S-ENF-023 - MAGIC

Item #: S-ENF-023
Object Designation: Magic

"Hey," shouted Thelma, jumping up out of her seat. "Those are mine!"

"Are they?" The Amazing Zamboni looked doubtfully at the pair of orange panties in his hand. "But how did they get in my top hat?"

"That's what I'd like to know! Give them back!" Thelma clambered up onto the stage of the magic show, giving the eager crowd a peek at her plump thighs. She smoothed down her red skirt, making sure nothing interesting was showing, and snatched the panties out of the conjurer's hand. "What kind of magician are you, anyway?"

"Er... that was supposed to be a rabbit..."

"Shame on you," huffed Thelma, studying the panties. The telltale breeze between her legs was a constant reminder of her current underpantsless state, but she didn't want to have to put them back on in front of all these people. She settled for grabbing the top hat and tipping it upside down. "What else is in here?"

"Just a false bottom! I mean..." The Amazing Zamboni took a step back as dozens of pairs of women's panties cascaded from the mouth of the hat, landing on the stage floor. There was a chorus of muffled squeaks from the audience as dozens of women sat up a little straighter, hurriedly smoothing down their skirts. "This isn't part of the act!"

"A likely story."

"I swear, I learnt magic from Youtube! I don't know how to do this kind of thing!"

"Tell me right now, you thief!" Thelma grabbed the Amazing Zamboni's wand out of his unresisting hand and pointed it at him, brandishing it like a weapon. "How did you steal my panties? Where did you learn your secrets? I'm not letting you get away with it!" She advanced on him, wand at the ready, forcing him back in through the open doors of his own vanishing cabinet.

"Please! I don't even like panties!"

"Everyone likes panties, you little dork!" The Amazing Zamboni took another step backward. The doors of the vanishing cabinet slowly swung shut, concealing him from view. Thelma took a deep breath, and tugged down the hem of her skirt, making absolutely sure she wasn't showing anything she didn't want to show.

She really had to take a moment to get these panties back on. She looked at them, and saw something strange. They weren't panties at all. All she was holding in her hand was a mass of orange flower petals.

She looked down at the panties on the floor. Flower petals! All of them! Thelma's hand moved to her skirt once more. She tugged at the hem, and something came away in her hand.

Red flower petals.

"Wait. No, no, no..."

But there was no stopping it. Piece by piece, in front of the whole crowd, Thelma's clothes were dissolving into petals. Small triangular bits of cloth from the hem of her skirt disappeared, one at a time, just as if they'd been snipped away with scissors. Petals replaced them, drifting away gently and beautifully towards the ground.

She tried to run offstage, but she didn't get very far. It was as if something was moving her backwards, inch by incremental inch, exactly compensating for all the energy she spent moving forward. And all the time her skirt was melting away, shrinking, exposing more and more leg and thigh and hip...

"Eeek! Don't look!" Thelma grabbed her orange sweater, forcing it down over her hips as the last fragments of her skirt drifted away. Once more her hands came away full of petals. Orange ones this time. She twisted and turned in place, one hand pressed between her legs to conceal her auburn curls, the other fumbling to tug her sweater back into position. Petals floated through the air, more and more...

The crowd burst into spontaneous applause as the blushing detective stood on stage, afraid to move, one arm clasped to her braless breasts, the other pressed flat to conceal her most sensitive womanly regions from the amused gaze of the mixed-gender audience. Thelma Pinkley was stark naked. Except for her red shoes and orange socks, of course.

There was only one place to hide. The vanishing cabinet.

Thelma threw open the doors, and ducked inside. They swung shut behind her. For a moment, the stage was empty.

Then a Mediterranean-looking woman with startling green eyes, in a top hat and tailcoat over a black leotard and fishnets, walked out onto the stage, yawning and stretching. "Oh?" she said, noticing the audience. "Hello! I'm Thessaly, and I'm a magician."

She walked over to the vanishing cabinet, peeped inside and shook her head. "Naughty, naughty," she said, disapprovingly. "That's what you get for being too curious!" She winked at the crowd, making them chuckle.

"But all of you are curious as well," she said, and raised a hand for silence. "I bet you think that was funny, don't you? Seeing all of Thelma's clothes fall off like that."

Wolf-whistles, and shouts of "Yeah!" from some of the women. Thessaly smiled.

"Well," she said, "let's see how you like it."