The Wax Statue

The Magician looked down at the large pool of wax covering the stage floor. "I hope all of you enjoyed that last illusion. I'm pretty sure my stage crew does not." He turned and looked off stage. "Robert, could you come out with the scraper, please?"

A man, dressed in black jeans and a black, long sleeved shirt, stepped onto the stage with a large bladed scraper, and started peeling the wax off the floor into a pile. The Magician watched for a moment. "My apologies, ladies and gentlemen; we are still working out some performance glitches- I shouldn't have used this illusion as the very first act. It also seems a bit sad to waste resources, I think... Let's do something about that, shall we?"

The Magician kneeled on the ground by the growing pile of wax, still fairly soft, and began to work it with his hands, shaping it into a tall column. He continued to shape the wax, and slowly, before the audience, the shape of a woman began to emerge. The Magician added a few final touches to the life-sized rough sculpture and stepped back to examine it. "That looks pretty good, but I think we can do better..."

The Magician removed his coat and held it in front of the wax statue, covering its legs. He moved the garment up, slowly, revealing a woman's bare feet where the statue's were. The toes wiggled as he lifted the jacket higher, covering the waist of the wax statue, but revealing the girl's toned calves. He kept drawing moving the coat upwards until the girl's legs were fully visible, and only the blob of wax where her head should be could be seen above the clothing. With one final motion he tossed the coat fully upwards, revealing a slender young woman with short blonde hair, covering herself with her arms. She smiled and stepped forward. There was no trace of the wax statue any more.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my assistant Laurel!" The Magician bowed to the applauds, as the stage hand brought out a small stool. Laurel took a seat, still covering herself.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, you should be aware that when someone magically appears, the method of their production does have some repercussions. Since Laurel has emerged from wax, she should, at least for a little bit, have some of the same properties. Perhaps we should take advantage of that? Laurel, would you like some plastic surgery?"

The blonde assistant smiled, and as the Magician continued- "Obviously, there are no blemishes on the lovely Laurel that need smoothed over-" she blushed. "Is there anything else I could do? Anything you've always wanted?" The Magician leaned close, and Laurel whispered into his ear.

He smiled. "That should be easy enough." The Magician rubbed his hands together, and ran them down the girl's thighs and calves, one leg at a time, pulling as he did so. "How's that?"

Laurel stood up and took a few steps. She was now, somehow, taller than the Magician, her legs seemingly lengthened as if he'd pulled on a clay sculpture. She looked down at her body. "Something's not quite right about the proportions."

The Magician smiled. "True. Let's fix that." He took his hands and placed them on her shoulders, and pushed downwards, as she twisted her torso to the left and the right. Somehow, she seemed to become shorter, until she was back to her usual 5'6" height. Her legs definately seemed longer- but her abdomen was somehow shortened. "Shh- don't say anything yet," the Magician put his hands on her waist, and pulled them towards her back, rubbing as he did so. "We couldn't have left you with that extra pudge around the middle from the torso shortening, right?" He moved his hands away, and she did appear slimmer. There were some applauds from the audience.

"Subtle, isn't it?" The Magician smiled. "Lets show them something extraordinary. "Laurel, if you could, um, rub your-"

Laurel laughed. "Marisol's usually the one to ask me to do that, but I can do it for you, certainly." She rubbed the hand covering the part of her legs. "Mmm, that feels good, thank you for asking!"

"Not too hard, Laurel, dear!"

She smiled, then slowly spread her fingers and removed her hand. The skin beneath was smooth and seamless- no labia at all. Laurel put her hands to her breasts, and rubbed there as well, pressing them into her chest. When she pulled away her hands, her chest was flat- without even nipples. Just smooth skin. She lifted one leg and slowly twirled like a ballerina, showing off the changes.

"Naked, yet fully modest, ladies and gentlemen. And yet, I'm sure some of you still doubt, as she had kept herself covered until now. Let's do one more thing to prove the magic. Laurel, if you could close your eyes and hold still?"

His assistant stood straight, and closed her eyes and mouth. The Magician stepped close, and placed his hand across her eyes. Slowly he rubbed her skin. She smiled as he pulled his hand lower, and kept rubbing, covering her nose, then mouth. He stopped, leaving his hand there for the moment.

"There. The effects from the appearance have worn off, so the changes are set. Laurel has always wanted smoother skin." He slowly pulled his hand away. Beneath them, Laurel's face had become smooth, completely featureless- her eyes, nose, lips- her whole mouth- had vanished without a trace, leaving her face, quite literally, blank. "That's about as smooth as I can make it." The assistant put her fingers to her face.

"Oh, that's right- you did have a date tonight, right?" Laurel nodded slowly.

"Hmmm, well, that's unfortunate. I'm sorry- I hope you didn't have dinner plans... or plans for anything intimate afterwards. It might be difficult."

Laurel shrugged, somehow cheerily, and walked off the stage.

The Magician smiled, "Don't worry, ladies and gentlemen. I'm sure they'll figure something out."