“…step into this magic hoop on the floor?!” suggested the elderly magician with a sinister grin on his face. He opened his cape and stood majestically on the stage.
Tyler looked down and noticed the ordinary silver hoop about 2 feet in diameter lying on the ground. “This thing is a magic hoop?” said Tyler with a touch of sarcasm in his voice. “Aren’t you supposed to use these things to link them together or something?”
“You’re thinking of a different illusion,” reassured Mortie still in his dramatic stance. “Please, sir, the audience is waiting…”
“I don’t know. This seems pretty stupid…”
“Just stand in the bloody ring, you twit!” exclaimed Mortie who lost all patience.
The audience laughed and cheered Tyler to continue.
Tyler shrugged, chuckled, and stepped into the middle of ring.
Mortie threw his cape aside and addressed the audience, “As you can see, my volunteer has now entered the magical hoop. Prepare to be bedazzled!”
Tyler rolled his eyes, “Ooh yeah, look at the magic going on here…”
Mortie cleared his throat, “I will now recite the fabled magical incantation which will unlock the ring’s mysterious power!” In doing so, it appeared that Mortie’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. His normal feeble pose was now replaced in a rather erect one and went in a trance mumbling a chant that was inaudible. His cape appeared to be flowing as if a gust of wind was under him while holding his arms out.
Suddenly the hoop began sparkling and shimmered an iridescent spectrum.
The audience and even Tyler gasped at the wondrous glow.
Mortie continued the incantation, stepped forward, and reached down to the hoop grabbing one side of it. He lifted the hoop upwards – in doing so, caused a shock to every one! As the hoop passed over Tyler, his body changed!
Slowly the hoop was being raised and there were a pair of gorgeous 7-inch high stiletto heels instead of Tyler’s dirty sneakers.
As the ring continued upwards, replacing Tyler’s jeans was a delicious set of shapely woman’s legs encased in black fishnet stockings.
Continuing to his waist was a pair of shiny black Lycra panties, like the bottom of a leotard.
Suddenly Mortie sneezed and the hoop dropped to Tyler’s feet and lost its glow.
Now onstage was the 19-year-old male Tyler, with the lower half of a beautiful woman in panties, stockings, and heels. The audience erupted in laughter.
“Dude! Change me back!” exclaimed Tyler in horror as he looked down at his new feminine lower half and teetered on the unfamiliar heels.
Mortie pulled out a long string of handkerchiefs from his back pocket then blew his nose. “So sorry, my allergies are kicking in. Perhaps it’s that perfume you’re now wearing!”
Sure enough, Tyler could smell the strong exotic perfume and body lotion emanating from this new pair of legs. “I don’t care! Just fucking change me back!”
“Patience, young one! The show must go on!” said Mortie as he blew his nose again for the third time.
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