The girls get magnetised

The Magnet Man snapped his fingers. The two girls both jumped as they felt a strange loose sensation, and said "Hey!" in equally shrill tones of voice as they hastily fumbled to redo the clasps of their bras.

"Behold!"

"Stop saying that," snapped Bonnie, as the audience chuckled. "You're making a fool of yourself." She had to twist and turn to get her sky-blue bra snapped back together, under her gingham shirt, but she managed to figure it out. "You can't just go around..."

"What? Undoing women's bras? It is the first trick a magnet man must master." He waved his arm in a grand gesture out towards the crowd, about half of whom squealed and started trying to do their underwear back up. "But the mysteries of the magnet go far deeper. The galvanic forces, the true dragons of creation, dwell deep within the earth. And some things crave... to join them."

He snapped his fingers, and Bonnie's jeans began to slide down her hips. She yelped and fumbled to hold them up, but they were suddenly incredibly heavy, and she couldn't get her fingers to cling to them properly. They slipped lower, slowly, teasingly, down strong pale creamy thighs with a dusting of freckles, over her knees and down her calves until they were puddled round her ankles.

Bonnie gasped, and tried to bring her hands together over the crotch of her yellow panties, which dug teasingly into the flesh of her hips, shaping her mound of Venus and letting a single curl of wispy ginger pubic hair escape. She looked out at the crowd and said "Hey! This isn't funny!"

The crowd begged to disagree.