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Billie
The Magician's Assistant

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Billie
The Magician's Assistant

Katie Dale

"What?" Ever since my eleventh birthday, I insisted that my friends call me 'Bill', not 'Billy'. But members of my family continued to call me 'Billy', and I didn't really mind. At the time this story took place, Julie was thirteen years old, a year older than me.

"Grandma's started teaching me magic."

"Cool," I said.

Ever since I was a little child, I knew that Grandma – my father's mother – could do magic. She didn't do it very often. I mean, when we'd go visit her we'd get her to do little tricks and things, like levitating tables in the air and stuff like that. But she didn't use her magic for real things except in emergencies. Like that time our house caught on fire and us two kids were trapped inside – she came running over and used her magic to put the fire out before anything bad could happen to us. Usually, though, she made us deal with our problems with regular, earthly means.

Grandma was excited to be able to pass the family secret on to Julie. See, Dad was her only child, and only females inherited her magic gene. So Julie was her only opportunity. Magic, though, was a skill that needed to be taught to you, even if you had the gene. Even so, although Grandma was really aching to pass the skill on, she didn't start teaching Julie until Grandma felt she was old enough to use the Magic responsibly. I remember as a young child how Grandma would say that she hopes she lives long enough to teach Julie. Her magic couldn't be used to lengthen her life, I guess. When Julie finally turned thirteen, Grandma decided she was ready to begin learning.

Growing up, people in the family who knew Grandma's secret would say things about how lucky Julie was to be able to inherit the gene. I was jealous of her. Mom would always remind her that Magic was a privilege and a responsibility, not just a fun toy. My Grandma's family was blessed with the Gene with the sole purpose of protecting people in the world. She felt that she was expected to use her powers to prevent or repair major catastrophes. It was always a tough call for her, she said, when to use the magic and when to let nature take its course. After the twin tower incident, she decided to use her powers to neutralize him and his men so they couldn't do too much more damage. She had seen that if she hadn't acted, in the future almost all the US would be wiped out. She was sorry she didn't prevent the twin towers' accident altogether, but it was decided that that wasn't a tragedy big enough to warrant letting lose such a great quantity of magic. My mother couldn't understand that, but my father told her that only those possessing the magic gene could really understand their ways. It was a complicated way of understanding the world as a whole and how things are meant to be.

Anyway, back to our conversation that evening. "I'm learning fast – check this out!" she said, causing a plate to levitate in the air. I looked at the plate up close, touching it on all sides, making sure there were no strings attached. I was still somewhat of a skeptic – I knew from school and from TV that magic didn't really exist, that magic shows were always illusions. The problem was, though, that Grandma's magic never looked like an illusion at all. She always let us inspect her tricks up close, the way I was now inspecting Julie's 'flying saucer', and they always seemed unquestionably real.

"Look at my feet," she said. I looked – she was hovering about a foot [30 cm] off the ground.

"Amazing!" I said, looking at her from all sides, even bending down and making sure she wasn't standing on some kind of transparent box. But she wasn't – it was legit.

"You're so lucky, Julie," I said. "I wish I could do cool stuff like that too."

I watched as she brought herself back down to the ground and put the plate back on the table. "I know, it's too bad it only works for girls," she said. "And it's really easy, you know? Grandma doesn't have to teach me every single trick or stuff like that. All she teaches me is a certain way of thinking, a way of controlling my mind – when I do that properly, I can do any kind of magic I want to, without ever doing it before. I'm catching on really fast."

The next morning I came to breakfast and watched Julie eating Cheerios. She wasn't using her hands; instead, her spoon was moving by itself, dipping into her bowl and then flying through the air into her mouth.

Mom noticed that and said, "Julie, you know your grandmother doesn't approve of you using magic for fun. You're supposed to do things normally, without using magic, unless you really need to use the magic."

"I know, Mom, but Grandma said I could do this stuff for a few weeks now because I need the practice."

"Well, just make sure nobody who doesn't know the secret sees you. And make sure you're careful, and don't do any damage."

"Mom, know what? Grandma said that when I've mastered magic well enough, I could do a magic show to make some money to save for college, as long as I stuck to standard magic tricks that look like they could be illusions, like other famous magicians such as David Copperfield and Doug Henning. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"If Grandma says it's okay, then I guess it's okay. Just be careful."

"Don't worry, Mom."

Later, while Julie and I were watching TV, she said to me (during a commercial), "You know what, Billy, I know you wish you could do magic like me. Well, you heard what I told Mom about doing a Magic show to save some money for college. If I do a magic show, I'll need an assistant, someone who I can do the tricks with. And it's best if it's someone who already knows I can really do magic – someone else would get suspicious when they saw I wasn't just doing illusions. If you want, you can be my assistant, and I'll split the money with you half-and-half. Well, maybe not half-and-half – the magician should make more money than the assistant, right?"

"Magician's assistants are girls."

"That's only because the magician's a boy. But if the magician's a girl, then I think the assistant should be a boy. Come on, it'll be fun! You know my magic's real, and you won't get hurt or anything."

"You won't make me wear a girl's bathing suit or anything like that, will you?"

She laughed. "I'm sure you'd look real cute in one. But don't worry – I won't make you do anything you don't want to, okay? Grandma says I could make maybe ten-thousand bucks a show, if it's advertised right and I sell enough tickets. Tell you what, the first show we do I'll split the earnings with you half-and-half. That means you could make five-thousand buck! After the first show, we'll think of how much money's fair for me to pay you, if you want to do it again."

"Well, maybe." I said. "Do I have to agree now?"

"No, I guess you can decide later. Just before I start selling tickets I'll want a commitment from you – can't sell tickets and then back out, right?"

"Okay, so let me know a few days before you want to start selling the tickets and then I'll make my decision. But we have to do the show somewhere where none of my friends will be watching – that would be too embarrassing."

"Okay, we'll figure that out later. Will you help me practice in the meantime?"

"Sure," I said.

"Cool. Lie down on the floor – on your stomach. I'll make you float in the air – you can see what it's like."

That was the first time any magic had actually been done on me, and boy was it cool! I was actually floating in the air! It was like I was flying! I couldn't feel anything under me, holding me up, and I was clearly a good five feet [1½ m] or more above the ground! I could move my arms and legs freely, but I was too far above the ground to touch it. And I felt weightless – I could lie flat without having to exert effort to keep my legs up, even though nothing was supporting me.

"This is too cool!" I said. "This is amazing! I can't believe you can actually do this stuff!"

My body started to descend, slowly, until I was lying on the ground again.

Julie went to Grandma's house to practice more magic. I stayed at home watching TV and doing my homework, feeling jealous.

About an hour after she'd left, she phoned me. "Wanna come to Grandma's house?" she asked. "I told her you agreed to be my assistant in my magic shows, and she says that if you're willing, you should come over here and help me learn. She's gonna teach me some really cool tricks."

"Okay, I'll come," I said. I got my shoes on and walked over.

"Hi Billy, thanks for coming," Grandma said as I walked in. Before doing anything else, she gave me a bowl of soup. She is, after all, my grandmother more than she is a magician. (She doesn't like being called a magician, though, says it has bad connotations.)

"Billy," she said after I'd finished my soup, "it's very nice of you to help your sister with her learning. You're a very nice brother. Now, I'm going to ask you to help me teach her a few things, and to let her practice on you. Don't worry, nothing can go wrong – you won't get hurt or anything, I'll make sure of that. But, I want you to know that if, at any time, you want to stop, or if we do anything that scares you or makes you uncomfortable, we'll stop. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Okay?"

"Okay, Grandma," I said. I trusted her.

"Julie said that she already caused you to levitate at home, and that you weren't scared by that or anything. That's good. I want to teach her a few other cool tricks. They might scare you at first, but I want you to know that you can trust us that you won't get hurt, okay? Let me show you something on Julie first. Julie, give me your arm. Good girl. Now, first I'm going to put a spell on your arm so that nothing I do to it will hurt you. There." I watched her pinching Julie's arm. It looked like she was pinching it really hard, but Julie just watched and laughed. It obviously didn't hurt.

"Now this might be a little scary, but it won't hurt." She took a large kitchen knife and drew it across the skin of Julie's arm. It cut deep into her skin, and as she pulled it out, Julie's arm was bleeding quite a lot. I gasped. It was pretty disgusting to watch. Julie also looked a bit disgusted.

"Don't worry, kids, it's okay," she said. "Watch." We watched as the blood seemed to move back into the cut and the cut began to fuse together until her skin was as it had been before the cut. No scar or anything.

"Wow!" Julie said. "That's amazing!"

"Now I'll cut your arm again, but this time you heal it yourself, okay, Julie?"

"Okay, I'll try," Julie answered.

I watched as Grandma drew the knife across Julie's arm again, cutting deep into her flesh. Julie looked at the gash a little dismayed. Then I saw her close her eyes in concentration. The cut healed up as it had before.

"Very good, Julie, you're learning SO fast. Now, the healing spell's an important one. You wouldn't normally use it on self-inflicted wounds, but you can use it if you ever fall and cut yourself or something like that. Just make sure, of course, that nobody sees the magic. Now I want you to try the numbing spell. I'm going to lift the spell I placed on your arm."

Grandma pinched her arm again. "Ouch," Julie yelped.

"Now concentrate on making your arm numb."

Julie closed her eyes in concentration and opened them again.

"Okay. Ready?"

"I think so," Julie answered.

Grandma pinched her again, and she didn't flinch. Then Grandma took the knife and cut her again. Julie didn't complain. Then she told Julie to heal herself.

"Now take the numbing spell off."

"Wouldn't it be better to just leave it on all the time? That way, I'd never get hurt!"

"No, Julie," Grandma said as she went to the kitchen to get a drink. "As much as it might sound good to you, it would be a really bad idea. If you don't feel pain, you won't know when you get injured, and the results could be disastrous. If you ever use the numbing spell, you must always remember to lift it afterwards. Got it?"

"Okay, Grandma." Julie pinched herself. "I feel pain again."

"Good," Grandma said, returning with her coffee.

Watching all this, I was nervous but curious at the same time. "Did it really not hurt when she cut you like that?" I asked Julie.

"Not at all! Isn't that so cool?"

"Do it to me," I said, nervously.

"You sure you want to try it?" Grandma asked.

"As long as it won't hurt, and you can make me better afterwards," I said.

"Okay. Julie, you do it. Just tell me what you're doing as you do it."

"Okay. First I'll numb his arm. There. Now I'll pinch it to make sure it worked. Can you feel this?"

I was amazed – I could see her pinching me really hard – in fact, I could feel her pinching me, but it didn't hurt at all.

"Now hold still, Billy." I watched nervously as she picked up the knife while holding my arm with her other hand.

"Wait," I said nervously as she was bringing the knife towards me. She stopped.

"Now Billy," Grandma said, "You don't have to do it if you don't want to. But be brave, honey. You saw how I did it to her – it didn't hurt her at all, and healed completely afterwards. You have nothing to be afraid of."

I didn't say anything, thinking about it.

"If you're going to be her magician's assistant, you're going to have to be braver than that," Grandma said.

"You promise it won't hurt?"

"Of course it won't!" Grandma said. "Julie put a spell on your arm."

"Alright, go ahead," I said, closing my eyes. Julie held my arm tighter, and then I felt the sharp blade entering my arm. I could feel it cutting into me, but it didn't hurt.

"Come on, open your eyes – you already know it doesn't hurt," Julie said.

I opened my eyes and gasped at the deep gash in my arm. My arm was absolutely covered in blood, and it was still flowing. It looked like I bled more than Julie had.

"I'm starting to feel dizzy," I said.

"He's losing too much blood, Julie. Put him back together." A moment later all the blood returned into the cut, and the skin fused together perfectly. I touched my arm, confirming it was back to how it was.

"That was amazing!" I admitted.

"See? No reason to be nervous."

"I'll remove that numbing spell now," Julie said.

"Ouch," I said when she pinched me again.

"If I cut you now, it would hurt like hell," she said to me.

"Thanks for numbing me first."

"Now kids, usually, if you're doing a trick like this for show, you won't want it to bleed like that. It's too much for the audience, and makes it too believable. Julie – try doing it again, but this time without any blood. Just concentrate – it'll work fine."

I was still a little nervous, but less so, as Julie did the trick on my arm again. This time, though, there was no blood. The knife still made a deep gash in my arm – I could see my arm split open. But there was no blood. Again, after a few moments, she made my arm heal completely.

"Now let's try something else," Grandma said. "Julie, yesterday I showed you how to put a sword through an object without damaging it. Let's try putting a sword through Billy's stomach. Now, unlike what you did to his arm, when you do this one, you want the sword passing through him without it damaging any part of him. With the arm, you let the knife cut him, and healed it afterwards. With the stomach, that would be too dangerous. It's possible, but there are too many vital organs in there that you don't want to mess around with. So you want to let the sword pass right through him without it actually damaging anything. Watch me do it to him first. You can do it afterwards.

"Billy, please take your shirt off so we can see what we're doing."

I did so. I felt quite exposed standing like that in front of them.

"Good. Now Billy, take a look at this sword. Looks sharp, right?"

"Yes Grandma, very sharp!"

She put the sword through a pillow, cutting the thing to pieces. "This sword could definitely kill someone. It's not a toy; it's a real thing. Now, you're going to want to do a few spells here. First of all, you need to numb his stomach." Grandma pinched my tummy demonstrating that it didn't feel pain. "Next, you do the spell I taught you yesterday, and begin inserting the sword. It doesn't really matter where you put it, but it's easier if you don't have to cut through any bones. Here's a good place," she said, touching my stomach with her fingers, a little bit beside my navel. "Okay, here I go," she said. I felt the tip of the sword on my skin. I watched this time as she pushed the sword into me, until the handle was touching my stomach. "There you go – take a look, Julie."

Julie looked closely at my stomach and back. I turned my head backwards, noticing the sword sticking out behind me.

"Billy, look at this – when I wiggle the handle in front of you, the blade of the sword coming out your back wiggles as well. See? That proves that the sword's actually going through you. Now, when you pull the sword out, you still want to be using that spell, because the blade can cut stuff on the way back as well. There, it's out. If you do it properly, you don't need to heal anything."

We went home soon afterwards. Grandma told Julie not to try any cutting spells on me when she wasn't around, but that she could practice other, non-invasive stuff on me, if I agreed.

That evening, Julie came to talk to me in my bedroom. "I've been thinking," she said. "There's something we need to practice for our magic show, something I think we should start with. It doesn't really involve magic. Every magician's assistant spends lots of the shows locked up in boxes or handcuffs, right? Well, you've never been in handcuffs. You need to get used to the feeling so you don't freak out when we have to do it on stage. Can we practice that tomorrow? It's Sunday, you don't have to go anywhere."

"Uh, I dunno, what d'you have in mind?"

"I want to keep you locked in a cage all morning – say, for six hours, after you wake up and eat breakfast. Don't worry, I won't do anything mean to you or anything. It's just so that you get used to the feeling. I'll be real nice to you."

The idea made me feel a little nervous. "Where are you going to get a cage?" I asked.

"Grandma said she'd lend me one. She said it was a good idea, as long as you agreed to it."

"Um, okay, I guess. I mean, I'll decide for sure in the morning."

"Okay. Thanks!" she said, kissing me on the cheek. She hadn't kissed me in ages.

"Well? What do you say?" Julie asked me the next morning after I'd finished breakfast.

"I guess so. But you have to promise not to do anything mean to me."

"Don't worry – I'll be really nice. The cage is all set up in my room, and I'll leave the remote control of my TV inside with you so you can watch whatever you want. Okay? Let me get Mom so she can hear you agree to this."

She returned with Mom. "Mom, Billy's agreeing to let me lock him in a cage for six hours, to practice for our magic shows."

"Are you really sure you want to do this?"

"Yeah, it's okay. But make sure she doesn't do anything mean to me."

"I'm sure she won't do anything mean to you. But I'm not getting involved in this – if you agree, then you're totally at your sister's mercy until she lets you out. Are you okay with that?"

"I guess so."

"Okay, Mom, listen to how this is going to work. The object, here, is to make sure Billy doesn't freak out when he's locked up inside a box or something like that. It would be horrible if we tried to do a magic trick and he had a fit when I tried to put him inside a box. So, here's the rules. I'm going to keep him locked up for six full hours. The moment I lock the cage door, I'll start a stopwatch. When it reaches six hours, I'll let him out. While he's in the box, I'll be real nice to him. I'll bring him drinks or food, and let him watch TV, and stuff like that."

"What if he needs to use the bathroom?" Mom asked.

"I've got it all worked out. If I'm not in the room, he'll have a buzzer he can press that I'll be able to hear all over the house, so he can tell me when he needs to go. I'll take him to the bathroom on a leash and handcuffs, wait outside the door while he does whatever he needs to, and then take him back to his cage when he's done. While he's in the bathroom, I'll stop the stopwatch, and start it again once he's back in his cage."

"Okay," Mom said, "sounds reasonable. Now, Billy, let's make one thing straight – you're agreeing to be in the cage for six hours. During that time, even if you get sick of it or scared or something and want to be let out, Julie still won't let you out – no matter what."

"Why can't we stop in the middle if I ask to stop?" I asked.

"Because, Billy, think about it. If you know that it's only a game, pretend, and the minute you ask to be let out you'll be let out, then it won't feel like you're really locked inside. You want to get used to the feeling that you're really locked up, with no way out, no matter what. Right? Doesn't that make sense?"

"I guess so," I said, somewhat unsure.

"Okay. You can change your mind any time until Julie locks you in the cage. Once you're locked inside, though, there'll be no way of backing out. And another thing – Julie's keeping all the keys or combinations or whatever, I'm not going to have any. So there will be no point in begging me to let you go – I won't be able to anyway. Now go you two – have fun!"

I followed Julie to her room. She showed me the cage she borrowed from Grandma. It wasn't very big – I wouldn't be able to stand up from inside it. The bottom was padded for comfort; the walls and roof were made of silver-colored steel bars. I'd be able to stick my arms out between the bars, but nothing more. She showed me the door to the cage, on one side, and how it locked with a large padlock. I inspected it from outside after she locked it, confirming that once locked, there would be no way to get the cage open without using the key.

"Grandma only gave me one key," she said, showing it to me. "And I'm going to be hiding it in my panties so it won't get lost, and so nobody will be able to take it from me." I watched her slip the key under her jeans.

Now, I picked this out for you to wear. She held up a pair of my swimming trunks – the electric-blue pair. They were made of smooth, shiny material, and were quite long and baggy.

"Why can't I just wear what I'm wearing?" I asked.

"Oh, Billy, let's make this fun! If we're doing this, we might as well do this right, right? I don't really have a prisoner's costume for you. But I've always thought those swim shorts of yours were so pretty, and you look so nice in them! You're gonna be stuck in my room for six hours – you might as well wear something I enjoy looking at! I'm gonna put a costume on too, so we'll both be in character."

"Alright, I guess." I took the shorts to the bathroom to change. When I returned to her room, she was wearing a short shiny leather skirt, a matching sleeveless vest that ended just above her navel, and matching boots that almost reached her knees. "Where'd you get that outfit?" I asked.

"Grandma bought it for me, doesn't it look mean?" she asked. 'Mean' wasn't the word I would have thought – not with her cute, pretty smile. "It came with this," she said, showing me a black leather whip. "Don't worry – I won't use it on you – it's just for effect. Now take your shirt off," she said.

"Why?"

"Because you don't wear a shirt when you're wearing swim shorts. Besides – you have such a cute tummy – I wanna be able to see it."

"Come on, Julie,"

"You took your shirt off for us yesterday! What's the big deal?"

I sighed. "Alright, Julie, if you really want me to." I pulled my T-shirt over my head. I was now wearing nothing but the shorts.

"Give me your watch, too," she said. "I don't want you knowing how much time's left." I gave her my watch.

"What a yummy tummy," she said, rubbing my stomach with her hand. "But we don't have time to waste. Let's begin."

I watched as she reached under her skirt and pulled out the key. She unlocked and opened the door of the cage. "Go on, climb inside." I got on my hands and knees and crawled in.

As I did so, she said, "Last time to change your mind, Billy."

I thought about backing out, but just as my feet entered the cage I heard metal banging on metal, and a loud click.

"Too late," she said, "you're locked in. Wow, I can't believe this – this is so cool! Go on, Billy, turn around and try to open the door – see for yourself that you're really locked in."

I tried moving the door with my hands, but it wouldn't budge. I was definitely locked in. I watched as Julie put the key under her skirt. Then she took a stopwatch off a shelf in her room and pressed a button. "Six hours begin – now!" I heard a beep. "You're such a good, sweet brother, Billy! I love you!" She stuck her hand through the bars and rubbed my back. "Here's the remote control for my TV – you can watch whatever you want. And here's the buzzer I mentioned – it rings just outside my bedroom door – see? But it's loud enough that I'll be able to hear it wherever I am in the house. Ring it if you need to use the bathroom or really need something else, but not for no reason, okay? I'm gonna go downstairs and get you something to drink. Want me to bring you anything else?"

"How about a bag of chips?"

"Okay, if we have one."

Julie left her room, closing her door behind her. I heard the click of a lock, and knew she'd locked her bedroom door as well.

This is no big deal, I thought to myself. I can handle six hours like this. I examined the cage a bit. It was tall enough for me to sit up straight in it, and long enough for me to stretch my legs out fully. I couldn't lie down straight, though – I had to bend my knees, pulling them towards my chest. The cage was square, so I could turn around and position myself in any direction I wanted to. I laughed. It seemed pretty funny – I'd let my sister lock me in a cage! I was sure none of my friends would have let their sisters take control of them like that. But I didn't mind – Julie was nice enough, we were very close, and I trusted her. My friends would never find out about it anyway, and it was fun.

I tried the remote. It seemed that the batteries ran out or something, as the TV didn't come on. So I just sat back with my back against the bars and daydreamed until Julie returned. It didn't take very long.

I heard the door click, and then saw it open. Julie came in, still in the leather outfit. Her whip was tucked under her arm, and she was carrying a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, as well as a can of 7-up and a bag of Doritos. She put the food on the floor beside the cage, close enough so I could reach out and take some. I thanked her, took a cookie, and told her about the remote. She said she'd look for some new batteries.

"How're you doing in there?" she asked. "Comfortable?"

"Yeah, it's okay. A little uncomfortable sitting up against the bars like this – they're hard and cold, and not shaped right to make a comfortable chair-back. But I'm surviving."

"Let's see how much time you have left – five hours and fifty minutes. I'm sorry about the bars not being comfortable – I don't think I have a chair or anything like that that would fit inside the cage. You can lie on your back, if you want – might be more comfortable like that."

There was a knock on the door and Mom walked in. "Wow, you look so cute, Billy! I wasn't sure you'd really agree to this in the end! How does it feel?"

"It's okay, no big deal."

"So you like being kept in a cage?"

"Not forever, but I can handle it for a little while. I trust Julie to be nice to me."

"That's so sweet – you two are such a sweet couple of kids. Julie, call me when he wants to use the bathroom – I want to watch you put the leash on him, and see how he likes that."

Julie couldn't find batteries. She said she'd wait until after I'd used the toilet, and then leave me for a while and go to Radio Shack to buy some new ones. In the meantime, she sat on her bed and we chatted for a while. I was lying down with my knees bent, looking sideways at her; she was on her bed with her legs to her side and her head propped up on her hand, looking down at me. I ate some more cookies, drank some more, and finally I told her that the time had come – I had to use the restroom.

"Okay, I'll go tell Mom, and then I'll take you." She left the room, locking the door behind her. About a minute later she returned with Mom. Mom was holding a digital camera.

"Okay, Billy, sit up with your back against the bars. I have to put a collar around your neck." I watched as she took a leather collar attached to a long chain out of one of her dresser drawers and brought it over. Sticking her hands through the bars, she put the collar around my neck, first buckling it, and then locking it with a small padlock. I turned my head and watched as she deposited the key under her skirt.

"Okay, feel it with your hands and make sure there's no way for you to get out of it."

I felt it with my hands. It was attached loose enough so it wouldn't be uncomfortable, but tight enough so that I couldn't get it over my head. And it was firmly locked in place – there was no way I could get out of it. The chain was quite strong – I knew it would take some real heavy machinery to cut through it. And it didn't seem to be detachable from the collar.

"Now the handcuffs – put your hands behind your back," she said.

I did, but said, "Uh, if my hands are locked behind my back, I won't really be able to use the bathroom."

"Don't worry," she said as she locked the cuffs to my wrists tightly. "They're just for the way to and from. Once you're in the bathroom, I'll take them off. Do they feel tight enough?"

"Yeah, definitely. There's no way I'll be getting out of them."

"Good – that's the way they should be." Julie fished around in her panties for a bit and produced the key to the cage. It was hard for me to get out of the cage with my hands cuffed I had to walk on my knees while bending my head forward. Julie helped me a bit. Once out of the cage, she helped me to my feet. The end of my leash was in her hand at all the time. "Next time, maybe we'll blindfold you first," she said as I entered the bathroom.

"Which way d'you want to face?" she asked me.

"Towards the toilet," I answered.

"Okay, let's see how I'll do this – I know. First, I'll lock your leash to the shower-curtain rod. I'll need another lock for that – Mom, hang on to his leash for me while I get it."

Mom took the leash in her hand as Julie bounced out of the room. "You look so cute, Billy, I want to tickle you a bit. But I'll wait until after you've peed." How thoughtful!

Julie returned with another padlock and locked my leash to the curtain rod. She didn't give me very much slack, so I couldn't bend forward very much. "Now since I'm taking your handcuffs off, I'm going to have to disable you some other way. So I'm going to lock your ankles together – put them together, please." She bent down and I felt the cold metal being locked to my ankles.

I was enjoying the attention, and I wanted to impress her by showing her how willingly I was submitting to this. So as she was unlocking my handcuffs I said, "You can leave them hanging, attached to one wrist, if you want, since you're going to be locking my wrists back up immediately afterwards. And actually, I'm sure I can manage with my hands cuffed in front of me.

Mom laughed. "You're really funny, Billy – you're really enjoying this!"

"It's fun, Mom, I like it."

Julie re-cuffed me with my hands in front, as I suggested. Then she and Mom left the room, saying they'd return when they heard the toilet flushing. They left, closing the door but leaving it unlocked.

When I'd pulled my shorts back up and flushed, Julie opened the door and walked in, followed by Mom. Julie put her hands on my waist and lifted me up, and carried me over to the sink so I could wash my hands. I didn't think she was really strong enough to lift me, and assumed she used a bit of magic to enhance her strength. After I'd dried my hands, she re-cuffed me behind my back. Then she took the cuffs off my ankles, and began leading me back to her bedroom. As we walked past Mom, she gave me a little pat on the tummy, and another on the butt.

"Mom!" I said.

"Sorry, but you look just TOO cute – it was too tempting."

Once back in Julie's room, she helped me back to my knees and back into the cage. After locking the door shut, she removed my handcuffs.

"You know," she said, "we might as well leave the collar on you, I mean it's not uncomfortable, right? Why bother taking it off and putting it on again all the time."

"Sure, you can leave it on," I said. So Julie locked my leash about half way to one of the bars. I could still move around, sit up or lie down, but it prevented me from turning around in the cage. I had to keep my head near the same side of the cage all the time. It was then that I noticed that Mom had been snapping pictures with the digital camera all the time. Julie said she'd go buy batteries for the remote. She and Mom left the room, and I heard the door locking behind them.

I tried to snooze while she was gone, but didn't manage to actually fall asleep. I daydreamed, imagining what kind of whacky tricks she could perform on me. Just when I thought I might die of boredom, I heard the lock click and she returned.

"Okay, I bought batteries – sorry it took me so long, Mom insisted on coming with me and she made me wait while she got a few other things as well," she said.

Just as she got the remote working, Mom called up from downstairs, "Julie, Debbie's here." Debbie was Julie's best friend.

"Uh, send her up," Julie called back. "Billy, Julie can't know about my magic, so just pretend we're just fooling around and that this has nothing to do with any kind of magic show, okay?"

I wasn't too excited about Debbie seeing me like that, but it didn't bother me too much. I knew Debbie pretty well and liked her a lot. She was very nice, and always nice to me. She was also very pretty. If she'd had a brother who was my friend, I'd probably have protested her being let into our secret like this. But seeing as she was an only child, and I figured she was nice enough to keep it to herself and not spread the word around, I didn't express any opposition.

"What's going on here?" Debbie laughed as she entered the room and saw where I was.

"Oh, we're just playing a game, Billy and I," Julie responded.

"Wow, you two look so cute – I love your outfit, Julie,"

"Thanks, my Grandma bought it for me, uh, for Halloween."

"That's so cool! Billy, are you really locked in there, or is it fake?"

"See for yourself," I responded.

"Looks real to me," she said, after inspecting the cage, the door, my collar and the chain. "Wow, you're a really good brother!"

"Thanks."

Debbie was really cute. She was wearing a jeans skirt that ended just above her knees, and a small, tight T-shirt. Her breasts were beginning to form – they were still small, but noticeable sticking through the T-shirt pulled tightly against her body. Julie hadn't started developing there yet.

"Billy, can I join in the fun?" Debbie asked.

"Sure, why not, be my guest." I responded.

"What can I do?" she asked.

Julie asked me what I wanted to let her do to me.

"Um, you can let her cuff my hands and feet, if you want. Just don't leave me like that for too long, please."

Julie showed Debbie how the cuffs worked, handing her the keys. I sat up near the side of the cage and placed my hands behind my back. Debbie gave my bare back a rub and then I felt and heard her lock the cuffs to my wrist. This time, Debbie put the chain of the cuffs outside the bar, so I was locked by my wrists to that bar. Then she moved around to the other side of the cage and said, "Straighten your legs out." As I did so, the legs of my shorts slid upwards, revealing most of my thighs. With my hands locked behind my back, I couldn't do anything about it.

"Uh, could you pull the legs of my shorts down a bit, Julie?"

"Why, you've got great thighs, you look nice that way," Debbie responded for her. They never did straighten them out for me.

Debbie locked the other cuffs to my ankles, again, around the back of a bar. Just as she did this, Mom came into the room with her camera. "Oh," she said, "I have the perfect thing to finish this off." She left the room. A minute later, she returned with something in her hand. She knelt behind me and stroked my bare back. It felt nice. "Billy," she said, "Do you mind if I put a gag on you?"

As I opened my mouth to ask what a gag was (I didn't know yet), she popped some kind of rubber ball into my mouth. The ball almost filled my whole mouth. It was attached to two strings, and she quickly tied the strings firmly behind my head. With the ball in my mouth, I couldn't talk.

My mother and the girls giggled and joked about me. They stroked me all over and told me how cute I was. I never felt so powerless and vulnerable in my life! Yet, it was fun. I didn't feel threatened or anything, it was just a game.

"Wow," Debbie said, "He's really excited!" I now noticed that the three females had their eyes focused on my shorts – specifically on the little tent in them. I was easy-going – that didn't really bother me either.

I used the buzzer to tell them I needed the bathroom. Even though they were in the room, I had no other way of communicating that to them. They unlocked me from the bars, but re-cuffed me right away. This time, they left my ankles locked together for the journey. They also added a blindfold to my face. I felt myself being picked up, off the ground, by two people – I assume Julie and Debbie. In the bathroom, Julie removed my blindfold after locking my leash to the shower-rod. She re-cuffed my wrists in front of me, and left the room. After flushing, she lifted me up and carried me to the sink like before. Only as she lifted me up, my shorts slipped down a bit, and when she had placed me in front of the sink, the top of my crack was sticking out of my shorts. All three females noticed this and giggled. Mom pulled them back up for me – as high as she could, pulling them snug against my private parts.

Soon my wrists were locked behind my back and I was blindfolded again. The girls returned me to my cage. Instead of releasing my cuffs for a moment, this time they used some other kind of rings or something to fasten them to the bars. They didn't bother removing my blindfold once I was locked in the cage. Maybe they forgot – I had no way to remind them with the gag still stuck in my mouth. I also felt someone put their hands on the legs of my shorts and move them upwards as much as they could, exposing my thighs.

Julie and Debbie chatted for a while about all kinds of things, unrelated to me. I listened – it wasn't very interesting, really, but it helped pass the time. Once in a while I felt a hand rubbing me somewhere on my body, so I assumed they were sitting close to me.

I was actually disappointed when I heard Julie say, "Hey, look at the time – we've gone half an hour overtime. Sorry, Billy. We'll let you go now."

They started by removing my blindfold. With my vision back, I could see that the legs of my shorts had been pulled up very high, so high that the material between my legs was pulled tight against my groin area and the shorts were bunched up sort of in a triangular shape somewhat resembling a Speedo-style swimsuit. This allowed the girls to see the shape of my private parts pretty clearly. I wasn't too pleased with that, but I was still completely powerless to do anything about it – even powerless to say anything about it. I was removed from my cage with my wrists still cuffed behind my back, my ankles still cuffed together, still on a leash, and still gagged. The girls helped me to my feet, and the legs of my shorts fell down, back into place. Again, though, the top of my shorts also slipped down a bit, and Debbie made a comment about my cute crack showing. She then hiked my shorts up for me, but like the way my mother had done, she hiked them up way to high. My gag was removed next, and then my ankle cuffs, and finally my handcuffs. Julie was still holding the end of my leash, tightly.

"This has been so much fun, Billy, that it's hard for me to let you go! I feel like someone who has to set their favorite pet free into the wild.

"Don't worry, Julie," I said, straightening out my shorts, "It was fun for me too – we can do it again sometime." She gave me a hug. Finally, my leash was removed, and I changed back into regular clothes. Seven full hours had passed since the time I was first locked into the cage, and the time I was released from my leash.

That afternoon, Julie went over to Grandma's house to learn more magic. Grandma said they didn't need me that time, but that she'd come over to our house in the evening to supervise Julie practicing some tricks on me.

When Julie got home, Mom said to us both, "Oh good, you're home. I just got off the phone with Auntie Linda and Auntie Laura." Those were Mom's two sisters. They each had a daughter around my age. Their daughters didn't know (supposedly) about the magic, but they and their mother (my maternal grandmother) did. "I emailed them the pictures I took of you in your cage, and they called to tell me how cute you are. Anyway, I invited them and my mother over tonight to see a sneak preview of your future magic show. Dad's mother will come too, so Julie will be able to do the more complicated tricks."

"When will they be here?" I asked.

Mom checked her watch. "In about half an hour," she said.

I followed Julie up to her room. "We don't have much time to practice," she said after closing the door. "I think I can do most of the tricks okay even without practicing. I'll wing it. I just want to try hypnotizing you, because Grandma says there are a few people in the world that are harder to hypnotize."

"What will happen to me?"

"Oh, nothing, don't worry. I'll put a spell on you and you'll feel like you're falling asleep. Only you won't really fall asleep. But you'll lose all your power to make decisions and stuff like that. I'll tell you to do stuff, and you'll do it, without having any way to resist me, no matter what."

"Really? What if you tell me to do something totally outrageous?"

"You'll do it – you won't have a choice. It's kind of dangerous, really – if I told you to jump off the roof, you'd do that too without thinking twice. But don't worry – I won't do anything to you that will damage you – at least not permanently."

That sounded scary. But before I had much time to think about it, I saw Julie waving her hands at me. A moment later I felt myself falling asleep, and I worried that I'd fall (because I was standing). Julie caught me from behind and helped me back to my feet. I can remember everything that happened after that. I didn't fall asleep after all. But I felt really strange, like I was high or something. I felt like I couldn't even remember how to lift a finger, or blink an eye.

"Tell me your full name," Julie said.

"William Andrew Thomas," I answered.

"Bend down and suck on my big toe," she said, kicking off her slippers. I did so, and continued sucking until she told me to stop.

"Get inside your cage." I did, and she locked the door behind me.

"Tell me where your secret hiding place is."

"Behind the back-board of my closet."

Julie left the room and came back holding a sports-illustrated swimsuit edition that I'd borrowed from a friend from school. She waved her fingers in front of me like she had the first time.

"Hey, I can't believe I actually told you that! Please don't tell anyone about that magazine – and I'll have to find a new hiding place now."

"You're really easy to be hypnotized, you know? Let's do it again, only this time try to resist me. In fact, we'll try it without you even facing me. Turn around and try with all your might not to be hypnotized. I'm going to try to hypnotize you, and tell you to take your shoes and socks, and shirt off. Hey, what are you wearing under your jeans?"

"Underwear – please don't make me take off my jeans."

"Okay, I'll stick to the shirt, socks and shoes. But you try to resist with all your might. Don't take them off, whatever you do. Okay?"

"Okay, I'll try." I turned away from her and tried with all my might to resist her taking control of me. At the same time, I was nervous that she'd succeed anyway. When I felt that strange sleepy feeling coming over me, I knew I'd lost. A few seconds later I was back out of my spell, but my shirt, socks and shoes were in Julie's hands, far away from my cage. And I remembered taking them off and handing them to her myself, just as she asked me to.

"This is spooky," I said.

"You're really easy to hypnotize, you know? I bet I could hypnotize you without even being in the same room with you – like from the other side of town or something! Anyway, don't worry – even though I can do it, I won't hypnotize you to make you do stuff you don't want to do. I'll only do it when you ask me to, or in a magic show where it's part of the act, or something like that."

"Thanks. What other tricks are you going to do in the show?"

"I dunno, I suppose I'll start with silly easy ones like linking rings and stuff like that. I'll put all the props out on a table, and you'll bring them to me when I ask for them, the way a magician's assistant does. Here – come out of the cage and I'll show you what I have."

She unlocked the door and let me out. Quickly looking around, I didn't see my shirt anywhere. "There are rings here that I can link and unlink like this. Ropes that I can cut and piece back together. Um, let's see, I can break a glass and then fix it. There are scarves and things here too. I'll just take this whole box to the living room and we'll play it by ear.

"Now in THIS box I have the restraints and things that I'll use on you during the more exciting tricks. See – I have handcuffs and ankle-cuffs. Here's a straight-jacket – I don't like it, though – too bulky, and it covers too much of your body. Let's see what else – oh, I'll need knives and swords and things – those are in this case here. Okay, so let's take these three things downstairs and then we'll come back and work out our costumes."

"What tricks are you going to do on me?" I asked, a little nervously, as we returned to her room.

"Oh, the standards, I suppose. I'll make you hover in the air, I'll make you disappear and reappear inside a box. Uh, what else – I could twist you or shrink you but I'd need special equipment for that and I don't have any. I'll stick swords through you – I did that to you yesterday, you already know what that's like. I'll hypnotize you of course and make you do some funny things."

"What funny things?"

"Oh, I dunno, maybe quack around like a duck or something. I haven't decided yet. Maybe I'll ask the audience what they want me to make you do."

"Nothing too embarrassing, please."

"Don't worry. Oh, and for the grand finale I suppose I'll cut you in half."

I gulped. "That's real too? Not an illusion?"

"No, it's real as can be, Billy! Grandma taught me how to do it yesterday but made me promise I wouldn't do it to you without her being around to make sure I don't mess up. You won't feel a thing because you'll be asleep when I do it. Actually, you'll be more than asleep. See, Grandma says that I should freeze your body before cutting it so that I won't have any problems about blood circulating and things like that. So you can't be awake. She said it's possible to do it while the assistant's still awake, and without freezing them, but it's a lot more complicated, because all those veins and things that run through your middle carrying blood and oxygen have to be dealt with. You have to let the blood pass through the air invisibly. It's a very difficult trick. So I'll just do it the easy way, with you frozen. Of course, that doesn't mean that you'll be ice cold – I can freeze your body's circulation and everything without reducing your temperature. If someone touches you, you'll be as warm as normal. But you'll be unconscious, and you won't be breathing, or have a pulse. After I put you back together, everything will return to normal."

"Are you sure it's safe?"

"Of course. I did it yesterday on Grandma's cat – it's not very hard, really. And anyway, Grandma will be there watching.

"Now we need to find costumes. Too bad we don't have time to go out and buy some real magic-show costumes. Let's see what I have. Hmm, I guess I can wear this black dress with black pantyhose – that'll look magical enough, I guess. Would you mind if I put you to sleep while I changed?"

"I could leave the room if you want."

"No, that's not necessary. Lie down on my bed for a second and I'll just put you to sleep with hypnosis. Once I'm done changing, I'll wake you up."

I lay down on her bed and watched as she started waving her fingers in front of me. Within seconds I felt that strange sleepy feeling coming over me, except this time it got stronger and stronger until I felt my very being slipping away from me. I know that sounds scary, but it didn't feel scary – I felt very peaceful and content as it happened. Weird, right? Well, magic's supposed to be weird, I suppose. It was such a pleasant feeling that for a moment I actually felt a bit disappointed when I felt my consciousness returning to me and felt Julie's hands stroking my face and chest. "Wake up sleepyhead," she said.

I opened my eyes and was surprised at what I saw. She had changed completely. I mean, not just her clothes. She was wearing a really cute little black velvet dress, of which parts (the shoulders, back, and stomach) were made of sheer black cloth that allowed you to see what was underneath. The pantyhose on her legs was the same color as that. The top part of the dress until her waist was skintight; after that it flared out a bit emphasizing her rounded butt. On top of all that, she straightened her usually-curly hair, and had applied makeup. She looked absolutely stunning. Looking at her like that, I felt that she wouldn't need to use any magic to have me under HER spell!

I stood up and she spun around for me, modeling her outfit. "Do I look good?" she asked.

"Yeah," I admitted.

"Magical?"

"I dunno, I guess so."

"Good. Now let's get you a costume." She began looking through her drawers.

"Shouldn't we look in MY room for a costume?" I asked.

"Nah, I already know what all your clothes like – believe me, you don't own anything appropriate. But don't worry – I have just the outfit picked out, and it's unisex. Let me see where I put it – here!"

She pulled out a little piece of fabric and held it up.

"I can't wear that!"

"Sure you can – it stretches!" She was holding a unitard – it looked sort of like a girl's one-piece bathing-suit, except that on the bottom it looked like a pair of shorts. It was a turquoise color, with large black five-point stars all over it.

"That's a girl's outfit – I've seen you wear it to dance class."

"I told you it's unisex – boys wear these things too when they do wrestling and stuff like that."

"I don't wear spandex."

"Why not? It's great – it's really comfortable, trust me."

"I'm don't want to wear it – please don't make me."

She looked at me. "Oh, Billy, if you're worried I'll use magic to make you wear it, then stop worrying. You don't have to wear it if you really don't want to. But tell me, why not? It'll look great, and it's really the kind of thing a magician's assistant would wear – it'll make us look professional. Why don't you want to wear it?"

"It'll let people see my private parts."

She laughed. "It's not see-through, silly! When I wear a bathing-suit, can you see my private parts?"

"Yes I can. I mean, the shape of them. And anyway, it's different for boys – they have, you know, stuff in the front that would stick out – I saw the way swimmers who wear those Speedo things look on TV."

"Oh, come on, Billy, don't be so shy! Anyway, I don't think yours is very big yet, it probably won't be that noticeable – at least if you try not to think about those magazines I saw in your hiding place! Now tell me, really, why do you look at those magazines?"

"I dunno, because my friends do, I guess."

"You're too smart! But why do THEY?"

"Uh, probably because their older brothers do."

"And why do THEY?"

"Because they look nice and their fun to look at 3; you know, they're 3; sexy."

"And do you think it's okay for those girls to dress like that?"

"Why not?"

"Well then it should be okay for boys to dress in ways that GIRLS will enjoy the same way, don't you think? I mean, if you can't wear something like that for me and other girls to enjoy, then you shouldn't be looking at pictures of girls dressing like that."

I was stumped for a moment. Then I said, "Nobody forces them to dress that way – they do it willingly."

"Look, Billy, tonight it's just us family anyway. But it's important that you wear it for the magic show – the magic won't have the same effect if you don't. Truth is, for the magic, all I really need is for you to wear something that's like a shirt and a pair of shorts attached together – it doesn't really have to be skin-tight. See, before I cut you in half, a member of the audience is going to inspect your outfit to make sure it's completely one piece, with no cuts, holes or tears in it. Then I'm going to cut right through your stomach, from side to side. After that, I'll put you back together, but when the person from the audience inspects you again, they'll see that your outfit's been sliced in half, on all sides. That'll prove that the blade actually went all the way through you. If I had another piece of clothing for you to wear that wasn't spandex and was still one piece, then you could wear that. But I don't, and we don't have time to go buy something – and they're gonna be here any minute! So please, just this time at least, wear it for the show. You can wear other clothes on top and take them off only for the last trick, which will be the cutting-in-half trick. Before we do it again, we'll go to a store and buy you something else to wear, okay?"

"I dunno, Julie, I feel really funny about it."

"Look, at least try it on here in my room where it's just the two of us. That way you can see how it looks and decide if it's really that bad."

"All right, I'll try it on. Where should I change? I don't want to have to leave the room incase someone's walking by."

"I don't think anyone will be walking by. But if you want you can change in my closet – I think there's enough room in there for you to stand up."

I entered her closet and closed the door. "Leave your underwear off – you don't want people to be able to see lumps under the suit." Julie said from behind the door.

The thing was REALLY smooth and REALLY soft. It was also REALLY tight; I felt it pulling at my groin, and pulling into my butt-crack a bit. But she didn't have a light in her closet and I couldn't see how I looked. "Are you still the only one out there?" I asked.

"Yeah, let's see it already. I hear people downstairs." Julie opened the closet door herself. "Wow, you look adorable! Come here and look at yourself in the mirror."

I had to admit I looked cute, but it was REALLY tight! You could definitely see a small bulge poking through the material in the front. I looked at myself from the side and was surprised that my butt looked so round – I never noticed that when I was wearing regular, loose clothes! I looked from behind, and was surprised some more – it was so tight that it pulled itself up into my butt too high – I didn't want people to see me like that! I felt very embarrassed and self-conscious. Still, despite feeling totally exposed, I couldn't deny that I looked very cute.

"I think it looks fine – no, it looks great! You look adorable! Don't worry about your butt – it's so cute! And in the front, well, there's a bump there alright but it doesn't stand out too much. I mean, everyone knows you're a boy – you don't want them thinking you're a girl, right? So it doesn't really matter if they see a bump there – they know it's there anyway."

"Do you have one that's a little bigger?"

"Um, we don't have much time but I'll take a quick look. I don't really think I do. If you want, you could wear a leotard – I think this leotard's a little looser. But you probably don't want to wear that. You could wear this cute pink one, but I think it's about the same size. Maybe this one would work better – it'll be longer on your thighs, though."

"It's pink too."

"Just a little bit – it's mostly black. Boys can wear pink too." It was plain black with pink trim and pink stripes going up the sides, and the insides of the legs. The word 'Candy' was printed in big pink script letters across the chest. "This might also be better because the back's a little higher, I think."

I tried that one on and stepped out of the closet. This one was even softer and smoother. It didn't think it fit any looser, though – if anything it was even tighter, and I told her so.

"Yeah, you're right – looks about the same on your butt. Well, it's your choice – they're both about the same for me. Which one d'you pick?"

"I dunno, I guess I'll stay with this one since I'm already wearing it. You're sure it doesn't look ridiculous on me? I mean, I feel weird having you and Mom, Mom's two sisters, and our two grandmothers being able to see my private parts like this."

"Don't be silly – you look great. It's perfect. Tell you what – if you act well, tonight after our show I'll model some of my bathing-suits for you, like those girls in that magazine. Okay?"

"What about this?" I asked, pointing to the 'Candy'.

"Well, it's true – you do look delicious like candy! But if you want, I'll change it. Watch in the mirror."

I watched as Julie slowly rubbed her hand over my chest. Wherever she rubbed, the letters came off as if she was wiping a chalk-board! Then, she made a fist and extended her index finger. She began rubbing it across my chest, as if she was writing. And as she did so, the same pink lines reappeared, only this time, they appeared as she wrote them: 'Billie'.

"That's amazing!" I said. "You should do that as part of the show! But, why the 'ie' on the end of 'Billie'? Shouldn't it be spelled with a 'y'?"

"I think it looks cuter that way. Since I'm doing the writing, I get to decide, right? Now here – we've got to get downstairs – put your pants on top."

But my pants didn't fit right anymore. The smooth, slippery material, maybe coupled with the way it gripped my stomach and waist so tightly, made my pants seem big on me, and even after I tightened my belt an extra notch, they still fell halfway down my butt.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"I dunno 3; actually, I have an idea. I have a pair of loose running-shorts that look about the same as the swimming-shorts you wore yesterday 3; here they are 3; same color exactly, just they're a little shorter and don't have a lining. Here, step into these 3; yes, they're perfect! The best thing about these, is that they have a drawstring so we can tighten them as much as is needed." She grabbed the waist of the shorts and pulled them up a bit more, so that they were resting on my waist, not on my hips as I had placed them. The bottom of the shorts was now snug over my crotch and its contents, making them more visible. Also, in back they were pulled tighter against my butt. While they weren't skintight like the unitard, they still managed to make my butt look really rounded. Tired of arguing, I didn't say anything about it. "The spandex shorts just peak out a little bit on the bottom – it looks adorable. Now we'll find you a t-shirt – here, this one's big, it should do."

The t-shirt ended just a little bit below the waist-band of the shorts. If I bent over a little, a bit of the unitard covering my stomach or back would stick out.

"Kids, are you ready? Everyone's here and waiting," Mom called out from downstairs.

"I'm coming right down," Julie called back.

"Now listen quick," she said to me silently. "I'm gonna videotape the whole thing so you'll be able to see anything you miss while you're locked up or unconscious or stuff like that. You wait up here – I'm going to start the show alone, and in a minute or two I'm going to make you appear on stage, magically. So just wait here. Now another thing you need to remember: A magic show, besides being a display of magic, is a show. It's an act. And the assistant's part is no less important than the magician's. Besides enjoying watching the magician perform tricks, people enjoy watching the assistant willingly submit to the magician's seemingly scary ideas. You need to smile a lot, even giggle, act like you're having the time of your life. Flirt with me and the audience. Even act kind of dumb or clueless. Whatever you do, don't hide your body – show it off, it's part of the show. Especially when you're only wearing the unitard – make sure you stand in ways that allow your audience to see you. Don't put your hands in front of you – put them on your hips, or behind your head, or something like that. You're supposed to be on display. Really, that's what's going to make our show more exciting than standard magic shows, because in our show it's a boy who's acting the part of the assistant. So you have to make sure you act like one. Don't be shy. And be prepared for the audience to flirt with you – in fact, they may even touch you. They probably will, you look so cute. If it happens – even if they touch your butt or something – act like you like it. Flirt back. Remember, you're acting – that's part of your act. Now I gotta run – I'll bring you downstairs in a minute." Then she snapped her fingers, and had vanished.

I stood there thinking about her last little speech. I hadn't really thought about that part of being the assistant, and I didn't really like the idea. I mean, I didn't like the idea of playing that part myself. I thought back to the magic shows I'd seen on TV, and the ways the assistants acted. She was right, that's the way they act, and it does add to the show. But I'm a boy, I thought to myself. Boys aren't supposed to act like that! It was too late to back out, though. She was already beginning the show, and whether I liked it or not, I'd be zapped onto the stage in a minute.

I tried opening her door a bit, thinking I could hear a bit of her show from up there, but her door wouldn't open. I realized she must have locked me inside. So I sat down on her bed and waited. A minute or two later I felt that weird sleeping feeling coming over me until I blacked out.

[From now on I'm filling in some of the details based on the video I watched after the show.]

The 'audience' – Mom, my two grandmothers and two aunts, as well as twenty other surprise guests (all female) were sitting in our living room in a semi-circle, facing the central area we had set up as a stage. They were talking to themselves, occasionally glancing at the door, waiting for Julie to enter.

"Hi everyone," Julie said, standing behind them. That startled everyone.

"How did you get in?" Aunt Linda asked. "I didn't see you come in the door!"

"Magic, that's the idea of this show, isn't it?" Julie asked. Julie walked to center-stage. "Now, tonight I'm going to show you a few acts of magic – they aren't illusions, so I won't call them 'tricks', but 'acts'. And of course, a word of caution before I begin – kids, don't try this at home!"

Everyone laughed.

"Where's Billy?" aunt Laura asked.

"I was just about to get to him. Now, no magic show's the same without a lovely assistant, right? Aunt Laura, since you asked about Billy, why don't you come up on stage and inspect this metal box for me. It has thin, solid walls, right? No trap doors or anything like that, right? No holes, no cracks, no false floors?"

"Looks solid to me," she said.

"Now, the box fits on this base like so." She placed the box on top of a short thin metal pole, with the opening facing the audience. She gave the box a little push, causing it to spin around a bit on the base, before stopping it with her hand, with the opening facing the audience again. "Inspect it again just to make sure I haven't switched it for something else?" Aunt Laura inspected it again, inside and out. "Now please take a look at this black cloth. It's just a plain black cloth, right? Okay, it has a few layers, but you can see for yourself that nothing's hidden between them, right? Feel it real good – Billy's not hiding inside, right?"

Everyone laughed and Laura said, "I can't feel anybody in here – it's definitely too light for him to be hiding inside."

"Now everyone watch closely. I'm going to cover the opening of the box with this cloth as so."

At this point, I felt my consciousness returning to me, only different. I definitely wasn't in her room anymore. I couldn't see a thing – it was pitch black. And I was confined in a very small space, maybe a box. I was sitting on my butt with my knees bent up to my chest, my arms hugging my knees, and my head bent and resting on top of my knees, facing to the side. The place was so cramped that I couldn't even straighten my head.

At that moment I heard Julie say, "And, Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce to you my beautiful, lovely assistant, Billie!" Some loud music began playing as instantly, my vision returned to me as she ripped the cloth off the box and I found myself looking out at the audience. The way I was sitting scrunched over like that, the spandex on the side of my stomach, and on my thighs below the shorts, were clearly visible to the audience – especially their bright pink vertical stripe.

I looked out at the smiles of my relatives. They were only family, after-all. I realized they'd be seeing me in the spandex no matter what, and decided I might as well have fun with the show. That's when I made the conscious decision to do exactly what Julie had said, and play the part of the sexy, flirting assistant.

Aunt Laura offered me a hand, helping me out of the box. I climbed out smiling, and then went and stood in center-stage, facing the audience. I stood with my knees, ankles and toes together and clasped my hands behind my butt. "Isn't she amazing?" I said, giggling. The music continued to play. I looked at Julie and winked, and then walked back to Aunt Laura who hadn't taken her seat yet. Even though she was off to the side, I made a point of turning around completely so that my back was towards the audience, walking towards the back of the stage and then turning to the side, instead of walking diagonally. That way, I knew, I was giving the audience a view of my butt.

I felt almost high, flirty, horny. I was on a role. Julie and Grandma both swear that no magic had anything to do with my mood, and I believe them – it felt natural. I was feeling playful.

I had my hands on my hips and walked as if one a tightrope – toe to heal, the way I'd seen models doing it on TV. I knew that would make my butt wiggle more. I gave my aunt a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and then said, "Can you give me a hand, Auntie Laurie?" Then, I turned back to the audience, standing to the side and a little in front of my Aunt Laura, with my legs slightly spread. I reached my arms up in front of me, and then bent my arms behind my neck. I grasped the top of my t-shirt with my hands and began pulling it upwards, scrunching the material in my hands until I reached the end of it. Then I pulled the shirt over my head. I pulled it off my arms and handed it to Aunt Laura. The audience applauded, and I clasped my hands behind my back again, cocking my hips a bit to the side, and smiling. While doing this, I was enjoying the way the soft spandex covering my lower back rubbed against my bare arms, as well as the smooth feeling of the shorts that were (temporarily) covering my butt. First, to make a point, I quickly spun around so that my back was towards the audience. I moved my hands from where they had been blocking my butt and placed them on my waist at the sides, and then stuck my butt out backwards as far as I could. I brought my butt back in and then jumped, clapping my hands and bringing my legs together. Then, quickly, I bent over and touched my toes, and shot back up again. I jumped again and turned back to face the audience, placing my hands behind my butt again.

Somehow, the music changed (later I found out that Grandma had been controlling the music magically) to something a little faster, and I started moving my hips side-to-side along with the music. (I must have seen a routine like this on TV once, because I don't know how it just came to me – it looked choreographed when I watched the video later. Again, Grandma and Julie both swear their magic had nothing to do with it.) Swaying my hips from side to side, I straightened my arms behind me, crossed and pointing downwards. Then I slowly began to raise them sideways, not bending my elbows, until they were pointed straight at the ceiling. Then I slowly began to lower my hands by bending my elbows, until they were resting on the top of my head. I rubbed my hands in circles on the top of my head, and then brought them down the sides of my head, then down the sides of my neck, and then over my shoulders. I moved my hands inwards, so that my palms were flat against the top of my chest, with the fingers of my two hands touching in the middle. I swiftly lowered my hands against my chest and stomach until they touched the top of my shorts; then I slid my hands inwards more, so that they switched positions (right hand on left side and left hand on right side), and slid them back up to the top. At the top of my chest, I once again brought them to their own sides, and began sliding down again, though this time slower and while making little circular motions, crossing and uncrossing them. At the bottom, I let my hands slide backwards, and put them behind my back, with the tops of my hands against my back and the palms outwards. I slid them upwards as far as they'd go that way, and then brought them back to the front and continued until they were back up at the top. Finally, I tucked my thumbs under my armpits and slid my hands down my sides until they once again were touching the top of my shorts.

Slipping my thumbs under the waistband at the sides and pulling my shorts upwards slightly, I gyrated my hips a little more intensely. I turned around so my back was towards the audience and continued doing that for a few moments, and then turned back to face them. I brought my legs together and began wiggling my knees from side to side along with my hips. Slowly, I began to inch my shorts downwards, one side at a time. I saw that the audience's eyes were fixed on my shorts. I thought I was almost as good as Julie at hypnosis! Just as I was nearing the top of my bulge, I quickly pulled my shorts back up – as far up as they would go. Quickly, I turned 180 degrees, and began teasing my shorts down again. Again, just before I reached the bottom half of my butt, I pulled the shorts up again. I turned around again so that I was again facing the audience, and began my strip-tease again.

One of the women I didn't recognize (quite overweight, big boobs) called out, "Don't be shy, honey, that's what it's there for!" and they all cracked up.

Seizing the moment, Julie asked, "Ma'am, maybe you could give him a hand, he seems to be having a little trouble."

"I thought you'd never ask!" the woman replied, walking over me. "Come on, honey," she said to me, taking my hands in hers and putting them around her neck. "Let's have a look at what you've got!"

I was now standing with my back to the audience, facing the woman. My feet were a foot or two [½ m] away from her body, but I was hugging her around the neck, leaning in towards her, curving my back, which caused my butt to stick out. "There you go, now just relax, hon," she said, rubbing the back of my head with her hands. Slowly, her hands traveled down my neck until my shoulders. She laid her palms flat against me back with the tips of her fingers on my spine. Her hands moved down my back to where my shorts began. She stopped a moment, and then continued downwards. I could feel that her hands were now under my shorts. I was surprised at her freshness – I thought she'd pull my shorts down without touching me there. But she kept her hands in the same position. Now she was cupping my butt with her palms, with her fingertips actually resting in the indentation between my cheeks! She stayed like that for a moment, moving her fingertips a bit in my crack, and then continued downwards, down the backs of my thighs. Eventually, the waistband of my shorts snagged against her wrists and got pulled down with her hands. Once they were past my butt, they dropped to the floor.

"There you go, honey, you like that, don't you?" and just to emphasize her point, she brought her hands back up and cupped my butt-cheeks again, inserting her fingertips into my crack again. Now, I was quite taken aback by this. I hadn't expected it to happen. I found the way that fat woman was treating me to be quite degrading! But then again, I thought to myself, wasn't my goal during this little impromptu pre-game show to degrade myself? Anyway, I wasn't going to let this spoil my act. I felt a little strange that this happened to me with my mother and all my relatives watching, and none of them said a thing. But I couldn't run away now. So I wiggled my butt in her grip and said, "Oh, lady, that tickles!" The crowd broke out in laughter.

"You're a natural, Mrs. McAlistair," Julie said, taking me by the arm and dragging me away from her. The woman retook her seat. Julie continued, "As I was saying, Ladies and Gentlemen, my beautiful assistant, Billie!"

Applause. I stood facing them with one hand on my hip, and the other straight up in the air, a little to the side.

"Let's begin with some basic tricks," Julie said. "Billie, dear, would you be a doll and get me the rings?" She gave my butt a slap to send me off.

I did my walk to the side table, and came back holding five steel metal rings. Remembering how female models look when they model objects (holding them up beside their breasts or slightly above but not blocking them), I held the rings beside my hip as I waited for her to take them to me. After magically joining and separating the rings a few times, another slap to my butt sent me to return the rings to the table.

She did five or six more little tricks like that, and then said, "Now if you'd be so kind as to scoot your cute little tush over to that table and return these scarves for me, we can get on with some more impressive tricks."

When I returned, Julie had arranged what appeared to be two fairly long swords, standing vertically on the ground, about four feet [1.2 m] apart. At her request (with slaps to my butt, of course), I brought her a phone book, which she held above one of the swords and dropped, demonstrating the sharpness of the sword: it cut straight through the phonebook. The book fell to the floor, impaled on the sword.

Julie's next slap sent me to get a large dictionary, which was two or three times the width (and weight) of the phonebook. She dropped that one on the other sword, which impaled it just as easily. I was sure that I'd be the next object impaled on those swords.

I saw Julie waving her fingers in front of me and felt all my strength draining out of me. I was still awake, I had just lost control of all my muscles. My knees buckled and my torso bent forward, and I began moving to the ground. Mid-fall, though, she moved her fingers the other way. This caused my limbs to straighten up. I was standing up straight as a board. I tried, but couldn't move a muscle from neck down. She moved her hands again, causing me to begin to fall again, and then caused me to straighten up again. only this time, one foot was placed in front of the other.

"How do you feel, Billie?" she asked.

"Fine," I answered. "Except that I can't move a muscle."

"Can you feel it when I touch you?" she asked.

I felt her touching my left nipple with her finger. "Yes," I said.

"How about down here?" I felt her touching the inside of my thigh.

"Yes, I can feel it."

She put her hands on my shoulders and spun me around so my back was towards the audience. I still couldn't move a muscle, and felt rather silly being spun around like that. "And I suppose you can feel this?"

Again, I felt a finger massaging the inside of my butt-crack. "Yes, I can."

"But you can't move."

"No."

"Not even a finger?"

I tried. "No."

She spun me around so I was facing the audience again. "Good, that's what I wanted. Marla, why don't you come up here please? Now, Billie claims that he can't move a muscle under this spell of mine. I want you to try to move one of his arms."

Marla was shocked. "I can't budge it even an inch! It's as if it's made of stone or something!"

"Terrie, would you like a try?"

She tried too, but couldn't move me.

"So we're in agreement that he's stiff as a board, right? Now everyone, watch closely." I felt her put one hand on my butt, and the other on my chest. She pushed my chest backwards, causing me to begin to tip backwards. Quickly, she moved the hand from my chest to behind my back, catching me. She was now holding me horizontally in the air. She lifted her hands above her head, holding me up high. Then, I felt her move the hadn from my butt to the middle of my back, and remove the other hand from me completely. She was now holding me horizontally, high above her head, with only one hand. She gave a push with that hand throwing me up in the air, and caught me on one fingertip of her other hand. With her free hand, she gave a little push to my ankle, causing my body to spin around on the point of her finger. She stopped my spinning, and then moved so that I was directly over the two swords – one directly below my head, and the other directly below my ankle. With a sudden push, I was thrown into the air again. when I came down, there was a 'twang' sound of metal bending. I could feel myself being held up in the air by the two sharp points of the two swords. If anyone in the audience suspected that maybe the swords weren't really sharp – I could verify for them that they were – I could feel it on the back of my head and ankle. It didn't hurt me, but I could definitely feel that they were quite sharp.

"I can't believe it," Julie said. "I can't believe I didn't manage to impale him – the swords are so sharp! Well, maybe he isn't heavy enough. Mrs. McAlistair, are you brave enough to come and sit on his stomach to add some weight? His stomach will cushion your fall when you land. Thank-you, here, use this step-ladder to climb up. Careful now, there you go. Now just go ahead and sit right down on his stomach, good, that's great. I'll remove the ladder now. Wow! Can you believe it folks? Even with the added weight, he's still supported by this flimsy and razer-sharp blades!"

I could feel the fat woman sitting squarely on my stomach. Yet, I couldn't feel her putting weight on me. To prove we were really being supported by the swords, Julie gave a push to the side of one of them. That caused me, the fat woman and the two swords all to sway back and forth in unison a few times.

Julie brought the ladder back. "Okay, let's have a big round of applause for Mrs. McAlistair. I tricked you, folks, I wasn't really planning on impaling him now – that comes later in the show. Now, you can all see that Billie's being supported in the air by these swords. Please watch closely."

Slowly and carefully, Julie removed the sword from beneath my ankle. I remained in the air, perfectly horizontal. Julie used a hoola-hoop to prove that there was nothing supporting my body except for that single sword under my head. Then she gave the sword a push and showed how my body still swayed with the sword. Finally, she removed the second sword. She used the hoop to prove that I was floating in the air, completely unsupported. She got a lot of applause.

Julie then invited another woman who I didn't recognize to come inspect me herself. The woman ran her hands against my body, from my ankles to the tip of my head, feeling my entire bottom side without missing an inch. So it goes without saying that she had a feel of my butt as well. Once she got to my head, she moved on top and brought her hands down my top side. I was thankful that when she reached my penis, she cupped her hand a bit so that she didn't actually touch it or my balls. Well, I think she brushed against the side a bit, but I assume that was by accident. The woman also tried to move my arms and legs, reconfirming that my body was still stiff as stone.

After the woman retook her seat, Julie started waving her hands, which caused me to start to float around the room – over the women's heads and everything. Then she started causing my body to do all kinds of flips from different angles – the whole time with my body as straight and as stiff as a board. I thought I might be sick with dizziness, and I closed my eyes. One of the women in the audience noticed that and asked, "Why's he closing his eyes?"

"'Cause I'm feeling nauseous," I replied myself. The crowd laughed some more.

"Who here thinks she's strong enough to hold Billie? I need a volunteer to catch him when I stop causing him to float through the air. I doubt he weighs very much." A woman got up, and Julie asked her to stand in center-stage with her arms out.

When Julie stopped causing me to tumble in the air, I was floating there face-down. Julie caused me to float back to center-stage until I was floating face-down, directly over the woman's outstretched arms. I began to descend until I was about a foot [30 cm] above her arms.

"Ready to catch him?" Julie asked. A moment later I felt myself falling. The woman caught me. I was still stiff as a board. "Take a good look at him, make sure he's all one piece – in a moment I'll take the 'stiff' spell off of him and he'll be able to move again. Why don't you flip him over – you've had enough of a look at his butt – he's got something cute in front as well!" The crowd laughed. "Besides, once he's not stiff anymore, you'll be able to hold him easier if he's face up." Julie helped her flip me over so that I was lying face-up in her arms. "Okay, I'll take the spell off now. One, two, three 3;"

All of a sudden my body became heavy again, and I was able to move. Automatically, my muscles gave way and my body bent at the waist. The woman held on to me tightly, supporting me behind my back and under my knees. The crowd applauded again.

The woman set me down on my feet, and luckily I quickly remembered my act. I gave the woman a quick hug and a peck on her cheek, and struck an assistant's pose – spreading my legs slightly, placing my left hand on my hip and my right hand straight up in the air. The crowd clapped some more, and then the woman who had caught me began helping herself to an extended feel of my butt.

When that lasted more than a few seconds, I felt quite uncomfortable. I wasn't sure if I should continue to allow her to feel me, or pull away from her. After all, I was acting a part. I glanced over to Julie, who noticed what was going on. She shrugged back at me, as if to say I should do what I want. I waited a few more seconds. She had one hand on my stomach, and her other hand was going at it on my butt. I couldn't understand how she'd do that right there in front of everyone. She was tracing her fingers around the outside of my cheeks, up and down the crack, pinching, rubbing, slapping, pulling on my unitard – everything you can imagine! Unbelievable!

Finally, Julie broke it up. "Ma'am, I see you're having fun there, but we really have to get on with our show. If we have time left at the end, I'm sure my brother will be happy to spend some more time entertaining you privately." I shot Julie a 'look'. The woman gave me one last feel and returned to her seat.

Julie asked for another volunteer. The volunteer was asked to hold on to the box I had appeared in at the beginning of the show. Two other women from the audience came up to assist. Julie asked me to sit on a chair, and to bend my knees and bring my feet up onto the chair surface in front of me. Then she had me bend forward a bit and hold my hands beside my feet. One of the women locked a four-way handcuff to my wrists and ankles, making sure the cuffs were nice and tight. Then a collar was attached to my neck. The collar was attached to a short chain, and the chain was attached to the cuffs, forcing my head down towards my ankles.

"He's completely disabled now – we really don't need to do anything more to him. But just for fun, we'll blindfold and gag him as well. First, though, Mom, come up and make sure this is really your one-and-only son. He's not one of twins, right? It's him? Good. Ladies, here's a blindfold and a gag – go ahead and put them on him. Good, very good. How d'you feel now, Billie? What? I can't hear you. Oh, I guess he can't talk with that gag on. Well, I guess there's no point now in asking him if he wants to participate in this next trick!"

Julie had the two women lift me up in the air and stuff me inside the box that the first woman was holding in her hands. Of course, it goes without saying that at least one of the women's hand was under my butt, even touching the bottom of my balls, as she lifted me into the box.

Julie left one of the women with me, asking her to place her hand on me and make sure I didn't go anywhere. The woman dutifully did that. The other woman followed Julie to the other side of the stage, where she showed her a tall cabinet and asked her to inspect it, making sure nothing was hidden inside. The woman confirmed that it was a plain, solid metal cabinet, with nothing inside. The woman noted that there were two small metal rings attached to the cabinet – one on the ceiling and one on the floor; other than those, the cabinet was totally empty. The cabinet stood on four short legs, allowing everyone to see there was no secret passageway through its floor.

The door to the cabinet had one of those suitcase-type combination locks. When the door was open, you could set any combination you'd like. Julie had the woman set a combination without telling her what it was, and lock the door. She warned her to choose a combination she'd remember afterwards.

Once the cabinet was locked, Julie returned to me. I was still cuffed, gagged and blindfolded inside the small box in the woman's hands. Julie instructed the woman who wasn't holding on to me, and who wasn't guarding the large cabinet, to drape a large scarf over my box. The woman did so. Instantly I felt that strange feeling as if my very being was being sucked out of me, and lost consciousness. Immediately after covering my box, Julie told the woman to remove the scarf. When she did, I had vanished from the box completely. That got a lot of applause, 'ooh's and 'aw's.

I felt myself coming to again. Immediately I noticed that I felt very different. My position had shifted. I was still completely restrained, gagged and blindfolded. But I could tell I was no longer locked in a ball. I was now somehow being suspended in the air upside down, supported by my legs. My arms and legs were extended and locked in position, held apart.

Julie asked the woman if she remembered the combination and had her open her cabinet. When the door opened, the crowd 'ooh'ed and 'aw'ed some more. For when the door opened, they saw me inside it. Two chains had become attached to the ring on the ceiling of the cabinet. The other ends of those chains were attached to the ends of a metal pole, forming a triangle. The ends of that pole also had two leather cuffs attached to it, and I was suspended upside-down in the cabinet, supported by my ankles which were locked in those cuffs, about three feet [90 cm] apart. My wrists were locked into leather cuffs as well, also attached to a metal bar about three feet [90 cm] long, above my head (or from the audience's perspective, below my head). That bar was also attached to two chains, and those chains were attached to the ring on the floor of the cabinet, forming a second triangle. The cabinet was tall enough so that this configuration had my arms fully extended, without bending at the elbows.

I was suspended that way facing the audience. My crotch was just a little below the woman's eye-level. Since I was only attached to the cabinet by two points – one above me and one below me – Julie showed the woman that she could easily give me a push and spin my body around to see the other side. She did so, looking at my upside-down butt from up close, and it goes without saying, helping herself to a feel. Julie asked Mom to come up and inspect me again, making sure that it was still really me. Mom mentioned that she wasn't really used to seeing me from that angle, but that it looked like me. She also helped herself to a feel of my butt. Then she said that she would have expected my bulge to be bigger, but that despite that, it looked really cute from that angle. I was still completely helpless, gagged and blindfolded, but I could feel a million eyes focused on my bulge. I felt quite degraded. (Later, viewing the video, I saw that whoever was controlling the video camera made sure to take frequent close-ups of my crotch.)

The woman and my mother were given the honor of releasing me from the cabinet. First, Mom removed my gag and blindfold. She bent down to my face-level and told me how cute I was and how proud of me she was. In a way, I felt like yelling at her that this had gone too far and that she should make Julie release me immediately. But on the other hand, I was enjoying the acting and everything. I didn't want to ruin my act after I'd invested so much in it, emotionally. So I just did my best to give her the cutest smile I could. She tickled my armpits and stomach a bit, and I giggled. Then, the women unlocked the cuffs on my wrists. (The cuffs were locked by small combination padlocks which had magically taken on the same combination that the woman used to lock the cabinet originally.) Again, the part of me that was feeling very embarrassed, self-conscious, and degraded, wanted my finally-freed hands to shoot up and cover my crotch. But the other part of me, the part that was into the acting (the horny part) kept me in the act. I didn't really have anything to do with my hands, so I just left them dangling. Then Mom put her arms around my waist, squeezing me tightly. Her hands rested on my butt. My bulge was being pressed into her upper-chest; I could feel the mounds of her breasts pressing into my lower stomach. My face was around her crotch-level. She held me like that tightly while the other woman released my ankles from the cuffs that I was being suspended from. Immediately, I had to exert my muscles to keep my feet remaining in the air, so they didn't fall down towards Mom. Mom took a few steps back from the cabinet and turned around, still holding me. Mom hadn't held me in years! I didn't think (and definitely didn't WANT to think) that she'd be strong enough to hold me in the air! But she seemed to do it easily. The other woman grabbed my feet and helped Mom tip me over and bring me to the ground. Once on the ground, I gave Mom and the other woman a kiss on their cheeks, and then stroke a pose, standing with my legs together and my hands above my head, holding their hands. When the applause died down, Julie asked me to take the box from the woman who was still holding it and put it away on the table at the side. I got a little swat on the butt from Julie as she sent me off to do it, and another one from the woman after I relieved her from the box. The women all took their seats.

"I was planning on doing a hypnosis act on Billie next, but I realize that he's doing such a great act tonight that you'd have no problem believing that he was just pretending to by hypnotized, doing whatever I told him to do. The only thing I could do to him that you'd PROBABLY believe he wasn't doing willingly would be to make him take all his clothes off and stand before you naked. But that wouldn't be fair to him."

"Do it!" Mom said from the audience.

I was really worried that she'd actually do it! I knew there was no way I could stop it. I got genuinely scared, and the cute smile I'd been so careful to keep on my face the whole time vanished and I said, "Please, Julie, please don't do it!"

Julie put her hands on my shoulders and said, "Don't worry, Billie, I'm not going to do it. Maybe another time, Mom. Instead, I'd like a volunteer from the audience – someone who's brave enough to be hypnotized. I'll take two, even, if you want. You'll dare me to make you do something – anything you want, and I'll hypnotize you and make you do it. Once you're out of my spell, you'll remember doing exactly as I commanded you to, and won't believe that you actually did that yourselves! THAT will prove I can really hypnotize. Now, do we have a volunteer or two?"

There was a little muttering in the crowd, and a few hands shot up. Julie picked two women (I think she picked the prettiest of the people volunteering) and asked me to bring them up to the stage, sending me in their direction with another slap to the butt.

Relieved she wasn't going to strip me naked, I was back in the act. Music came on, and I pranced into the audience, wiggling my butt as I went (getting quite a few feels as I did so). I extended my hand to the first volunteer and then guided her to the stage. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, and she gave me a pat on the cheek (one of the OTHER cheeks, if you catch my drift). Then I returned to the audience and brought the second volunteer up.

"So what do you two challenge me to do?" Julie asked.

"Why don't you make us take OUR clothes off!" one woman suggested.

"No!" the other woman said.

"Maybe you don't understand," Julie explained to the first woman. "I COULD do that to you – believe me, you'd have NO way of resisting. This is for real, ma'am. I don't think you'd really like to stand here stark naked, in front of all these women and my brother!"

"You can make us take our shirts off – I'm wearing a sports-bra underneath," the second woman said.

"What do you say about that?" Julie asked the first woman.

"Well I'm wearing a real bra, but hey, what the heck. Go ahead."

"Hmm," Julie thought aloud. "Okay, I guess I can do that. But that alone would be pretty boring, I think. I'll spice it up a bit. You two do your best to resist me and not follow my instructions. And now to hypnotize you. Ladies 3;" and she waved her hands a bit. They instantly got this weird smiley glazed-over look on their faces. "Well that certainly was easy! Okay, Mrs. Stern, would you kindly take Mrs. Rolands' shirt off? Hand it to Billie when it's off."

Robot-like, the first woman turned to the second and pulled her T-shirt off over her head. She was wearing a cute black spandex sports-bra underneath. Her two breasts were well-defined, sticking through the tight spandex individually. I was enjoying watching this. I had been standing to the side, facing the audience with my legs slightly parted and my hands behind my back, but at a bit of an angle so I could see what was happening. Now, I felt a bit of a stirring beneath the tight spandex I was wearing. Embarrassed, I would have moved my hands to cover my expanding bulge but knew it would be inappropriate for me to do so while acting. I just hoped the people in the audience wouldn't notice, that the spandex would hold it in tight enough. Looking down, I could see things moving down there, but thankfully it held it tight enough for anything to really poke out any further. Looking back up, I noticed one woman in the audience pointing at me and whispering to her neighbor.

"Earth to Billie," I heard Julie saying. "Stop staring and come take the shirt, please." Another way I could tell the women were hypnotized was the fact that of the three females standing on the stage, Julie's hand was the only one that touched my rear as I walked among them. I took the woman's shirt and put it down on the table at the side of the stage, returning to my previous position. "Now, Mrs. Rolands, please unbutton and remove Mrs. Stern's blouse. Hand it to Billie when it's off."

Mrs. Stern stood with her hands by her sides, with that same weird glazed-over look on her face, as Mrs. Rolands obediently unbuttoned and then removed the blouse. Mrs. Stern's breasts were in an off-white bra, trimmed with lace – the kind you see in those Sears adds that come with the newspaper, that I'd steal glances at when nobody at home was looking. Even though Mrs. Stern's breasts looked bigger, I still thought Mrs. Rolands' were prettier.

"There's one problem here, right Billie?" Julie asked me after I'd returned from placing Mrs. Stern's blouse on the table. "I'm sure Billie's little willie would appreciate it if your nipples were hard – ladies, harden your nipples!" Instantly, both women's nipples hardened and poked through the material of their bras. I felt my little 'willie' hardening even more! "Thought you'd like that," Julie whispered in my ear, kissing my (face) cheek and rubbing a finger in my butt.

"Billie, bring the lipstick, please." I brought over a stick of lipstick and handed it to one of the women, as Julie instructed me. Julie then told the woman to use the lipstick to paint a large mouth on the stomach of the other woman, with her navel at the center. She drew quite an impressive mouth. Julie had her hand the lipstick to the other woman, and had that woman draw a similar mouth on the stomach of the first woman. Next, Julie had me get two large plastic noses that were on the table. She had each woman glue the nose to the stomach of the other woman, half-way between the 'mouth' and the woman's breasts. Finally, Julie had me bring over a set of Jiffy markers.

"Now I was going to get them to paint eyes onto the other's brassieres, but Mrs. Rolands' bra is black – we'd never see them. So I guess we have no choice. Anyway, Billie deserves some fun, right? We're all having fun at HIS expense. Mrs. Rolands – please bend over, placing your hands on the floor in front of you. Billie, go ahead and remove her bra."

I was stunned. "Are you sure?" I asked, unbelieving.

"Go on," Julie said, "I know you'd love to do it!" She sent me off with a pat on the rear. Trembling, I pulled at the woman's sports-bra, pulling it over her head and down her arms until it was on the floor in front of her. Julie told the woman to straighten up, and she did. Years later, when I learned a bit more about women and their anatomy, I'd be impressed that her breasts didn't sag when she wasn't wearing a bra – they were just as perky as with the bra on. At the time, though, all I noted was that I liked the way her breasts looked better than the other woman's, who's bra I removed next, with just a little difficulty figuring out the way the clasps worked.

"I guess this video's gonna have to be rated PG," Julie noted. The audience laughed.

Julie had the women use the markers to draw large eyes on the women's breasts, using the nipple as the pupil and the areola as the colored part of the eye. The crowd was on the floor in laughter as they did that, but the two hypnotized women didn't even bat an eye.

"Think they'll believe they were really hypnotized?" Julie asked the audience rhetorically as they finished their drawings. Julie handed me a brown marker and told me to draw some hair on one of the woman. I couldn't believe my luck! I walked up to Mrs. Rolands and drew 'hair' across her shoulders, neck and the top of her chest. I purposely had my 'bulge' pressed against her thigh as I did that. Figuring there was no reason not to, I placed my left hand on her butt as I drew. Also, she was quite a bit taller than me, and my eyes were at her nipple level. My face even brushed against her breasts a few times 'accidentally' as I drew the hair on. Julie drew the hair on the other woman.

Julie and I stood back to examine our creations. "Okay," Julie said, "time to bring them out of their trances." She waved her hands again. It took a second or two for the women to realize they were back to themselves. Then, realizing what happened, they both doubled over with their hands over them mouths, laughing nervously in embarrassment. Then, further realizing, they moved their hands from their mouths to cover their breasts.

"Ladies, it was a pleasure hypnotizing you. You do, of course, believe you really were hypnotized, don't you?" The women didn't know what to do with themselves. Rolands looked like she was about to cry. Julie noticed, and said, "Don't worry – we won't let your sons or husbands see this – we'll erase it from the video, although I'm sure they'd get quite a kick out of seeing it." I found out later that they both had sons around my age. "Now be good sports – put your hands at your sides – be proud of what you have!" Julie lectured them. Giggling nervously, the women placed their hands down at their sides.

"Billie will help you get dressed. Billie, dress the ladies, please." I decided I'd leave Rolands topless longer, since she was prettier. So I brought over Stern's bra. I held it out in front of her and allowed her to insert her arms. I pushed the bra up her arms and even positioned her breasts inside the cups with my hands. Then I went around behind her and fastened the clasps. I could tell that she was still quite uncomfortable with her situation – she didn't feel my butt as I worked on her.

Rolands, though, was more playful and daring. As I helped her breasts into her sports-bra she said, "If you're touching mine, I'm touching yours." I felt her squeezing my hard penis through the spandex, while using her other hand in my butt. I was so horny at the time that I didn't mind her touching me.

(That was the only time my penis was purposely touched that evening. Julie was quite liberal in allowing my butt to be fondled, but respected my minimal dignity by keeping the women's wandering hands away from my penis. By the way, although Julie SAID she'd erase that part of the video, she never did erase anything. And somehow, the person filming managed to get a good close-up shot of Rolands with her fingers on my penis.)

I held her t-shirt up for her to insert her arms, but she surprised me. "Since I see you're enjoying this so much, why not give you another treat," she said. She took my head between her hands and forced my face into her chest, between her breasts! Then she moved my head from side to side, brushing my face over her breasts and nipples.

"Now now, Mrs. Rolands, remember – Billie's a little boy, and you're married!" Julie scolded. Rolands let me put her t-shirt on her, and then gave my dick another squeeze.

Finally, the women returned to their seats.

"Well, Billie got to see two beautiful women topless – it's time that we got to see HIM topless!" Julie said. I had no way to object. I stood with my hands on my waist and my legs apart. She positioned herself behind me and gave my butt a little tickle. "Billie, darling, don't be shy," she said, slapping my butt and slipping her fingers under the shoulder-straps of my unitard. I brought my legs together with a jump and put my hands down, behind my back. The music changed, and Julie began to inch the top of my unitard down. I swayed back and forth, in time with the music and Julie's pulling. She stopped when she had pulled the top of my unitard down to my hips, far past my navel. It was barely covering the top of my butt-crack and the beginning of my bulge.

"That should do it," she said, once again tickling me in my butt-crack. I pulled my hands out of the arm-holes and put them behind my head. "Ladies, doesn't he have a beautiful chest?"

The women applauded as she fondled my nipples and navel, and rubbed her hands all over my chest. Then she gently spun me around, allowing them a view from behind. After rubbing my back a bit, she gave me a slap on the behind and turned me back around to face the audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I know it's a shame to ruin such a lovely tummy, but the show must go on 3; Before your very eyes, I'm going to turn Billie into a living pin-cushion! Billie – go get me the spears."

I felt butterflies in my stomach from the thought, even though I was now confident that I'd live through the ordeal. I followed my orders, though, bringing over the box of spears. I felt like a dolphin in a show at the aquarium when she patted my butt and said "Good boy" on my return. The dolphins get patted on their heads, though, not on their butts.

"Let's have two volunteers to hold his arms steady, please."

The two volunteers were instructed to hold my arms tightly, extended to my sides at shoulder-length. Julie began inserting spears through my torso in all kinds of different positions. Each time, she'd wiggle the spear up and down demonstrating how it wiggled the same way on the other side of me, proving it was actually going through me. A few times she had the volunteers turn me sideways or around completely to give the audience a better view. At the end, I must have had about twenty spears inserted all over my stomach and chest. I looked like a human porcupine! Lastly, she inserted two in my neck. She took a bow, getting a big round of applause. Then she removed the spears and showed that I was "still as beautiful as before – no scars".

On Julie's instructions, the volunteers each took a feel of my bare chest, stomach and back, and then helped me pull the unitard back up. They fondled my butt a bit before returning to their seats.

"Okay, folks, we're running out of time. It's time for our grand finale. Billie, would you be so kind as to wheel over the sawing table?"

She sent me off with another pat on my butt. I did as told, wheeling the table to the center of the stage. As I did so, I got a good look at the table. It was actually two tables joined together with clasps. It was made of stainless steel, and had leather straps attached at strategic places. Once it was in place, I stood in front of the table with my hands wresting on it to my sides, my legs together and one knee slightly bent. I waited for my next instruction.

"Now before we saw you, I need someone in the audience to inspect you. Mrs. Williams, would you be so kind?" She was the woman who gave me the extended feel earlier, after catching me at the end of my hovering act. "Billie, go over there to Mrs. Williams. Good." She didn't waste any time – her hand was quickly on my butt. "Now Mrs. Williams, I want you to pay attention to two things. I want you to make sure that Billie's outfit is one piece with no tears or cuts in it anywhere – look carefully. Secondly, I want you to make sure that he isn't hiding anything under his outfit. Run your hand up and down his sides – it should be perfectly smooth, you shouldn't feel any bumps or anything. He shouldn't even be wearing any underwear. Touch him anywhere you need to except on his penis – he deserves a bit of privacy, after-all."

I got a complete and thorough inspection.

"He could be hiding something on his penis, if you're not letting me touch him there," Williams said.

"Mrs. Rolands touched him there earlier – did it feel like he had anything under his spandex?"

"Other than an erection? I don't think so, but I wasn't really looking for anything. Best to check again."

Mom broke into the conversation. "I'll check that – he's my son, so I can touch him there. Billie, come over here."

Embarrassed, I walked over to my mother and stood facing her, with my hands behind my back. She rubbed my smooth spandex tummy a bit and then let her hand descend lower until she was gripping my penis. I couldn't believe this was happening – my own mother!

"Oh, Billie, it's been so long since I've touched you here! Things have changed, I see! Well, it's good to be back." She was feeling around my dick and balls. It was embarrassing, humiliating, degrading. But to my horror, I felt my dick begin to harden. "Billie, you naughty boy – getting an erection while I'm examining you!" Mom said. I felt so embarrassed I almost began to cry. My erection quickly died. But Mom laughed and said, "I'm just teasing you, Billie! You're so cute! I love you, sweetheart! You're such a good brother to your sister!" With that, her hand left my penis and she gave me a big hug, stroking my back and butt soothingly. That felt nice and brought me out of my misery. "Just a little cock and balls, nothing else. He's all yours – go ahead and cut him in half!" Mom said.

Two women were called upon to assist. I took them by the hand and escorted them to the stage. Then they lifted me up in the air and placed me on the table, facing upwards. My waist was directly above the slit between the two sections of the table. The women didn't need any instructions, and began buckling me to the table without being told to. My ankles were fastened down, slightly apart, and my wrists were fasted down at the sides of my head. Another strap was fastened across my chest, another two just above my knees, and one around my neck. The women inspected the equipment making sure I was sufficiently restrained, and then stroked my body and tickled me slightly. I giggled and struggled against my bonds, but of course couldn't get free.

"Most magicians would cover the assistant with a box at this point, but I think that makes the trick look too fake, so I'll be cutting him without a box. Ladies, I need you to hold on to him and make sure I'm not switching him with a mannequin when you're not looking. You hold his legs – that's good." I felt the woman placing her hands on my thighs, just above the straps that were fastened above my knees. "And you can hold on to his head or neck. Oh, that'll do." The woman placed her hands at the top of my chest.

"Here's the blade I'll be using," Julie said, holding up a large rectangular sheet of metal. "It's razor sharp – to prove it, I'll ask someone to drop a coconut on it." Julie held the blade vertically as one of the women dropped a coconut directly above the blade. The blade went straight through the coconut, cutting it perfectly in half, spilling coconut milk all over the floor. Julie used a towel to wipe it up, and then asked another member of the audience to do the same with a watermelon. Same result.

"Okay everyone, watch carefully." Julie moved behind the table. Then she climbed up on top of it, standing at my side, facing me and the audience. I was able to see up her dress from where I was lying – I felt my little Billie stirring as I examined her panty-and-pantyhose clad bottom with my eyes. She noticed this, and looking at me said, "Enjoy it while you can, little brother. Now close your eyes and sleep." She waved a hand in my direction and I felt my consciousness leaving me.

(From now until I woke up, I'm describing what happened based on the video I saw afterwards.)

Julie froze my body as she said she would, though nobody seemed to notice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, watch closely as I slice my brother in half!" She placed the blade directly above my waist and with a little grunt pressed down with all her might, kicking her legs into the air as she did so. The blade went right through me and through the slit in the table so that the audience could see it had gone through. It only stopped moving when the wooden handle at the top end hit my flesh.

"No person could be sliced in half and live to tell the tale, right?" Julie asked the audience. "To prove he's really sliced in half, I'll ask these women to check Billie for a pulse, and to see if he's breathing." The women felt me in a few places for a pulse, and held their fingers in front of my mouth and nose to check for breath. Without them knowing, Julie did a bit more magic and made my lips slowly turn blue.

"He's dead!" the women cried, horrified. A woman in the audience actually screamed in horror.

"Now, now, don't worry, I'll take the blade out, mend him, and revive him," Julie said. She removed the blade and ran her hand over my stomach. Then, still on the table, she sat down on my stomach with her knees on either side, bent over, and kissed me on the lips. Immediately I came to.

When I came to, I felt as if I hadn't been out. I was still locked in the same position; the only thing different was that Julie was sitting on me, kissing me on the lips.

"Ladies – he's alive! Feel for a pulse now!" After feeling for my pulse, Julie had them release me from my restraints. They helped me off the table, and the crowd 'ooh'ed, impressed. Then she had Mrs. Williams inspect me again. The crowd was amazed to see that my unitard had been sliced in two. Mrs. Williams pulled the top part up a bit and the bottom part down a bit, revealing my bare stomach.

"I repaired Billie, but not his outfit, just so you'd have extra proof that the blade really went all the way through him. I'm going to do this trick once more, a little differently. But I'll need Billie to change into a different unitard that hasn't been cut yet."

"Make him wear a leotard," one of the women said.

"Yes!" the women all said in agreement.

"I dunno, I don't think Billie will agree to that. What do you say, Billie? Should we stick with another unitard? It's okay, really."

I thought for a moment, looking at the crowd who was looking at me with hunger in their eyes.

"Oh, it's okay, I'll wear a leotard." I said.

"Fantastic!" Julie said, kissing me on the cheek and feeling my butt. "I'll run and get you one from my room – you wait here with the ladies." As I waited, the women all told me how cute and adorable I was, and did a fair amount of feeling.

I was shocked when I saw what Julie brought me to wear. I thought she'd bring a plain-looking black full leotard, with long sleeves. While normally I wouldn't have wanted to wear such a thing, being as horny as I was, and enjoying the show I was doing, I was willing to wear one like that. But that's NOT what she brought me. She actually brought me one of her swimsuits – in fact, I'd seen her wear it just a week before, in the pool! It was a one-piece swimsuit with a solid, high I-back, purple with black horizontal stripes. She looked adorable and very girlish when she wore it.

"I can't wear that!" I protested.

"Sure you can," Julie said.

"But that's a girl's bathing-suit, not a leotard."

"What's the difference? D'you think I have any LEOTARDS that were made for boys?" The crowd laughed. "It'll cover you just the same as a leotard, trust me, and you'll look extremely cute. Mrs. Williams, inspect this swimsuit and make sure it's one piece, with nothing hidden inside. Good. Now Billie, be a good boy and come with me."

She put the swimsuit in my right hand and took my left hand in HER left hand. She placed her right hand on my butt, and pushed me towards the stage. She led me to the side of the stage where the tall cabinet I had been suspended in earlier stood. A woman was called from the audience to make sure the cabinet was completely empty, and then I was told to get inside and change, to knock when I was done, and to come out holding the two pieces of my unitard. Reluctantly, I did as I was told. When the door of the cabinet opened again, I was standing there with my legs together and one knee slightly bent, holding the two pieces of the unitard in my two hands, at my sides – being careful not to block the audience's view of my body.

The women took the pieces of the unitard from me, and then gave me their hands to help me out of the cabinet. I stepped out and posed with a hand on my hip. Then I placed both hands on my waist and turned around, showing them my butt. The crowd applauded.

Julie told me later that she used magic and modified her swimsuit slightly, so that it would cover me properly in front and ride up my butt in back, and pinch my waist and tummy in. Also, the suit fit me in such a way that I felt most comfortable if I stood while arching my back and sticking my butt out behind me as far as possible.

At the time, looking down at myself when I emerged from the pitch-black cabinet, I didn't look as bad as when I saw myself on the video later. There was no mirror in the room, and I couldn't see myself properly. In the video, I saw that I looked really really cute – for a girl! I had the exact shape of a really pretty girl, except for the bulge at my crotch – the individual shapes of my penis and two balls were quite apparent through the tight spandex, and emphasized even more by the horizontal stripes. During the show, though, I didn't realize exactly how I looked, which was a good thing because that might have interfered with my performance.

"Do the splits for us, Billie," Julie said.

"I can't," I responded.

"You can now – try!"

I didn't think it would work, but standing facing the audience I parted my legs slightly, and then continued to slide them outwards until I was flat on the ground, doing the splits! I was amazed at that.

Julie helped me to my feet and gave my butt a friendly pat. "You look adorable," she told me, massaging my neck and shoulder-blades. I kissed her on the cheek in return. "Now go over to Mrs. Williams and let her inspect you again."

The women cooed at me, seeing me up close in the cute girls' swimsuit. Williams inspected me, thoroughly, and then told me to go over to my mother for the final inspection. Mom smiled a huge smile but didn't say anything as she looked at me and felt my dick and balls. Finally, the women pronounced me 'fit to be cut' and sent me back to the stage with a swat to my behind.

Two other women came up to fasten me to the table. This time, I was lifted on and fastened to the table while lying face-down. My butt was sticking up, looking incredibly cute. The women couldn't take their hands off it, and practically fought over who'd get to hold on to that end of me during the cutting.

Once I was securely fastened to the table, one of the women held me tightly on the butt, while the other, disappointedly, slipped a hand under the 'I' part of the back of my swimsuit and held me there.

"Ladies, check that he has a pulse." After they checked, I felt myself going under again.

Julie stood above me with a blade. This time, she inserted it higher up, around where my chest meets my stomach. She told the ladies to check my pulse. They confirmed I was dead again.

Julie left that blade in, and then inserted another, a little bit above the top of my butt-crack.

"If anyone out there just ate, you might want to close your eyes," Julie said. She draped a cloth over my middle, covering the two cuts but leaving my butt sticking out one end and my chest sticking out the other. She reached under, and pulled the two blades out, setting them down on the floor. Then she carefully positioned two more clothes, one over each cut. Then she reached in, and being careful that my middle didn't become uncovered, and that the open cuts on the top and bottom sections of my body didn't become uncovered by the two extra cloths, she pulled my middle right out. The crowd gasped. Some covered their eyes with their hands. She was now holding in her hand what appeared to be my stomach, wrapped in a pink cloth. Two more cloths were draped over the open ends of my body, top and bottom. Their positions didn't change, but you could clearly see something was missing in the middle. Julie put her hands through the space between my halves (actually, thirds), proving that she had in fact removed my stomach. My stomach was still wrapped in a cloth, tucked under her left arm.

She moved around to the front of the table and placed my covered stomach down on the table, near my feet, vertically. Carefully, she began pulling the cloth up, exposing the stomach, while leaving the cloth on top to cover the opening. The bottom opening was covered by the table top. The crowd gasped. They could see my middle, still covered in spandex. Actually, my back was towards them. Julie turned my middle around so that my spandex-covered stomach was now facing them. Then she pulled a bit on the spandex and exposed my navel. The crowd gasped some more. She pulled a bit more, and being careful not to let the cloth fall off the top of my middle, she pulled the piece of swimsuit completely off of my stomach. People could see a bare stomach, detached from a body, sitting on the table in front of them. She passed the piece of swimsuit to Mrs. Williams, who confirmed that it appeared to really be a part of the swimsuit she'd examined on me earlier.

"That stomach looks so real!" one of the women in the audience commented.

"Why don't you come up and touch it?" Julie suggested. But the woman got nervous and backed out.

Another woman came up to touch it, and screeched when she did. "It's real! It's real!" She poked the stomach with her finger, and saw that if felt as real as a stomach attached to a person.

Julie then walked to the center of the table and opened the clasps that held the table together. Then, with a push, she separated the table, with my upper and lower bodies moving in separate directions. She spun the tables around so that both my head and feet were pointed in the direction of the audience.

Seeing that the trick was a little too real, and that people were getting rather nauseous, she said, "Okay, I think I'll put him back together now." She slid the tables back into position and clasped the clasps. Then she covered my stomach and placed it under the cloths, back in position. She felt it a bit and said, "No, wait, I put that there the wrong way. His stomach should be facing down." She reached under the cloth and flipped my middle over. Then she brought her hands back out from under the cloth, and rubbed my body, through the cloths, over the place of the cuts. "There," she said. "All back together. Now I'll revive him." She walked around to where my head was and gave me a kiss on the lips. I came to and smiled at the audience.

Julie had the women check my pulse, and they confirmed that I was once again living. Then they unbuckled my restraints. While they were doing that, I thought up a cool way to get off the table. Once completely unlocked, I began to open my legs until they were in the air, sticking off of the table at my sides, in a 'splits' position. I was still lying flat on my stomach. Then I slowly pushed up with my hands and rolled myself into a sitting position. I had to use my hands to push my body up a bit so that I didn't role right over my balls – I almost forgot about that. Once I was sitting upright, I lifted the leg that was pointing away from the audience and swung it up over the table and around until it was beside my other leg, and I was sitting on the table facing the audience with my legs dangling over the side of the table.

While doing that maneuver, the cloth that had been covering my middle slipped off and I discovered that I wasn't wearing the one-piece swimsuit I'd been wearing before; instead, I was wearing a girls' bikini with the same pattern. Of course, it wasn't really a bikini – it was just the one-piece swimsuit with the middle cut out, but it looked like a bikini. Looking down at my cutely displayed tummy, I smiled and continued dismounting from the table. After I was sitting with my legs together, the two women offered me their hands. Taking them, I jumped off of the table, and stood in a pose displaying the 'bikini'.

At the time, I didn't know what the significance of the 'bikini' was – I wasn't aware that I'd been sliced in three, and the middle piece rid of its spandex covering. I just thought it was another magic act of Julie's, changing my one-piece into a two-piece. I stood there and modeled the 'bikini', back and front. Julie gave me a pat on the butt, took my hand and led me into the audience so they could inspect my bikini up close. After being fondled all over for a while, one of the women told me to lift my hands up, and as I did so, she slipped the top part of the 'bikini' up over my head. I looked to see who it was – it was Mrs. Rolands!

"Nice tits!" she said, and began playing with my nipples.

"That brings our show to a close," Julie said, taking my hand and leading me back to the stage. "I want to thank you for being such a good, patient and helpful audience. I'm going to send Billie back to where he came from, the way he came. But this time, let's lock him to a cross first."

On Julie's instructions, I wheeled over a large vertical wooden cross, placing it in the center of the stage. Two eager women helped to strap me to the cross. I was glad that they didn't use nails! The only thing covering my body was the little bottom piece of Julie's bathing-suit. Julie asked one of the women to use a thumb-tack and attach the back of my 'bikini-bottom' to the cross, behind me. I couldn't see if she got a glance at my butt as she pulled the material away from it so she could stick the tack in, but I imagined she could. Once it was tacked in place, I did my best to keep my butt close to the cross so I wouldn't be exposed.

Julie draped a large cloth over the entire cross and began to count to three. When she got to 'two', I felt my consciousness leaving me. When I came to, I could move again – nothing was attached to my body. And I mean nothing! I was actually back in Julie's room, locked inside the cage, and I was completely naked! The little piece of her swimsuit was gone.

When Julie removed the cloth, the crowd applauded. I had disappeared, but the little piece of the swimsuit remained dangling from the thumb-tack, stuck into the cross.

Julie took a few bows, and that's where the video stopped.

Up in my cage, I looked around for something with which to cover myself. I knew that Julie or maybe someone else would probably be up to see me there any minute, and I didn't want to be seen completely naked. Then I noticed a small envelope on the floor of the cage. Julie had written on it:

Billie, you did a great show! Here's something for you to wear, if you don't want me to see you naked when I return to my room.

A few minutes later, Julie appeared in her room with a 'pop'. She didn't bother using the door.

"Oh, Billie, the show was perfect!" She unlocked my cage door, helped me out, and gave me a big hug and kiss. "You were just amazing!" I got another kiss. "I never thought you'd have it in you! That was amazing! You're the perfect magician's assistant – we have a long and prosperous future together! And – wow! You look cuter that I thought you would in that little thong! Man, am I going to be having wet dreams tonight!"

For some reason, after that evening, I began to write my name 'Billie', with an 'ie'. Well, not at school, but at home and among relatives.