By Deane Christopher Edited by Steve Zink Copyrighted 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 Magatrix the Magnificent, via the use of real magic, has elected to sidestep the spirit of the outdated codicil by asking for male volunteers from the audience to come up and join her on stage, whereupon she magically transforms the unsuspecting gentlemen into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.
Chapter 2
Based on some of the laudatory remarks that had been made by a good many of the women that she as a he had slept with over the years, Mike had good reason to believe that she was a far better than average lover. However, as talented, as considerate, and as passionate a lover as she had been as a man, Mike was quick to realize that John's lovemaking technique far outclassed her own. Where Mike considered herself a skillful artisan, she immediately recognized the fact that John was a grand master at the game of pleasuring women, and in doing so, felt herself extremely lucky.
To Mike's way of thinking, his buddy was a virtuoso when it came to the art of making love. Skillfully, moving from one erogenous zone to another, John soon had Mike wriggling beneath his deft handed ministrations. His kisses were heavenly, his tongue divine.
Over and over and over again, employing the touch, tweak and titillate method of sexual stimulation, John unhurriedly brought his buddy to the brink of orgasmic release. However, each time he did so, just about the time Mike felt herself on the cusp of climaxing, John, in a cunningly calculated, if not mildly sadistic maneuver, would retarget his efforts, so as to raise his friend's level of anticipation.
Having just experienced yet another jolt of excruciating pleasure emanating outward from the elusive nub of her clitoral protrusion, a thoroughly captivated Mike breathlessly squealed, "Oh my God, John! You have no idea how wonderful that feels!"
Lifting his lips clear of the crevice crease with which Magatrix had magically fitted out his buddy, John playfully responded, "Oh! So, what you're saying is, that as a girl, you kind of like being eaten-out?"
"Like it? I love it!" Mike tortuously shrieked, as she felt the tip of her friend's ever so talented tongue begin to once again swirl and twirl about that nifty little clit of hers. "I absolutely love it!"
Lifting his lips for a second time, John sardonically teased, "I'm sorry. Did I just hear you say that you want me to stop?"
"No!" Mike implored in a frenzied panic born out of the irrational desperation of her wanton needs. "Never! Please, John, I don't want you to ever stop..."
A few minutes later, John, aware that his oral ministrations had achieved their desired objective, and reinforced with the knowledge that something that gave so much pleasure could just as easily become an irritant, ceased and desisted. Moving ever so gingerly so as to not disturb, or in any way intrude on the fragility of the moment, he drew himself up and out of the 'v' of his friend's splayed legs. Repositioning himself alongside of the beautiful and beguiling young woman that Magatrix had changed his boyhood buddy into, John ever so tenderly enfolded the sexually spent and utterly spellbound minx into the conciliatory comfort of a lover's compassionate embrace.
Mike, who was dreamily exploring every facet of the prismatic wonderment of her first female multi-orgasmic afterglow, while conjointly savoring every nuance of the gushing, primordial, tsunami like reverberations that had coursed and cavorted within her but a few short moments before, employed what little energy she could muster to nuzzle John's cheek with her own.
With a quivering, almost inaudible whimper, Mike finally managed the wherewithal to dreamily mutter, "Before I forget, I just want to thank you for what you just did, John."
Responding as if making love to his childhood pal was nothing more than an everyday occurrence, John cockily replied with an easterner's rather poor attempt at mimicking the natural twang of a westerner's inflections, "T'weren't nothin', ma'am. I was more than happy to oblige."
A minute or so after that, John, spurred on by his overwhelming sense of curiosity, broke in upon the omnipresent intimacy of their silence. "So, tell me, kiddo! What'dya think?"
Seeking clarification, Mike dreamily purred, "You mean about the orgasms?"
"Of course I mean the orgasms! What'dya think I was referring to, Mikey - this hotel room that Magatrix was nice enough to let us use? I mean, since you're the only guy I know who has had the opportunity to have experienced sex from both sides of the gender gap, it pretty much goes without saying that I'm kind of interested in hearing your take on what it was like."
"You would, would you?"
"Yes, Mikey! I most certainly would! For instance, now that you've experienced what sex is like from a woman's point of view, tell me, who has it better? Men or women?"
Without any hesitation, Mike dogmatically responded, "Women! Most definitely women! When it comes to orgasms, trust me, John, women have it so much better than men, it isn't funny! I mean to tell you, pal, you have no idea what you and all the other swinging dicks out there are missing!"
John was a little dubious. "Really? Are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm serious! I'm as serious as serious can be!" Mike answered jubilantly, and without any equivocation whatsoever.
"And, you're saying that you really like it?"
"Oh, yeah! I liked it a lot. Fact is, I didn't just like it. I loved it! I absolutely loved it! Truth is, I loved it so much, I have half a mind to ask Magatrix to just leave me the way I am right now!"
"You're shittin' me, aren't you, Mikey? I mean, you're not serious about asking Magatrix to let you stay a woman?"
"No..." Mike replied thoughtfully, as she reached up and began to narcissistically fondle one of those ample and super-sensitized breasts of hers. "However, I must say it is something to think about..."
"Mikey!" John was alarmed. "That's crazy! You're a man, for cripesake!"
"A man!" Mike coquettishly pondered the notion. "I don't think so... I mean, I was a man... and no doubt I'll be a man again... but for the here and now of it, John, as you can attest to yourself, I'm anything but the man I was born to be. And, just so you know, this being a girl thing is pretty neat! Truth be told, John, you really ought to give it a go!"
Indignantly, John rounded on Mike with an abruptly and demonstratively delivered, "I don't think so!"
"No, John! Trust me! You're overreacting! I've got to tell you that being a girl isn't anywhere near as bad as you're making it out to be. I'll grant you that were the situation reversed, and you were the girl and I was the guy, I'd probably would be reacting pretty much the way you are...
"Hey! Tell you what! How about I go ask Magatrix to lay a little of that hocus-pocus, presto-changeo, guyo-girlo magic of hers on the two of us, you know, to change you into a girl and me back into a guy again? That way, I can show you just how much fun you can have out of being a girl, and thereby return the favor."
"I really don't think that's a good idea, Mikey."
"How come? Are you afraid that you just might like it as much as I do?"
"Well," John uneasily replied, "it suffices to say that becoming a girl, even if it is only for only a couple of hours, doesn't hold any appeal for me whatsoever."
"It doesn't?"
"No way, man! I like being a guy too much to ever like being a girl!"
"You mean to tell me that you never once entertained the notion of what it would be like to be a girl?"
"No!" John was emphatic.
Challenging his friend's assertion, Mike impishly responded with a chuckle and a sarcastic, "Yeah, right! You don't actually expect me to believe that line of bullcrap of yours, do you? Remember, pal, it was only a couple of months ago when you and I caught a rerun of 'Switch' on one of the cable channels. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I do believe I remember your saying something about how you wouldn't mind the opportunity to feel yourself up if you somehow ended up decked out in the bodacious body of a girl."
"Okay, wise-ass!" John fumed. "So what if I did say something like that! You aren't going to hold me to some offhanded comment that I made a couple of months ago, are you?"
"No, John. I'm not. All I'm saying is that you really ought to think about it, given that the opportunity will probably never present itself ever again."
"Okay!" John was clearly flustered. "Tell you what I'm going to do! I'm going to take your advice, and think about it."
"Good! But, you better make it snappy, owing to the fact that you don't have a lot of time if you're going to avail yourself of this very unique opportunity. Oh! And, while we're on the subject, I promise that if you do try out this girl for the night shit, you won't regret it. I know that I sure as hell haven't," Mike said, as she reached down in between their bodies, and locating John's manhood, began to fondle it.
"Hey!" John, in a knee-jerk reaction, harshly exclaimed. "And, just what in hell do you think your doing, young lady?"
"Returning the favor."
"Oh, no you don't, Mikey! Look! Tonight's your night! We're not going to worry about me, all right?"
"But, I want you to enjoy yourself, too."
"Don't you worry about me, kiddo. Trust me. I'm enjoying myself just fine."
"But!" Mike raised an objection.
"But, nothing, kiddo! Believe me! Just seeing you get off is more than enough for me. And, knowing that I'm the one that's responsible for turning you into a real live, walking, talking, pillow eating nymphomaniac is pure icing on the cake. I mean to tell ya! It does my heart good to see you enjoying yourself like you've been! And, you are enjoying yourself, aren't you?"
"Oh, yeah! I can't even begin to tell you how much I'm enjoying myself..." Mike allowed those ever so compelling, come hither eyes of hers to first flutter, and then close, as she gently slipped into the self-absorbed serenity of yet another moment of introspective silence.
Then, as a random, though related, thought began to ply the pastoral pathways of her mind, Mike perked up, exclaiming as she did so, "Oh, and lest I forget, I just want to tell you that, as a lover, John, you are absolutely fan-fucking-tastic! And, just so you know, I'm not bird-turdin' you, either! Take it from me, pal, you are one hell of a lover! Look! I know how trite this is going to sound, but you turned me every which way but loose!"
"I did, didn't I?"
"Oh, yeah... you sure as hell did! Oh, and guess what! I do believe that you found my G-Spot."
"I did?" John was clearly dubious. "When?"
"When you were playing a game of stink-finger with me."
"You mean, when I had my middle finger up inside of that little new you-know-what of yours?"
"If you're referring to this nifty new cunt of mine, then the answer is, YES! I mean, it just felt really funny at first, you know, feeling you probing around inside of me like that. But then, all of a sudden, you hit this real sensitive area, and the next thing I know, I've got these absolutely fantastic sexual shivers coursing all throughout this nifty new body of mine."
"Wow! Now, that's really something!"
"How so?" Mike asked, seeking clarification.
"Well, if it is true that I did somehow manage to find your G-Spot, I have to confess that it's a first for me."
"You mean to tell me that you never had another woman tell you that you found her G-Spot?"
"No! Never... Truth be told, kiddo, I always half suspected that the G-Spot was nothing more than a lot of crap. I thought it was just another one of those urban legends that you're always hearing about, concocted by a group of ball-busting feminist dykes, as a ploy to make men feel as if they were somehow inadequate lovers."
"Yeah. I kind of a thought so, too..." Mike murmured thoughtfully. "However, I now know differently." Shivering with the recollection, Mike continued on to gleefully declare, "So, I guess you could say that we both have learned an invaluable lesson tonight. There really is a G-Spot, and - Thank the Lord! - I've got one!"
"Maybe, while you're thanking God, you ought to thank Magatrix as well," John offered with a chuckle. "After all, Mikey, she's the one who fitted you out with this lovely new body of yours."
"What can I say, John? When you're right, you're right! I do have Magatrix to thank for tonight! Please, John, first thing tomorrow morning, I want you to call me and remind me that I need to do something special to thank her for everything. Okay?"
"Sure..." John replied as he began to run his free hand along the inner run of his friend's sensually smooth thigh.
"So, what do you think? Flowers? Candy? What?"
"Honestly, I think flowers will be just fine. After all, isn't it the thought that counts?" John muttered as he lowered his lips to the nap of Mike's ever so graceful neck.
"Yeah... Okay! That's what I'll do. I'll send her some flowers... Oooo... That feels wonderful."
"So," John tentatively sought Mike's input, "I take it that you're ready for another go-around?"
"Yes. I do believe I am, at that. But, can you do me a really big favor this time? As much as I enjoyed it when you went down on me, and I really hope you will do so again this time, once I'm all primed and ready, and my little you-know-what is leaking love-juices like a sieve, will you take that gross, gnarled up thingie of yours, and stick up inside of me?"
"Pardon my French, kiddo, but are you saying that you actually want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, John! That's exactly what I'm saying! I want you fuck me, you know, as in I want you to hump the living shit out of me!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure!"
"Don't you think that you might want to reconsider asking me to do that?"
"Why? Why, would I want to do that?"
"Because, there's a good chance that as it stands now, the lovely young lady that Magatrix turned you into might still be a virgin."
"So, what's the big deal about me, and my being a virgin""
"Think about it, kiddo. What do virgins have that other women don't?"
"Oh, you're right! I plum forgot all about that! If I'm a virgin, it pretty much goes without saying that I still have a maidenhead."
"That's right, Mikey! There's the very real possibility that you've still got your cherry." John tenderly planted a kiss on the Mike's quivering lips. "And, if you do, when I do what you're asking me to do, there's a real good possibility that I'm going to pop that hymen of yours. And, if I pop it, it's probably going to cause you a good deal of pain, or at the very least, a fair amount of discomfort."
Having taken a moment to mull over the consequences of what might occur, Mike replied, "I really don't give a rat's ass about the pain, John! Look, the way I see it, I've only have this one night to find out what it's like to be on the receiving end of things, and because I really want to experience the whole nine yards of what it's like to be a woman, I really want you - No! Make that need you! - to go all the way with me!"
"Are you sure about this?"
"Oh, yes!" Mike was emphatic. "I'm sure! Truth be told, I'm surer than sure! Please, John, there's nothing I want more right now than to feel what it's like to have that ugly little pecker of yours nestled ever so snugly up inside of this new and nifty little hidey hole of mine!"
"All right, Mikey!" There was just a hint of reluctance conveyed in John's halfhearted response. "I'll do as you ask." Then, after a momentary pause, he enthusiastically continued on to say, "Fact is, now that I think about it, I'd be more than happy to do as you ask. However, before I do, I want you to promise me that, come tomorrow morning, you aren't going to hold it against me."
"You've got yourself a deal, pal!" Mike seductively intoned. "I promise that I won't hold it against you. Truth be told, John, the only thing I would ever hold against you would be if you don't make love to me the way I want you to. Understand?"
"Yes," John tenderly replied, and followed it up with a stream of gentle kisses evenly parceled out along the nap of his best friend's ever so elegant neck. "I understand perfectly."
"John..." Mike sensually whimpered.
"Yes?"
"Can you do me just one more favor?"
"Sure, kiddo! It would be my pleasure. What is it?"
"Please, just shut up, and get down to the business of making love to me!"
Unable to stifle a chuckle, John replied, "With pleasure, ma'am..."
Vowing to himself that he would make this the most memorable and cherished experience in either of their lives, John bent to the task of servicing the carnal needs of the extremely desirable young temptress that lay next to him.