, my name isn't Jim, it's Jill. Seriously, how did you become a stage magician if you can't even keep your own head on straight?"
"But I'm not!"
"Not paying attention to the time, I know." Jill huffed. She snatched the wand from Sharon's hand. "Look, if you won't get ready yourself, I'll get you ready." She waved the wand.
Sharon gasped as her clothes suddenly morphed. Now dressed in black hot pants, a white blousee with a black bowtie, and a purple blazer, her costume vaguely resembled the outfit of Zatanna from DC Comics. Her legs became clad in a pair of sheer black stockings with purple high heels, and a small purple top hat appeared on her head. Then her proportions began to shift. Her body became more shapely and sexy, her chest expanded to the same size as Jill's, and her face became gorgeous as it became framed with ringlets of platinum blonde hair that draped down her back.
For a moment, Sharon was on the verge of panic, but then stopped as other thoughts and feelings took their place. Actually, she had always found it so hard to think; that's why she needed an assistant as dependable as Jill. Her once intelligent, independent mind gave way to the mentality of a ditzy magician that loved performing hot and sexy magic tricks, especially kinky ones that couldn't be performed with mere smoke and mirrors. Her flighty, airheaded nature was what attracted audiences to her; her tricks always came from the top of her mind since that was really the only mental functioning she was capable of."
Jill handed Sharon the wand back. "Now come on, Sharon. Stay on task."
Sat Feb 06 13:04:47 2010