Making the mediocre magician marvelous!

Wenda decided to do one of her favorite activities; making a brief stroll in the park.

As she took in the bright sun and the smell of the blossoming flowers, she saw a large patch of grass with a huge flowerbed. As she looked at the “do not tread the grass” sign, she smiled impishly as she dashed towards the field. Making a quick skip over the tiny fence, she started frolicking in the grass. She loved the feeling of each individual glade of grass tickling her feet and how it wormed it’s way between her toes, especially since she wasn’t allowed to. Wenda had to strongly fight the urge to giggle, lest any passerby might discover her.

When her eyes fell on the flowerbed, she went on her hands and knees and crawled over the flowers, letting nature caress her body.

Feeling at ease, she lied down and enjoyed nature’s peace and quiet. Nothing in her life has been as surreal as lounge in a grass bed, surrounded by everyone, yet seen by none.

“I can totally see your flower!” Shouted one guy.

Wenda shot up immediately as she covered up her womanhood. Had the potion worn off?

“Let’s see, what kind of club would Wendy visit?” Said Sophie to herself. As she played with the phone, she noticed a tiny piece of paper poking through the cover. “Hmm, what’s this?”

Pulling out the paper, she noticed a phone number on it. “Huh, maybe whoever is on the other side knows which club she’d visit.

“Now, only a phone to call with…”

“You’re right, it’s totally obvious.” Shouted a guy.

Wenda stood up, covering her womanhood and breasts. “I am so sorry, I-“

“It’s poking out of that man’s sleeve.”

“Eh?” Confused, she looked closer, seeing a small crowd near a street magician.

“M-my apologies, people.” Spoke the magician, poorly hiding his embarrassment. “Now, for my next trick…”

Catching Wenda’s attention, she walked closer to the show. Apparently, he was going to perform the floating dollor bill trick.

Problem being, the thin thread that’s supposed to hold the bill up was already snapped.

“Poor guy.” Thought Wenda. “Maybe I could help him with some of his tricks.”