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 Magatrix the Magnificent, via the use of real magic, has elected to sidestep the spirit of the outdated codicil by asking for male volunteers from the audience to come up and join her on stage, whereupon she magically transforms the unsuspecting gentlemen into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.

 

Synopsis of Preceding Chapters

  Chapter 1 began with a conversation that occurred while the ultra feminized Michael Gerlach was dancing with his best friend, John Larsen. Having first discussed Mike's impressions of what it was like to be a woman, Mike continues on to tell John about of some of the more unusual aspects of transsexualization spell that she is operating under. Then, having admitted that she finds herself sexual attracted to John, Mike encourages John to kiss her. One kiss leads to another, whereupon a very turned-on Mike beseeches John to make love to her. At that point Magatrix joins the conversation and offers the two of them the use of one of her hotel suite's bedrooms.

In Chapter 2, we joined the couple just prior to Mike's first multi-orgasmic experience as a woman, via John's selfless act of oral sex. Following that, the two then go on to share their impressions. Then, to John's amazement, Mike informs her friend that what she wants is to experience what it feels like to have his manhood nestled snugly up insider her. John, after a little coaxing on Mike's part, is more than happy to oblige her.

Chapter 3 picks up where Chapter 2 left off, with Mike quickly losing her virginity as the two friends engage in their first act of carnal sex. Then, after they have somewhat recuperated from their love making session, another intimate conversation ensues in which John and Mike begin to tentatively explore how their feelings toward one another may have changed, in light of Mike's temporary and magical transsexualization. Another love making sessions follows, in which John, in the heat of his passion, utters those three little words that not only have a marked tendency to scare the bejesus out of people, but can prove absolutely disastrous to a relationship, terminating it with but their mere utterance.

In Chapter 4, having acknowledged the fact that they are indeed in love with one another, John and Mike begin to seriously examine the pros and cons of a life together as man and wife. Finally, after a good deal of discussion, Mike informs John that she wants nothing more than to remain a woman and become not only his wife, but the mother of his children as well. The chapter ended with Mike asking John to go get Magatrix so that she could prevail upon the magician to make her sexual reassignment a permanent one.

Chapter 5 began with John regrettably informing Mike that Magatrix has not returned to her hotel suite as yet. Then, having reconfirmed the fact that she dearly would like to remain the woman that the magician has turned her into, Mike, in an effort to make the most of her remaining time as a girl, enticed John into making love to her again. Afterward, aware that dawn was quickly approaching, and with Magatrix still a no-show, the two adopted a plan to wait the magician out.

 

Chapter 6

  Magatrix had promised that spending a night in bed together would not in any way impede on, or detract from, John and Mike's friendship. However, she had also promised that should they require her for anything, all they had to do was to cross the suite's sitting room and knock on her bedroom door, with the implication being that she would be more than happy to do whatever she could to help them.

Problem was, Magatrix was nowhere to be seen. Therefore, Mike was unable to ask the female magician if there was any way possible for her to remain the lovely young woman into which Magatrix had turned her into the night before.

Then, throwing a little more shit into the game, if what Magatrix had told them was true, Mike was due to revert back to being her manly self at sunrise, which was not that far in the offing. While neither Mike nor John was looking forward to that eventuality, they had put their heads together and come up with a contingency plan in the event that Magatrix did not put in an appearance before Mike changed back into a man again. The two of them had decided that should the unfortunate occur before the attractive magician could intervene, they would leave notes in several strategic locations around the suite, such as on Magatrix's pillows, saying something to the effect that Mike had something important to ask the magician.

Then, owing to the fact that they were both starting to get a little hungry, the plan was for the two of them to ride the elevator down to the lobby, and from there, avail themselves of the hotel's well stocked and fairly reasonably priced smorgasbord styled breakfast. Then, once their appetites were appeased, the plan was for them to head back up to the magician's suite, with the hope that Magatrix might return while they were downstairs, pigging out at the restaurant's locally renowned breakfast bar. If she was not there, since they still retained the key that the magician had given them the night before, John and Mike would simply reenter Magatrix's suite and once installed therein, endeavor to patiently await her return.

Even as Mike stepped into the shower, she was keenly aware that she was going to be hard pressed to remain patient. Unless Magatrix brought up some hidden aspect of what a permanent change might entail, Mike had already made her decision. Illogical as it was, Mike dearly wanted to remain the beautiful young woman into which Magatrix had changed her.

The truth of the matter was, now that Mike had arrived at her decision to become a woman on a full time basis, she did not ever want to revert to being a man again; save for perhaps entering the impish and somewhat perverted fantasy of being able to pull a sexual switcheroo on John every now and again, just to let him experience what being a girl was all about. Even as she began to lather up, Mike once again began to take perverse pleasure in thinking of just how much fun it would be were she able to occasionally turn the tables on John, and sock it to him the way he had socked it to her. 'Maybe,' she thought, 'were I to ask Magatrix for some magical means by which I could accomplish some sort of sexual switcheroo with John, she might even accommodate me.'

But, such speculation was nothing more than a side issue, or a diversion if you will. The first thing Mike needed to do was to get Magatrix to agree to make her a woman on a permanent basis. And, to accomplish that, Mike had to be able to engage the magician in a conversation.

Oddly enough, Mike was optimistic. She truly believed that once Magatrix heard her out, the magician would gladly grant her request. The problem, as Mike perceived it, was not convincing Magatrix to accede to her request, but to gain the magician's ear into order to make that request.

Mike was also well of aware of the fact that time was on her side. According to the event section of the paper, Magatrix was scheduled for nightly appearances at The Witches Brew, the local magic slash comedy club that was situated just across the street form the hotel where the magician's suite was located, until the followed Wednesday. That meant that John and Mike had all that Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and possibly some of Thursday morning to track Magatrix down. The chances were good that they would eventually succeed in doing just that.

Though Mike had yet to inform John of the decision at which she had arrived, she had already made up her mind as to what she was going to do. If it meant that she had to camp out in the magician's suite in order to be there when Magatrix eventually put in an appearance, she would do so without any reservation whatsoever. Furthermore, Mike planned to enlist John's help. Since he one, knew one of The Witches Brew's bartenders fairly well, and two, had a personal interest in the outcome of her present dilemma, Mike would have John stakeout the club for her. Sooner or later, the attractive female magician would turn up at one place or the other.

Mike just hoped it would be sooner than later. In fact, she was hoping and praying that Magatrix would return to her suite before not too many more minutes had past, due to the fact that Mike dearly wanted to remain the woman she was. Though dawn and dusk were the times of the day she habitually favored most, that Saturday morning, Mike found herself dreading dawn's arrival, and the monumental changes in her physicality it would engender. To even begin to suggest that Mike was increasingly becoming tense and ill at ease would have been the grossest of understatements.

The shower helped to drain away some of the tension Mike was experiencing. Having had the foresight to use one of the disposable shower caps that the hotel provided to protect those ever so glamorous honey blonde locks of hers, Mike luxuriated beneath the pulsating water that gushed out of the frosted glass enclosure's adjustable shower head.

During the lathering-up process, Mike had come to the stark realization that even with all of her friend's deft handed attentiveness, all of those marvelous erogenous zones of hers still yearned to be both fondled and caressed. They sang their siren song of enticement, and Mike, much like those Grecian sailors who plied the Mythical Seas of Legends, could not muster the wherewithal within herself to resist their hypnotic call. In a knee jerk reaction that required not even a flick of conscious thought, one hand rose to cup the underside of one those magnificent breast mounds of hers, while the other dove straight toward her crotch. Keenly aware that this might be her last multi-orgasmic hurrah, so to speak, Mike, completely oblivious to the water raining down on her, frantically addressed those carnal needs that beckoned her on.

Knowing that the dawn might arrive at any moment, and in doing so, trigger the dreaded changes she now so abhorred to even contemplate, Mike wasted no time getting down to the nitty-gritty of what she was attempting to achieve. Luckily for her, ever since she had become consciously aware that Magatrix had shoved a heavy-handed dosage of femininity up that manly hung ass of hers, turning it into a seductively rounded derriere in the process, Mike found that she seemed to exist in perpetual state of semi-arousal. A half a dozen clit-flicks were all it took to start those vaginal love juices of hers flowing. A half a dozen more and Mike entered the Katie-Bar-The-Door frenzy of self-induced carnal depravity.

Mike employed no niceties, no special finesses of the finger joint, and no imaginative tweaking twiddles. Her masturbation techniques, when compared to John's deft-handed ministrations, were extremely crude. She simply stood in the shower enclosure, with those every so lovely legs of hers splayed in a very unladylike manner, rubbing herself off for all she was worth.

However, as crude and hurried as her masturbation techniques were, Mike managed to quickly bring herself to the disembarkation point that heralded orgasmic climax.

Granted, the string of orgasms that she triggered within herself were nowhere near as intense as those that John had conjured, but Mike nevertheless enjoyed the hell out of them. They also served as a distraction, a momentary reprieve from all the anxiety that was beginning to weigh heavy on her mind.

Having toweled off, Mike returned to the bedroom, and was gladdened by the fact that her buddy was not there. For some reason that she had yet to fathom, the last thing Mike wanted was to be in John's presence when she reverted back to being her old manly self. Just the thought of that happening sent cold shivers down her spine. John, she half suspected, felt pretty much the same way that she did.

"Shit!" Glancing out the window, an extremely edgy Mike fumed. "It's still dark! I wonder what time dawn will get here?"

Taking a second to orient herself, Mike confirmed the fact that the window she was looking out of faced roughly south. Having been able to make out a few of the brighter stars that hung in the sky, Mike knew that were she to look out the window and off to her left, she should soon be able to discern the first glimmer of the coming dawn.

There was nothing else for Mike to do, but to get dressed.

Trouble was, the only thing she had to put on were the clothes she had been wearing the night before, the very same ones that Magatrix had magically provided Mike with backstage in the close confines of the room that served as the magician's dressing room. While she loved the way she had looked decked out in that sinfully scintillating liquid silver club dress and matching stiletto heels, Mike did not relish the idea of turning back into a man who was in turn, trussed up in the debasing ignominy of such feminine finery. Mike knew that if that were to happen, it would only depress her more then she already was.

Then, as Mike stood there, pondering what she was going to do about clothing herself, it suddenly dawned on her. She probably did not have a thing to worry about. More than likely, if Magatrix had the game rigged the way Mike suspected she did, everything would probably just take care of itself. Since Magatrix had changed the slacks and sweater she, as a he, had been wearing into first, a skimpy and thoroughly sexy magician's assistant costume, that had in turn had been transformed into the ever so flattering liquid silver club wear after the show was over, it seemed reasonable to Mike that everything, including her clothes, would probably revert to normal with the advent of dawn's unwanted arrival.

Since she had little recourse but to go with what she thought to be a logical assumption on her part, Mike gathered up the haphazardly discarded garments, and having sorted them out on the bed, selected the silver satin thong as the first article of clothing to be donned. Next came the matching bra. Pantyhose followed, and then, the dress itself. Next, using her toes to upright, and then position them, Mike deftly inserted first one of those dainty feet of hers, followed soon after by the other, into those lofty, silver hued, dick-teaser specials of hers. Lastly, she picked up the silver necklace that John had so gently removed, and as if she had been doing so all her life, casually set it once again about that ever so regal neck of hers.

Turning to get a look at herself in the mirror, an unexpected wolf whistle escaped her lips, then she gleefully exclaimed, "Damn, girl! You've got to admit, you are one fine piece of ass, if ever there was one! I mean, here you are, turning yourself on, and all you're doing is looking at yourself! There's no getting around it, you definitely are good enough to eat! It's a damn shame you aren't double-jointed!"

Leaning in, so as to get a better look at that ever so angelic face of hers, Mike continued on to say, "Shit! As crazy as this is going to sound right now, I've got to say that I find myself a little envious of John! I mean, that lucky son of bitch got to spend a night with a girl that I'd give my right nut to go out on a date with, much less take to bed. What the hell am I saying? I mean, when you think about it, I guess I really gave not only my right nut, but my left one as well, to go out with a girl like me! You know something, kiddo?" Mike pointedly said, addressing her mirror image. "If Magatrix either can't, or won't do what you plan on asking her to do, you really are going to miss the shit out of being a girl, aren't you?"

Then, in answer to her own question, Mike curtly replied, "Yeah... you bet that sweet and ever so succulent ass of yours, you are!"

Turning back toward the window, Mike's body involuntarily shuddered, as those azure eyes of hers beheld the telltale traces of the rosy-orange glint of false dawn.

Looking toward the ceiling, Mike torturously implored, "Please, God! Let Magatrix get here before I change back into a man again, and let her be agreeable to leaving me a woman for the rest of my life! If you do, I promise I'll be a good girl!" Tears of regret began to well up in Mike's eyes. "I'll do everything I can to make John the best wife he could ever hope to have!" she laboriously sobbed.

However, as one might expect, the Almighty did not provide an immediate answer to Mike's prayers. Instead, as was His wont, God elected to let the situation play itself out.

Ten minutes later, dawn arrived, and with it, Mike's manhood.

It happened in the flickering of an instant. One moment, Mike was as female as female could be, the next, he was back to being his old masculine self, as were the various items of clothing he was wearing.

The odd thing was, Mike found his return to manhood unsettling. He felt an almost overwhelming sense of strangeness, a strangeness that was analogous to that which a seafarer experiences upon returning to land, having spent an extended period at sea. He was discombobulated, and regardless of the fact that he was wearing his trusty docksiders, rather than a pair of stiletto heels, he was extremely unsteady on his feet.

"This is really weird!" Mike muttered to himself. "Why am I having so much trouble readjusting to being a man again? Hell! Save for the few short hours I spent as a woman, damn if I haven't had this body all my life! So, why in the hell does my being a man again feel so unnatural? I mean, I feel so awkward, so ungainly, so... so... so... so unladylike, all of a sudden!"

The strangeness quickly passed, but not so his damn near debilitating sense of uneasiness. Though he had only been a woman for a few short hours, Mike was unequivocally sure of one thing. He dearly wanted to be one again, and remain one for the rest of rest of his life.

 

*****

 

Exiting the bedroom and coming face to face with his boyhood friend was probably the hardest thing that Mike ever had to do. However, having taken a few minutes to compose himself, Mike, aware that he reached the point where it was shit-or-get-off-the-pot time, opened the bedroom door and stepped boldly into the suite's sitting room.

"Hey, pal!" a slightly startled John looked up, and offhandedly inquired. "How's it hanging?"

Taken aback by his buddy's lame attempt at a jocular comment, Mike timidly stammered, "Okay, I guess..."

Then, upon realizing that John was endeavoring to make it as easy for him as possible, Mike rephrased his prior response, "Actually... now that I think about it, I'd have to say that it's hanging pretty good."

"Oh... So, am I to take it that you've reconsidered?"

"No!" Mike abruptly, if not angrily snapped. "No, I haven't reconsidered a damn thing! Make no never mind about it! I still want to talk to Magatrix and ask her about that thing I want to ask her."

"Good. I'm glad to hear you say that, pal. I mean, I kind thought you might have changed your mind."

"No!" Mike was emphatic. "I haven't changed my mind in the least little bit. In other words, I still want to go through with it in the worst way imaginable!"

"Good. Then, I guess I can leave the notes right where I put them."

"What notes?" Mike excitedly demanded.

"The notes that I've been writing while you've been in the bedroom, doing God knows what to get yourself ready to go down and have breakfast! The very same notes that I've pretty much plastered all over this suite of hers! The notes that inform Magatrix that it's imperative for the two of you to get together and have a little chit chat! The notes upon which I have listed both of our home phone numbers, plus our work numbers, my pager, and that new cellphone of yours!"

"Oh! So, what you're saying is, you've been busy?"

"You ain't shittin', pal! I've been one busy son of a bitch if ever there was one!"

"So, where have you been putting all these notes of yours?"

"Well, I put one on her bed, and another on her bureau. I also put two in her bathroom, one on the mirror above of the sink, and the other I hung on one of those do-dad thingamajigs that hold up the shower curtain. There's one here on the coffee table, and I put another one over there on the floor, so she can't help but see it when she walks in the door. I also intend on taking this last one I just finished here downstairs with us, you know, to drop off at the front desk in the off-chance she checks in there before heading up here."

"Wow! I must say, you have been a busy little beaver."

"Told ya'! So, what do you say we get our asses in gear and go grab us some breakfast? Remember, pal, the sooner we go get something to eat, the sooner we can get back up here!"

"Yeah... Sure... Since she's not here now, I guess we might just as well go get something to eat."

"Sounds like a plan to me. I mean, I don't know about you, pal. But, speaking for myself, I can tell you one thing. I'm famished!"

 

*****

 

As the two began to make their way down the hall, in an effort to make light of the situation, John quipped, "Now, I don't know how your night went, but I've got to tell you, pal, mine was absolutely fan-fucking-tastic!"

"It was, was it?"

"Oh, yeah... It most certainly was! You see, pal, last night, while we were at the Witches Brew, I met this girl, and I guess you could say that she knocked my socks off!"

Mike, aware of what his buddy was trying to do, figured that he might as well play along. "Oh, so what you're saying is, she was nice?"

"Oh, yeah... She was nice, all right! Truth is, she was nicer than nice!"

"In other words, she was way out of your league, wasn't she?"

"Yeah, you could say that... But, regardless of that, we somehow hit it off."

"Then, I guess it's true what they say."

Pretending to be a little put-off by his friend's drolly delivered comment, John tersely demanded, "And, what's that?"

"That some women just don't have any taste when it comes to the men they choose to go out with."

Their conversation continued after they entered the elevator.

"So," Mike asked, "did you get any?"

Smiling at the recollection that Mike question's conjured, John sheepishly replied, "Yeah, I sure as hell did..."

"So tell me. Was she any good?"

"Good?" It was John's turn to stammer. "She wasn't just good! She was great! Truth is, Mike, I've never been with anyone who even came close to being as good in bed as she was! I mean to tell ya'! She was terrific! Absolutely terrific..."

"All right, already! I'll take your word for it. If you say she was terrific, then, by God, she was terrific. I'm not about to argue with you. So, I take it that you're in lust with her?"

"No way, man! I'm way past lust!"

"Oh, so what you're saying is, you've fallen for this new piece of ass of yours in a big way?"

"First off, Mike, let's get something straight here! She ain't no piece of ass! She's a lady! And, just so you know, I'm so in love with her it isn't funny!"

"Oh, and I suppose you're going to marry her..."

"That's the plan."

"You love her that much?"

"I sure as hell do!"

"So, am I going to be your best man?"

"'Fraid not, pal..." the elevator doors glided opened.

"How come?" Mike rudely demanded, as he followed John out into the lobby.

"Well, while I had always planned on asking you to be my best man, when and if I ever got married, I have to tell you that there's been a change of plans." John located the front desk.

Still enjoying the banter, Mike went on to complain, "You mean to tell me that I'm not even going to be a member of the wedding party?"

"Oh, you need have no fear on that account. If things work out the way I'm hoping, you'll be in the wedding party all right!" John said as he laid the note he carried on the front desk before him. Folding the note in thirds, he used one of the pens that the hotel provided and inscribed Magatrix's name on the topmost fold. Then, he called the desk clerk over and entrusted the note into her care, with the implicit instructions that it was to be forwarded to the lady in question upon her return to the hotel.

"Okay! So, if I'm not slated to be the best man in this upcoming wedding of yours, are you saying that you want me to be one of the ushers?" Mike, pretending to be a little miffed, tersely demanded as he and John turned and headed down the hallway for the restaurant.

"No... I had an altogether different role in mind for you."

"Oh, you did, did you?"

"Yes... Yes, I did."

"Oh, I get it! You're going to humiliate me by asking me be the ring bearer!"

John had to chuckle at that one. "Ring bearer... now that's rich... Actually, now that I think about it, Mike, you could even say that in a manner of speaking, I do want you to be a ring bearer. However, in this particular instance, if things go the way I'm hoping they'll go, you won't be carrying the rings down the aisle at the beginning of the ceremony. Rather, you'll be wearing one of them as you make your way out of the church."

"Oh, and I suppose you'll be wearing the other one?" Mike snapped with feigned indignation.

"Like I said before, that's the plan. Now, come on! What do you say to the two of us going and getting something to eat?"

  

  

  

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