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Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers

by Deane Christopher

edited by Steve Zink

© 2002

  

Preface

  

Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers takes place in the Magatrix the Magnificent Universe, which was first introduced in my serialized seven-part story, Magician's Assistant. The premise upon which both that story and this story are based revolves around the fact that Magatrix the Magnificent has been reprimanded by the ethics review board of the Magician's Guild, and thereby constrained from continuing to use handsome young males as her stage assistants. Due to a little known codicil buried deep within the guild's arcane bylaws, should a performing member elect to avail themselves of a stage assistant or assistants, said stage assistant(s) must be: one, young; two, beautiful; and three, female. Outraged by the ruling of her guild's review board, Magatrix elects to adhere to the letter of the Magician Guild's bylaws, while sidestepping its spirit. Magatrix the Magnificent, via the use of real magic, has elected to sidestep the spirit of the outdated codicil by asking for male volunteers from the audience to come up and join her on stage, whereupon she magically transforms the unsuspecting gentlemen into her lovely female stage assistants.

Normally, Magatrix restores these magically feminized volunteer assistants of hers to their former manly physiques at the completion of her act. However, for reasons known only to herself, upon occasion, Magatrix sometimes elects to maintain her assistants in their feminine personas for the remainder of the evening, and at times, well into the fullness of the night. Generally, when Magatrix selects this expanded stint as a female option of hers, she modifies her sexual transmogrification spell in such a way as to cause the transsexualized young gentleman to automatically regain his manhood at the dawning of the following day.

Generally, when Magatrix chooses to expand one of her volunteer assistant's tenure as a bona fide member of the opposite sex, she further modifies her transsexualization spell to include some very powerful subliminal inducements that tend to function much the way posthypnotic suggestions might. Magatrix does this in order to make it easier for the sexually transmogrified male to continue to function as the woman he has been turned into by drastically downplaying, or completely eliminating the ignominy factor involved in operating for a time as a woman. For instance, Magatrix usually continues to negate the residual and telltale awkwardness that would normally beset most men ensconced in a well-endowed woman's body. She achieves this by incorporating several magical subroutines within her expanded spell in order to compensate for the marked shift in weight distribution. That, in turn, directly impacts on the sexually transmogrified individual's new center of gravity, thereby making it easy for her sexually transmogrified assistants to maneuver about in a pair of stiletto heels.

Since Magatrix the Magnificent's magic act has not substantially altered from that which was described in my previous story, Magician's Assistant 1: The Performance, I have elected to begin Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers shortly after Magatrix has brought her evening's performance to its conclusion. In other words, the foremost male protagonist of this story, one Michael Gerlach, begins this story as the woman Magatrix has turned him into earlier in the evening. However, for those who might be interested in reading (or possibly rereading) a description of Magatrix's magical act, in which the initial transsexualization of birthday boy Jeff Gibson takes place, I encourage them to read Magician's Assistant 1: The Performance, which can be accessed elsewhere on this site.

  

Chapter 1

"John!" Mike gingerly intoned.

"Yes?"

"I need you to do me a big favor."

"Sure. Shoot."

"When this dance is over, please, whatever you do, don't let go of my hand."

Taken aback by his friend's unexpected request, John Larsen quizzically responded, "How come?"

Sounding as if she were on the verge of becoming distraught, the sexually transmogrified Mike Gerlach breathlessly gasped, "Because, John, if you let go of my hand, the way Magatrix has this little sexual switcheroo of mine rigged, my mind will revert to being as manly as it always was!"

"And, that poses a problem for you?"

"Yes!" Mike frantically snapped. "It sure as hell does!"

As his mind began to grapple with the implications of what Mike had just said, John thoughtfully mused, "Oh! So, I take it what you're saying is that you're starting to get into the hang of this being a girl business?"

Mike, unable to adequately come to terms with her own feelings on the matter, indignantly snapped, "Yes! No! Maybe! Damn it all to hell and back! That's the problem! I just don't know how I feel right now!"

"But, I take it that you want to find out, don't you, old buddy, old pal? In other words, there's a big part of you that wants nothing more than to experiment around a little with what it's like to be a girl while you have the chance? That's to say that now that you've got it, there's a part of you that would like to flaunt it for the remainder of the evening?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Mike responded with the desperate intonations of a very emotion-laden whimper. "Actually, to be totally honest with you, I have to say that there is a big part of me that wants to find out what it's like to be a girl in the worst friggin' way imaginable! And that's exactly why I don't want the two of us to break contact when this dance is over. Because if we do, the way Magatrix has this whole bloody mell of a hess of hers rigged, once I get a couple of feet away from you, my mind will quickly revert to being a man's mind!"

Seeking clarification, John felt compelled to ask, "So, what you're saying is that you want me to maintain contact with you in order to spare you all the ignominy involved when you revert back to thinking like your old manly self?"

Though flustered, Mike was emphatic, "No! That's not it at all! You simply don't understand! Trust me! Ignominy has nothing whatsoever to do with it! Look! I don't know how she did it, but whatever Magatrix did when she turned me into her lovely assistant, she must have done something to either nullify, or completely eradicate, the ignominy factor involved in my being a guy trussed up in a girl's body!"

With a chuckle infesting his voice, John endeavored to get in a cheap shot at his friend's expense. "And, may I say, for the record, as a girl you, my friend, are an uncontested knockout! And, I'm not shitin' you, pal! On a scale of one to ten, you rate right in as a solid twelve!"

Then, having hastily reevaluated his previous statement, John blurted, "No! Forget that shit! You're so far beyond a paltry twelve it isn't funny!"

Feeling immensely flattered by her friend's backhanded compliment, Mike could not help but blush as she drolly replied, "Yeah... and I bet you lay that line on all the girls, who are really guys, that you've had an occasion to dance with. But, seriously, getting back to what I was saying, though you'd think that I would have a hard way to go making the transition from thinking like a girl to thinking like a guy and vice versa, the truth of the matter is, I don't. I really don't."

"You don't?" John's skepticism was clearly conveyed.

"No, I don't. I really, truly don't. I mean, you'd think the transition from one mindset to the other would throw me for a loop, but for some reason or another, it doesn't phase me in the least little bit. If it did, I'd be so embarrassed by all the contradictions I'd be dealing with that I seriously doubt that I'd be able to live with myself!"

"And, why is that?"

"Well, let's just say that some of the things that I've been thinking about while my mind's in sync with this scintillating new body of mine wouldn't sit at all well with what would, under other circumstances, be that manly attuned mind of mine. I mean, I know without the shadow of a doubt that my male ego couldn't been to cope with some of the girlish thoughts that I've been entertaining were it not for the fact that Magatrix made it easy for me to make the necessary mental adjustments."

Intrigued, John urged, "Could you perhaps give me a for-instance?"

Sheepishly, with a degree of trepidation clearly conveyed in that sultry and ever so sexy voice of hers, Mike endeavored to explain the situation as she perceived it. "Well, for starters, ask yourself this question. Would I be dancing with you right now if I still possessed my normal manly mindset?"

"No... I guess when you put it like that, I have to admit that it doesn't seem likely..."

"Look, you and I have known one another since we were kids! Meaning, you know fully well that as a guy, I'm as heterosexual as heterosexual can be, right?"

"Yeah... sure? So, what's your point?"

"My point is that the way Magatrix has this temporary girlhood of mine rigged, whenever I'm in physical contact with a guy, like you and I are now, this old mind of mine is infused with what I can only term as an all encompassing feminine mindset. Hell, John, it even gets more diabolical than that! You see, pal, I have come to realize that the same rules seem to come into play damn near every time I come into close proximity with what might be termed a guy's sphere of influence; you know, as in up close and personal, so as to be almost intimate. That's to say that you and I could be sitting right next to one another, and it doesn't seem to affect me one iota. That's to say that my mind would be as manly as it ever was. However, should you lean in close to whisper in my ear, or something of that nature, I'd end up feeling all giddy and girlish."

"So, tell me. What - exactly! - does all that mean?"

"That means, I go from being a heterosexual guy to being a heterosexual girl whenever I get up close and personal with a guy."

"Oh, so what you're saying is, as it stands right this instant, girls don't have the same affect on your libido as they normally do?"

"That's correct. However, if I were to break contact with you, and start to head back to the table where the rest of the gang is sitting, I wouldn't get two steps away from you before I'd start liking girls again! That's to say that I'm only a silly step and a half away from becoming a certified lesbian."

"Wow!" John chuckled. "Now, that is interesting!"

"Yeah... I guess in a manner of speaking, you could say that it's kind of interesting, interesting and to a degree, a little confusing and, I guess you could also say, more than a little bit perverted."

"Yes..." John readily agreed. "I can see how it would be. So, tell me, Mikey, of all the girls that are here tonight, when you're not thinking like a girl, is there any particular girl here that you'd like to have a lesbian tryst with?"

"Well, though you'd better not tell Kathy, I have to admit that I've seen a couple of girls here that I could really enjoy getting it on with."

"Like who, for instance?"

"Like... say that sassy brunette over there."

Seeking clarification, John asked, "Are you referring to the one with the big tits who is advertising her charms in that sexy pink dress, or are you referring to that hot little number in the black leather halter top and skin tight pants?"

"Actually, now that you mention it, I think I could go for either one of them."

"You could, could you?"

"Oh, yeah! Both look as if they'd be a lot of fun in the sack."

"Hmmm... You know something, kiddo! I do believe a reassessment is in order."

"A reassessment of what?" Mike dutifully demanded.

"Of your gender affiliation, you know, when that lecherous male mind of yours is on hiatus, lost somewhere within the magical realm of Magatrix's Feminine Zone."

"John! Just what in the world are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about how you, as the feminine thinking women that you claim to be at the moment, seem to like girls a whole hell of a lot more then you claim to like them."

"So, what - exactly! - are you implying with that remark?" Mike pointedly asked.

"Nothing to get those nice new titties of yours in an uproar about, kiddo! All I'm saying is, I don't think that as the feminine thinking woman you claim to be at the moment, you're as heterosexual as you think you are."

"And, why would you say such a thing as that?"

"Because, Mikey, though you might tell me that I'm full of crap, and don't know my ass from a hole in the ground, I do believe that you might be more of a bisexual than anything else as it stands right now."

Though Mike's initial reaction was to pooh-pooh her friend's assertion out of hand, she quickly reexamined her feelings, and found that John might have discerned something that she may not have taken into consideration. "Okay! Maybe you're right! Maybe, as a woman who happens to think like a woman for the here and now of it, were you to stretch the point a bit, I'll have to concede that you might be able to classify me as being a bisexual. However, I've got a little confession to make that might help to clarify a few things."

"Okay!" replied John. "You've got my undivided attention. So, go ahead! Confess away!"

"Right now, with you holding me in your arms like you are, I can state rather emphatically that I'm more inclined to fantasize about being with a guy than a girl."

"Oh, you do, do you?"

"Oh, yeah! Make no never mind about it, given my present mindset, I would rather be with a guy, over a girl, any day of the week."

"Okay! I'll bite! Of all the swinging dicks that are here tonight, tell me which of them tickles that rather transitory feminine fancy of yours?"

"Well, though I can't believe that I'm actually saying something like this, I've got to admit that right at this moment, I find myself sexually attracted to a guy I've been friends with for years."

"Yeah! Right!" John laughed, rejecting Mike's assertion out of hand. "Come on, pal! Let's get real here!"

"John!" Mike earnestly intoned. "I'm not kidding! Look! I know this sounds crazy, but I wouldn't be averse were you to you plant a wet one on me right about now."

"You wouldn't?" John countered in disbelief.

"No, John, I really wouldn't. Fact is, I'd really like it if you would, if, that is, you wouldn't mind."

"Mind? Believe me, kiddo, I wouldn't mind at all! Truth be told, Mikey, I've been busting a gut to lock lips with the new you ever since Magatrix brought you back to the table with her."

"Then, why the hell haven't you?"

"Well, I didn't because I didn't want to do anything that might upset you."

"Hey, I appreciate that, John. I really do. But, do you want to hear something that's really ironic? Right now, knowing that I only have what's left of tonight to find out what being a girl is all about, I'd be upset if you didn't kiss me."

"You're serious about this, aren't you, Mikey?"

"You're damn straight I am!"

"You really want me to kiss you?"

"Yes! I want you to kiss me in the worst way imaginable! However, if you're going to do it, you'd better get your ass in gear and do it quickly. I mean, if the two of us keep jabbering away like we've been, this dance is going to be over, and you will have missed your window of opportunity to swap spit with the sexiest girl you've ever had the good fortune to dance with."

"All right then, little Miss Egotistical! Pucker up! Prepare yourself to be kissed like you've never been kissed before," John quipped, as he hesitantly brought his lips to bear on those ever so kissable lips of his magically feminized friend.

Though John had been more than a little braggadocios about his prowess as a true lover of women over the years, as far as Mike was concerned, his friend proved true to his word. What started out as a somewhat tentative and awkward meeting of their lips, quickly evolved into the primordial passions of a mutual enjoyable French Kiss.

"Oh, my God!" a sexually charged Mike gasped as their lips reluctantly parted. "That was wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"

Unsure as to how to proceed, John awkwardly responded with what he believed to be the obligatory question. "So, I take it you liked it, then?"

"Liked it? I loved it! I absolutely loved it! In fact, I loved it so much that I want you to kiss me just like that again and again and again!"

"But, what about our dates, Mikey? I mean, while you might like me kissing you, and while I might really enjoy the hell out of kissing you, I seriously doubt that they are going to like it if the two of us keep playing a game of kissie-face while we're out here on the dance floor together."

Though Mike very much wanted to just say, "Screw 'em!" she repressed the urge and contritely replied, "As much as I hate to say this, you're right. I really don't think that our kissing one another as passionately as we just were would sit to well with either one of them. While Kathy might cut me some slack under the circumstances, it's a safe bet that Ellen won't be anywhere near as understanding where you're concerned."

"You've got that right! She wouldn't be the least little bit understanding at all!"

Contritely, Mike conceded, "So, even though I'd love for you to kiss me like that again, I think it's probably for the best if you didn't."

"On second thought, kiddo, I'm not so sure we need concern ourselves over much about how our ladies feel about us kissing," John smirked.

"What do you mean?" It was Mike's turn to be inquisitive.

"Well, I just glanced over at the table, and guess who's kissing who!"

"Nooo..." Mike responded in disbelief. "You're not seriously suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

"I most certainly am, good buddy! Your Kathy and my Ellen seem to have suddenly formed a mutual attraction for one another that goes way beyond the platonic."

"You're shittin' me, right?"

"No way, man! I'm telling you the God's honest truth! Our dates are sitting at the table, and they sure as hell look to me to be making out! Look! If you don't believe me, why don't you take a look for yourself!"

Mike did as John had suggested, and to her surprise, John was right. Kathy and Ellen were sitting at the table, going at it hot and heavy. "I do believe that Magatrix had a hand in this."

"And, what leads you to that conclusion, kiddo?"

"Well, when I looked over at our table, Magatrix caught my eye. She then smiled, and winked. Then, just to make doubly sure I understood that she had interceded on our behalf, she gave me a thumbs-up. That's to say that I truly believe that Magatrix was trying to let me know that she had the situation well in hand, and that we needn't concern ourselves about our dates, owing to the fact that they are rather preoccupied at the moment."

"Oh! Well, I must say that if that's what Magatrix did, it was mighty nice of her," John said as he proceeded to once again engage his ultra feminized friend in another mutually satisfying and libido torquing French Kiss.

"John," Mike coquettishly purred, "you're getting horny, aren't you?"

"No way, man!" There was a hint of vehement denial clearly conveyed in John's retort.

"Okay!" Mike gleefully teased. "So, you're not horny! So, tell me something. If you're not horny, how come you're getting a hard-on? And, could it be that I'm the one responsible for giving you one?"

John tensed as he defensively charged, "Yeah! So, what? What's the big deal about me and my getting a hard-on? I mean, what are you trying to do, Mikey? Make a Federal Case out of it?"

"No! I'm not trying to do anything of the sort! Truth be told, I find it all very charming, charming and extremely flattering."

It was John's turn to sound thoughtful, "Oh, you do, do you?"

"To be sure! I most certainly do! Fact is, it makes me a little giddy to think that I can actually turn a guy on," Mike said as she forcibly thrust her pelvic region up against John's blood engorged shaft, and proceeded on to provocatively shimmy up and down a few times in order to drive the point home.

"Hey!" John vehemently complained. "Would you please stop that?"

"Why? Don't you like the way it feels when I do that?"

"Of course I like the way it feels! It's just..."

"It's just what?" Mike coyly prompted, as she ever so seductively repeated the bump and grin motion of her lower abdomen thrust up against the very visible bulge in her best friend's pants.

"It's just that you and I are friends."

"Yes..." Mike replied dreamily as she nuzzled John's ear. "And, if you play your cards right, who knows! You and I could even be better friends before this night is over."

"Mikey!" John frantically clamored. "You're starting to worry me a little here, pal. I mean, you are just playing this girl for the night thing of yours out to the hilt, aren't you? I mean, this little Miss Dick Teaser the Nymphomaniac routine of yours is just an act, right? I mean, you're not really seriously coming on to me, are you?"

"Kiss me again, and I might just tell you," Mike playfully taunted.

"I don't think that another kiss is such a good idea right now, kiddo."

"Well, I do! So, come on, old buddy, old pal! Lay a big wet one on me, and there's a reasonably good chance that I might tell you anything you want to know."

Consumed as he was by the heat of his own passions, John threw caution to the wind, and did as his childhood friend requested.

"Oh, my! That was nice..." Mike seductively gasped. "Now, be a real pal, and take your right hand, and use it to fondle my ass."

Alarmed, John exclaimed, "You want me to do what?

"You heard me, John! I want you to run your hand down my back, place it on my ass, and give this nice new tushie of mine a little lover's squeeze."

Vehemently registering a complaint, John harshly countered, "Mikey! This whole femininity thing of yours is starting to get completely out of hand!"

"Hand! What a novel idea! I'm ever so glad you thought of it!" Mikey wickedly exclaimed, as she took her left hand out from behind John's back and deftly inserted it between their pressed together loins. Then, having positioned her hand on the lowest extent of her buddy's crotch, Mike, acting like a brazen hussy, began to slowly draw her hand upwards, allowing those wickedly manicured fingernails of hers to teasingly caress the mound of material that shrouded and defined John's manhood. As she did so, Mikey coyly cooed, "Okay, if it's hand you want, then it's a hand you'll get..."

"Mikey! Please! You don't know what you're doing to me!"

"I couldn't disagree more. You see, John, I know fully well what I'm doing. May I remind you, only two short hours ago I had a reasonable facsimile of that manly shaft of yours, you know, the very same one that's champing at the bit to do a little spelunking in this nifty new hidey hole of mine."

"You're not seriously suggesting that the two of us fool around?"

Nuzzling John's neck, Mike playfully cooed, "Fool around... Now, that's a novel idea! Gee, I wonder why I didn't think of it? Yeah, now that you mentioned it, I think it would be kind of nifty were you to make love to me. Hey! Who knows! I might even be able to pick up a few pointers that I can use on Kathy while we're at it."

"Mikey!" John stammered. "Even if I wanted to - which, God knows, there's a big part of me that does! - I really don't think it's such a good idea."

Inserting her tongue in her buddy's ear, Mikey gave it a swirl, and then, seductively whispered, "Well, I do. Truth is, I think it's a great idea! Besides, John, now that I think of it, you owe me!"

"For what?"

"For setting you up with Ellen."

"Okay! You're right! I guess I do owe you one for that one. But, come own, Mikey! Let's get real here! You're asking me to do something that I really shouldn't ought to be doing!"

"And, why's that?"

"Because!"

"Because, why?" Mike eagerly pleaded with that ever so sultry voice of hers.

"Because, we're friends!"

"Right! And, that's all the more reason for the two of us to do it!"

"Huh?" John was clearly befuddled with his friend's illogical reply.

"Look, John! I've got just this one night to find out what sex is like from a girl's point of view, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let this golden opportunity slip by me without taking full advantage of it. Now that I've had a little taste of what it's like to be a girl, I find that I really want to know what's it's like to be multi-orgasmic! I want to feel what it's like to have a guy's pecker up inside me, you know, instead of the other way around! For once in my life, I want to become a pillow eater! I want to scream and buck and squirm! I want to know what it's like to be a woman, and if that makes me a brazen hussy, then so be it! I'm a brazen hussy! Now, while it's true that I can always play a game of stink-finger with myself, I can't achieve what I want to achieve all by my lonesome. In other words, John, I need a man to make love to me! And, with all my heart, I want - No! Make that need! - you to be that man! So, please! Do me a favor! Make love to me tonight! Take me somewhere, and ravish me up one side and down the other! Remember, John, to paraphrase a familiar saying, friends don't let friends come alone!"

"Well, I must say that I never heard it put quite like that before. So, tell me, Mikey, where in the hell did you come up with that one?"

"Hey! What can I say? Since I only have until the sun rises tomorrow morning, I don't have a lot of time to spare if I'm going to find out what being a girl is all about. In other words, I'm a little desperate right now! So, I guess you could say that I sort of came up with it on the spot!"

"Like hell! For my money, you pulled that one out of your ass, kiddo!"

"Okay! You won't get any argument out of me on that one! If you say that I pulled it out of my ass, then guess what, you win! I pulled it out of my ass! Okay! Now that that's settled, instead of pulling something out of my ass, how about you do me a big favor and consent to taking that gross little gnarled up 'thingie' of yours, and sliding it up inside this ever so snug new little you-know-what of mine?"

"Little!" John replied in a huff. "I'll have you know that my pecker makes that one of yours look like a pint sized piker."

"Hey! Tell you what, pal, how 'bout letting me be the judge of that?"

"My, my! Do I detect a little problem going on out here between the two of you?" Magatrix gleefully snickered, as she stepped up and gently placed a comforting hand on each of their shoulders.

In a knee-jerk reaction, John stammered, "Well... I... A... We... A..."

"Oh, yeah!" Mike, with her voice taking on the icy edge of agitation, harshly proclaimed. "There's a problem, all right! John here doesn't seem to want to play a game of hide the salami with me! I mean, I made it perfectly clear to him that I want him to make love to me tonight, but does he want to make love to me? Nooo..."

"Hey! Wait just a second here!" John irately registered a complaint. "I never once said that I didn't want to make love to you!"

"Oh! So, what you're saying is, you do want to make love to me?" Mike, in an all out effort on her part to persuade her friend, sarcastically sought clarification.

"Yes! I mean, I do! I really, really do! But, then again, I don't, you know, because we're friends, and it wouldn't be right for me to take advantage of you, you know, given what's going on with you right now!"

"Oh!" Mike responded tenderly as she enfolded her friend's hands in those ever so dainty and dexterous hands hers. "I think I understand perfectly. What you're so lamely trying to say is, you would be more than happy to make love to me were I really the girl that I appear to be. That's to say that your reluctance to fool around with me stems out of the fact that we're pals. And, the last thing in the world that you want to do is to do something that might jeopardize our friendship. In other words, John, you're afraid that were we to make love tonight, we'd both regret it in the morning. We'd both feel all icky about what we did. You're afraid that we'd end up not only hating ourselves, but one another as well, and due to that, we'd never want to see, or associate with each other ever again, right?"

"Yeah..." John sheepish replied. "I guess that pretty much sums up how I'm feeling right now."

"Yeah..." Mike said as she gave each one of her friend's hands a reassuring squeeze. "And, believe me when I say this. I completely understand why you feel the way you do. Hell, John! I have pretty much the same sort of concerns about us going to bed together as you do! And, you've got to believe me! The last thing I ever want to do is to mess up this friendship of ours! But, that's not going to happen, John! And, do you know why that's not going to happen? We're simply not going to let it happen!"

"Excuse me!" Magatrix managed to inject herself back into the conversation. "If the two of you will allow me to get a word in edgewise, I think I'll be able to ease your minds. First off, John, Mike is right when she said that the two of you aren't going to allow whatever might, or might not occur this evening to come between the two of you. Furthermore, just to set your minds at ease, I personally guarantee that your friendship will remain intact no matter what the two of you decide."

John was incredulous. "Oh! So, you're going to personally guarantee that we won't live to regret it if the two of us should decide to fool around tonight!"

"Yes," Magatrix benignly countered.

"And, just how the hell are you going to guarantee that?" John curtly demanded.

Unfazed by John's argumentative tone of voice, Magatrix responded by sarcastically saying, "May I remind you, kind sir, 'twas I who changed your friend here into this beguiling young lady, who, it appears, wishes nothing more than to enlist your help in what promises to be the mutually pleasurable pursuit of getting that new hide-de-hole of hers properly reamed out. Now, if I can manage something such as stupendous as turning a guy into a gal, don't you think it's reasonable to assume that I am fully capable of ensuring that the two of you will respect yourselves in the morning?"

"Well..." assailed by Magatrix's logical argument, John began to equivocate.

"Please, John!" with that new vagina of hers beginning to leak love-juices like a sieve, Mike eagerly implored. "Come on! You know she's right! You know if she can turn me into a girl, it stands to reason that she can make it so that neither one of us will feel guilty... or ashamed... or whatever... of doing something that we both really want to do!"

"Yeah..." John teetered on the brink of indecision. "I guess maybe she can, at that..."

"There is no 'maybes' about it, John," Magatrix chimed in. "Believe me, I can do what I just said I could do. I can make it possible for the two of you to make love tonight without all the emotional baggage that you fear you might accrue. Trust me, John! The only way you are going to regret anything about this evening is if you don't do as your friend asks. Mike desperately wants to find out what it's like to be a woman, and she needs your help to do so. So, come on, John! Be a buddy! Be a pal! Stuff all those silly ass apprehensions of yours, and for once in your life, do the manly thing! Screw your old pal here, and be done with it, okay? Besides, the crazy thing about all of this is, when push comes to shove, it's what you really what do, now isn't it?"

"Yes!" John grudgingly replied. "Yes, I guess I sort of want to, at that..."

"So, what are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?" Magatrix whimsically chuckled, as a gold embossed envelope magically appeared in her right hand. "Well, here you go then! Oh, and I should make mention of the fact that contained within this envelope, you'll find a key to my hotel suite, which, I might add, just happens to be located just across the street from this club. My suite is on the topmost floor, which, if my recollection serves me, is the tenth floor. Use any one the lobby elevators and when the doors open, turn right and proceed down the hallway until you reach 1042. Now, when you enter the sitting room, there's a bedroom to the left and another to the right. Use the one to your right. I'm in the one on the left. Oh, and just so the two of you know, each bedroom has its own bathroom, so you won't have to worry about running into me. However, should you need me, please feel free to knock. I promise, I won't bite or turn you into a frog or anything..."

"Um... I have a question, which, I guess you could say is more in the way of a concern than a question," John hesitantly stammered.

"Okay. Sure, shoot," Magatrix urged.

"What I'm concerned about is what happens if Mikey and I become separated. Will he all of a sudden lose the intimacy that keeps that dirty old male mind of his thinking like a female? I mean, let's say that one or the other of us has to go to the bathroom. My question is, do we have to go in together in order to maintain the intimacy factor that we've got going now?"

"No." Magatrix smiled as she replied. "But, I must say that that's very astute of you to be thinking along those lines, John. Oddly enough, a lot of the people that I have made this sort of offer to in the past are so caught up in the heat of the moment that they forget to ask me that particular question. But, to ease your concerns, as of this moment, I've fixed it so that Mike, or Mikey as you've been referring to her, is all girl, and so she will remain until the sun rises tomorrow. However, when the sun does rise tomorrow, the enchantment that I have enveloped her within will time-out, and your Mikey will magically revert to being the man she was born to be. In other words, John, should you wish to be spared the embarrassment of waking up in the morning in the same bed with another guy, I would strongly advise that you beat feet long before our lovely little Cinderella here changes back into a hairy chested Cinderfellow. All right?

"Okay! That pretty much covers all the essentials. The hotel's right across the street. You've got the key. The suite's number's on it. Remember, your bedroom is the one the right. So, go enjoy yourselves! Oh, and if you're worried about your dates - don't! Right now they are far too engrossed in other matters to give any thought as to what the two of you are doing..."

  

  

  

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