2 - Himiko Yumeno - Suddenly Sexy

In a dark area behind the curtain of her performance stage, Hope's Peak Academy's Ultimate Magician peered into her audience with a moody frown on her pouty lips. She'd lined up her big magic show, and she'd even gone to the trouble of inviting a number of friends and classmates. Yet, despite her exhausting efforts, there was only a single seat filled in the auditorium: Shuichi Saihara, her classmate, was in the front row, awkwardly glancing between the dark stage and the motionless doors he'd entered through. She could see the gears turning in his head: Had Himiko seen him come in? If she didn't, would it be less awkward if he made an exit now? But if she had, he'd be seen deserting her as her only audience member.

"Nyeeeh..." the red-headed performer sighed, glad she could see Shuichi but he couldn't see her. "This is a pain... not like 'oh, I don't feel like doing it.' This is actually, literally painful. I know it's close to final exams, but could it be... people think studying is more important than coming to my show? Don't they know that the key to effective studying is a big smile brought about by childlike wonderment?! I thought everyone knew that..."

Himiko was surprised to find that instead of being frustrated, she was actually nervous. There was a part of her that wanted Shuichi to leave and save her the embarrassment of a performance for an audience of one. Then again, if he was sticking around, was there a chance he was actually really looking forward to it? If he was, and HImiko let him down, wouldn't she be responsible when his lack of a smile, his depression brought about by magic deprivation, caused him to flunk out of the Academy?!

"I owe Shuichi a good show... But I dunno if I have it in me... This is gonna be rough, nyeh..." The magician began rifling through the many hidden pockets of her stage cloak, looking for something that spoke to her as a silver bullet for her predicament. Then, she found it. She'd pushed it out of her mind until now, but...

As a "pre-graduation" present, the headmaster of the school, the obnoxious Monokuma, had given her some kind of present. It was a small box, about the size of a cell phone, wrapped up in paper and a big bow. The bear had told her it was a one-time-use special magic trick, guaranteed to turn heads no matter what, and she should save it to use for when she needed to knock a big audience dead. She'd rolled her eyes and tucked it away, intending to never even open it. Then, she'd forgotten to ever throw it away.

Well, now she was dying to know if it was some kind of miracle that would impress Shuichi. Now was a great time to use it, she assured herself: first, if it turned out to suck, she'd still be in the Academy and could complain to Monokuma directly. Second, if it turned out to be the real deal, she wouldn't want to rely on it for a real audience, anyway. This little gig among friends... or, well, friend... was the perfect high-stakes/low-stakes opportunity.

The curious young woman rattled the box next to her head. She didn't even hear a rattle. Could there be anything useful inside? Fully expecting that she'd unwrap it and find a card calling her a sucker, Himiko braced for something annoying and opened the package.

Inside it was...

Nothing?

Himiko looked down at the empty, unwrapped box perched between her long, red-painted nails. "What kinda prank is this?" her deep, sultry voice asked. She thought for a moment, tossing the box aside and kneading the sides of her hair with her knuckles. Finally, she came to a thought she liked. "I got it! This is that classic, uh... 'You don't need any help, you got this' confidence-boosting type thing! Like 'you don't need a secret weapon, you ARE a secret weapon.' I guess? Well, whatever! If I don't get my butt out there, Shuichi really is gonna leave, and I'm only gonna have myself to blame. Time to make some magic happen!" Himiko readied the stage lights and some tools (ones that weren't exactly her usual), then strut out to the stage to prepare for the spotlight.

Shuichi glanced at his watch. He knew he wasn't the only one Himiko had invited to this show. Where were Tenko and Angie? For that matter, where was Himiko herself? Shuichi tended to think of Himiko as a bit socially awkward, but surely she realized that if she was going to be holding the show for their arrival, she should step out and announce it? Someone less polite than him would definitely have left by now...

Suddenly, the lights in the auditorium dimmed. It looked like Himiko intended to run this thing, even with an audience of one. Shuichi prepared to either open his heart to the surprising power of magic or the more probable power of polite clapping for a friend's effort.

Himiko's mom appeared on stage, a woman with an uncanny similarity to her daughter. She had similar red hair falling to her shoulders, topped with a witch's hat and with the bangs swept and pinned with a similar accessory to Himiko's. The outfit was noticably different: even though she wore a stage cloak like Shuichi might expect from a magician, she had a grey blouse below that, unbuttoned so far down that it seemed to reveal the intersection of a bra and an incredible valley of cleavage. She had a skirt like Himiko's but with the sides pinched up, such that a turn to the side would probably reveal how the tights fit to her wide hips. She had thick, long legs, terminating in those same odd boots Himiko herself wore.

Shuichi gulped. He was trying not to stare at his classmate's mom, but there was a spotlight on her. Wearing an awkward smile, the Ultimate Detective politely clapped while searching for the Ultimate Magician with his eyes. They kept returning to the familiar beauty center stage.

In a few seconds, the woman clarified the situation for him. "Welcome, boys and girls, to Himiko Yumeno's Ultimate Magic Show! I, the great and mystical Himiko, will astound and confound, amuse and delight, and channel all of my considerable mystic power into putting a smile on your face!" The older woman, who Shuichi was still thinking of as a mother in front of her daughter's classmates, emphasized her words with a twinkle in her heavy-lidded eyes and a jostle of the arms crossed below her breasts. The bounce for his benefit was impossible to interpret as anything else.

Shuichi's claps slowed down. He felt himself beginning to sweat and reflexively reached for the collar of his uniform, playing with it nervously.

The woman pointed to him with a wand she'd produced from her cloak. "You there! Shuichi, do you believe in the power of magic?"

Surprised to hear his name, Shuichi reflexively rose to his feet as if called by a teacher. "Oh, uh... Y-yeah, sure. Himiko's always impressing us with her magic in class."

A smile crossed the woman's lips, but she tilted her head as she kept her wand pointed. "Huh? Well, yeah, I am, but why are you saying it like that? I know I was impressing you, cuz I was there. I'm the mage doing the magic, remember?"

Shuichi quickly realized what the woman was suggesting and laughed, assuming this was a joke for the show.

The woman identifying herself as Himiko pouted, planting her fists on her wide hips. The gesture was undeniably Himiko's. While the small magician Shuichi knew had stayed small her whole time at the Academy (she blamed her poor diet and sleep habits, which she then blamed on her devoted hours of magic preparation), it was possible to recognize other aspects of her in the bombshell on stage. Finally, she tilted her head back in a haughty way, looking down on her one audience member. "Fine. You're saying you won't recognize me as that impressive mage until I show you some impressive magic, huh? What a pain..."

Quickly rebounding, Himiko put a smile back on her lips and plucked the hat from her head. "Allow us to start with the simplest of feats: the translocation of matter!" She turned the hat over for him to reveal there were no obvious objects hiding inside, then waved it through the air in various orientations to show nothing would fall out.

That was a pointless gesture, as Shuichi was not making any attempt to follow the magic trick with his eyes, still so distracted in trying to solve the mystery of the woman calling herself Himiko.

Once she was satisfied with the demonstration, Himiko held the hat close to her chest, her tongue sticking out and working her lip as she appeared to exert herself waving the wand. "Watch and be amazed... presto! Abra cada-bra! The illusory made real!"

The detective momentarily forgot his investigation and his manners alike. Instead of clapping, he watched in stunned silence as the magician on stage dipped the wand into her hat and began to, with effort, yank an enormous, vibrantly pink bra from within. When she finally had it out, she confidently spread her arms in a "v" in the air, her hat in one hand and her bra-draped wand in the other.

The trace Shuichi had seen below her shirt was now clearly gone, and the peaks of nipples showed clearly against the thin fabric of her grey blouse.

Seeming to treat his dropped jaw as evidence of her successful magic, the woman replaced the hat on her head and shook the bra off onto the stage floor. "Hii hee hee hee! Now, you have **** but to acknowledge me as the great Himiko Yumeno. Or do you need further proof?"

Now, Shuichi thought he was being messed with. Despite being the audience to a magic act, he felt compelled to talk back. "Seriously? You're obviously not Himiko."

Now, she looked confused, then annoyed. "Wh- Huh? What's gotten into you? Who else at this school does magic like this with red hair and a cute face? You're kinda throwing my act off, here..."

Shuichi rose from his feet and walked towards the stage. He didn't want to argue with the woman, but he didn't want to offend her, either. Maybe... it really was Himiko, in some kind of stage prosthetic?

For her part, Himiko walked closer to allow him a better look.

Instead of looking harder, Shuichi immediately looked away, covering his reddened face with one hand. The stage performer's approach, had put her in a position where it was impossible not to see up her tiny skirt from this angle. Instead of the unique bloomers Shuichi was aware Himiko wore (not through any perverted intention, he reminded himself, just something he'd learned by accident as a matter of course), he'd definitely seen a shocking pair of panties to match the bra she'd magically produced. "Okay, sure, whatever. Y-you're Himiko."

"You're still acting weird... Shuichi, look at my face. I'll show you something that'll prove I'm Himiko."

Trying to gulp down his nerves, Shuichi turned back to the stage to find Himiko way closer than he expected. She'd lowered herself to the stage floor in a (flexible, Shuichi noted) split, putting her at eye level with him. For just a moment, the young man stared at the face, taking in all kinds of details. He was used to Himiko having long eyelashes, but this woman had much clearer makeup, including a flattering bit of color on the lips. Still, she had to be somewhere in her twenties. There was no skill in disguise nor any level of overnight development to explain how she could be Himiko: despite the familiar features, some kind of surgery would have to be involved.

In any case, it didn't seem like a closer look was how she intended to prove her identity. There was another trick. Before Shuichi's eyes, Himiko took the wand she'd been flourishing moments earlier and brought it near to his face. For a moment, she allowed him to look cross-eyed at the near-focused object, giving him time to confirm there was nothing clearly unusual in its construction.

Then, she opened her jaw wide. Her pink tongue fell from her mouth. She placed the wand between her lips, and he saw her tongue swirl to accept it. Then, with apparent effort, she began... sucking on it... no, there was really no way to think of it other than a dedicated fellatio. As her own eyes crossed to focus on the object in front of her, Himiko began to push it forward into her mouth, where it presumably must have been disappearing into her throat. She began to sweat and grow red as she took more and more of it in, ceasing to try and look at it and instead casting her eyes helplessly upward, until, finally, the wand was completely vanished.

Her tongue slid across her lips as she regained normal control of her breathing. She gave Shuichi a smug smile, then opened her mouth wide again, showing no apparent trace of her tool remained. She closed her lips and smacked them. "All gone. See? Magic," she declared proudly.

"Is this... really magic?" Shuichi had to ask, backing a step or two away from the stage. "What's happened to you? How did you get so-"

"Powerful? Talented?" The woman rose to her feet and shook a finger in front of her face, clicking her teeth and looking extra smug. "Nuh-uh, Shuichi. You know a mage never reveals her secrets. But if you wanna find out for yourself, why not come and be a part of the show? If you get up close and see how the magic's done, you'll understand all of this is real. And if you prove it's any kind of trick, I'll, uh..." For a moment, as she paused and looked vacantly up at the ceiling, she looked so much herself that it was possible to ignore her new, incredible body. "I'll buy you lunch," she declared, turning her head back down to him. "Now! Gaze in amazement at the Incredible Disappearing Box!"

Shuichi had totally failed to realize, having been focused on other things, that there had been a curtain-covered object on the stage since HImiko had revealed herself.

Himiko whipped the curtain off of it dramatically and continued with her explanation. "This powerful tool of magic is well-known in circles as a restricted item only to be used by experts because of the unbelievable effect it imparts- anything or anyone I place inside, I can teleport to a different plane! Put your body in my hands as I join you inside this box and transport you to a realm beyond imagination!"

Her sole audience member was totally spacing out at her wasted explanation. The box she'd revealed seemed to have a different name that she wasn't saying out loud, painted onto the side of it along with blue and pink intertwined symbols that Shuichi recognized as the universal symbol for intercourse between a man and a woman.

The words written there were "The Amazing VIRGIN DISAPPEARER BOX." There was a string of condoms ready and waiting, affixed to a dispenser on the side.

He looked between the amazing box and the amazing woman. He looked back at the auditorium doors behind him and the empty seating. Then, gulping, he looked back at the stage, already unbuttoning his collar. "S-seriously?'

"Of course," she replied with confidence.

Ignoring his dry throat and his scruples, Shuichi decided to appease his boner and his questions instead. He hopped climbed up onto the stage, took the dream-like Himiko's hand, tore off a pack of condoms with his free hand, and led her into the back of the suggestive box on stage. He had no idea how the particulars of this experience would work, but he intended to find out.

"That's the spirit! You're ready for magic now, huh?" Himiko said with a smile. She raised an eyebrow as she saw what he'd grabbed going in. For just a moment, a bit of confusion could be seen on her face, as she raised an eyebrow and her smile grew a bit perplexed. "What are those-" she began, before the two of them disappeared into the box.

The doors of the auditorium flew open as two new arrivals appeared. "Aaaah, I knew it!' the more visibly distressed of the two women shouted, rushing forward as she saw the stage empty. "Angie, I admire your dedication to your work, but please try to think of the work of others! Look, Himiko had prepared this stage to make an audience smile, and it's empty! She worked so hard to protect our smiles and I have failed to protect hers. Oh, Himiko..."

"Hmm? Is that so, Tenko?" Angie replied, twirling her paintbrush as she walked more casually. "But I sense a presence here... Yes, Atua assures me that the worst you fear has not come to pass. In fact..." the artist's big blue eyes locked on the box at the back of the auditorium stage. Much faster than Shuichi had before, she seemed to begin putting pieces together. "Atua tells me that a performance took place here that left its audience very, very satisfied! So I think there is no need to investigate further; or rather, such an investigation would be better left to a detective, nya ha ha!"

Tenko was ignoring her. She'd realized that a box was shaking on the stage; a human-sized box, the kind a magician could be trapped in if they were attempting an escape trick and weren't successful. No other details of the box or theory-crafting as to the grunts coming from within it registered for the martial artist. She leapt to the stage. "Himikooo! I apologize for my late arrival, but I will save you immediately with the power of Neo-Aikido! Hiyaaaaah!"

Wasting no time, the martial artist skillfully delivered a swift but careful kick to the box, causing all panels of it to fall apart as if they'd never been connected...

... Revealing Shuichi and Himiko directly in intercourse. The young man was dressed only in his jacket with his pants around his ankles; the young woman was, bizarrely, dressed in only her stage cloak and hat, with a pile of clothes and underclothes around her feet. Their lips were locked, and Shuichi was clearly inside. The colorful condom he'd gotten on became visible as he exited her, and as she remained dreamily kissing the air for a moment, his head turned to Tenko in horror.

"D... D-D-D.... Deviaaant!" Tenko shouted as she slammed her fist into her palm ominously. "What have you done to Himiko...?!?"

"This... i-isn't Himiko, obviously..." Shuichi began, before turning his head to the woman still trying to make out with him.

She was propped up with her legs around him, supported by his hands. That was necessary because she was too short to make out with him, otherwise. That was because there was no sign of her being the tall, model-like beauty that he'd pulled into the box with him. Her hair had gone back to its bob; her face had regained some of its youthful roundness; her body was once again very obviously small but very obviously adult, based on the patch of red pubic hair that had gotten damp with body fluids.

"... You see, I was, uh... I was investigating," Shuichi explained dumbly. "Or, uh, rather... I was supposed to... d-disappear..."

"Oh, don't worry, Shuichi! That part's coming right up," Tenko reassured him, cracking her knuckles.

Angie watched curiously, then bowed her head, clapping her hands in prayer. "Oh, Great Atua, we humbly commit this sacrifice to your name... I know you love virgins, but this time, it seems you'll have to make do!"