A somewhat below average woman

Looking down, you can see a high quality image of a naked woman has been printed on the sheet. Not a knockout of a woman, either. She has barely any figure, with small hips and breasts and her bald pussy is on full display. She's also short enough that you had to bend considerably to get your face into the hole, maybe about 5'4".

You glance up from the image at the audience, who seem to be loving it. You then turn your attention to the magician.

"Quite the visage you're presenting now," Drake says, tapping his wand to his palm. "You do seem a bit uncomfortable. Shall I finish the trick and get you out of that sheet?"

"That'd be nice," you say.

"Very well," Drake says. He gestures with the wand and taps it against the sheet. Once, twice, and on the third you feel the ripple go through the sheet with way too much ****. You close your eyes at the motion, and when you open them again, you can no longer feel the sheet around your face. Even more concerning is that you're no longer bent over, but standing at your full height. Despite that, the magician now towers over you.

"Well, it's a step in the right direction," Drake says. "What is a magician without a lovely assistant after all?"

The audience is now applauding in addition to the laughter and the cheering. You still can't believe your eyes. Your body has been replaced with that of the woman on the sheet. You reach up and feel your face with your new smaller, softer hands. It's the same. No change to your nose, your hair... hell, even your stubble is still there.

You turn to Drake, eyes wide. "What did you do to me?" you ask, your voice so quiet it can barely be heard over the crowd.

"Magic, my dear," he says, moving off stage for a moment before returning with a tall mirror. He turns it and shows you your reflection. "All will be well by the end of the show. Shall we move on to the next trick?"