Anyone can be a Star!

Story by InvisibleHandTFs, Commission by GigantaGoil

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"And that is why I know I'd be an amazing assistant!! Soooo.... I have the job, right?"

As Julie looked to her would-be employer with bright expecting eyes and a bubbly smile on her face, she felt certain that she had just nailed her job interview. That said, Julie was not the most perceptive girl in the world, seemingly oblivious to the furrowed brow and perplexed look on the face of the figure sitting across from her.

There, on the other side of an old wooden desk, sat a taller woman with raven black hair who seemed to be in her late 30s, at least a decade senior of the girl she was interviewing. Despite being slightly older though, she was distinctly beautiful, carrying about her a certain confidence and allure that came with her experience.

She was "Mistress Margret the Magnificent," an extravagant name befitting of the industry she worked in. After all, Julie wasn't applying to be some administrative assistant, or the secretary of some corporate bigwig.

No, she was going to be a magician's assistant... or so she hoped.

The pair sat in the back office of the Marquette Theater, a historically famed establishment that had been a landmark of the city's entertainment district for almost a century. With it came a certain mystique, a magic in the air that permitted not just the stage but the back halls and even the office Julie found herself in now, the walls of which were covered with posters of various notable acts that had performed there over the years. Distracted by the posters for a moment, Julie's attention only returned to her interviewer as Margret spoke up.

"So. Julie, was it? All that is, um... great. But looking at your resume, I can't help but notice that under 'Experience,' the only things you have noted are a number of credits in some college theatrical productions and... what seems to be a link to an OnlyFans account..."

Unfazed and seemingly not even registering that as a negative thing, Julie eagerly nodded, quick to reply.

"Yup! I'm a natural performer!"

Pursing her lips slightly, Margret scanned the resume once more before looking up and continuing.

"No professional experience on the stage then? Or actually... I'm not seeing a mention of a degree here; did you graduate?"

Again, without missing a beat, Julie chipperly straightened her posture and confidently answered.

"Nope! College was hard and just taking way too long, ya know?"

In slight disbelief of what she had just heard, Margret was about to end the interview right there, but before she could speak up, Julie finished her thought with the same self-assured confidence.

"After all, I've always known I'm going to be a star! Why waste my time in some stuffy classroom when I can get real experience on the stage? Besides, what better way to learn the ropes than right here with you as your assistant?"

At that, Marget couldn't help but smirk, easing her shoulders a bit and softening her expression as she really looked over Julie for the first time. It was clear as day the girl she was interviewing was, for lack of a better term, a bimbo, although she had to admit at least she was a charming one, and with misplaced confidence to spare.

Truly, despite her practically blank resume and ditzy demeanor, it was clear Julie was at least genuine about her dream to become a star. That, and glancing up and down over the girl's body, it was clear she had other 'qualifications.'

Julie was, without any doubt, a bombshell. With an almost exaggerated hourglass figure, it looked like the 20-something's sizable chest could pop out of her shirt at any moment, leading into a tight waist before flowing back down to a form fitting pair of leggings that seemed to show every little curve of her ass and thighs. As a matter of fact, the old office chair she sat in barely seemed able to contain the girl's curvy frame.

Looking up to her face, Julie's full lips were only emphasized further by cherry red lipstick, giving her an almost perpetual kissy look and a slight smile on the edge of her mouth. Her bright eyes only looked that much bigger behind the lenses of large yet sharp glasses, her face framed by an explosion of red hair atop her head that cascaded in waves down past her shoulders and resting on her chest.

Admittedly, the thought of Julie dressed up in a magician's assistant costume, complete with fishnet stockings and a regal red corset patterned with black lace resembling lingerie, was enough to get Margret a little bit flushed, and that was enough to give her an idea: if this girl was enough to get her worked up, then at very least she'd make for some very attractive decoration for the theater, certain that just by having her around she could fill seats with passers-by whose attention Julie's... 'assets' had attracted.

Thinking it over for a moment more, Margret shrugged as if to say "Fuck it, why not," and, with a smirk, she spoke up.

"Alright then, Ms. Starlet... you have a lot to learn and you'll have to listen to everything I say... but you have the job. You can be my new assistant."

At that, Julie sprang up from her seat with a giddy scream of excitement, practically jumping over the desk to Margret and taking her in a massive hug. The magician was still sitting as her new assistant squeezed her tightly, sending her face into Julie's sizable chest, rolling her eyes as she hugged her back.

Sure, Julie didn't have any experience, and was evidently a bit of a ditz, but the job of a stage assistant was as easy as can be. All she'd have to do is stand there, wait for her cues, hand her the occasional prop during the act, and maybe sit in for a trick or two.

Even a dummy wouldn't be able to mess up a job this simple. Right?

The following weeks were a string of perhaps the least professional shows the theater had ever put on.

Of the two predictions Maggie had made on the day she hired Julie, one was spot on while the other turned out to be very, very wrong.

The correct prediction was that since that day the new assistant was hired, attendance at the theater had gone up significantly, and it was fairly evident why. The second Julie first walked out of the dressing room in her assistant's outfit, Maggie found herself biting her lip just to maintain her professionalism. Julie was stunning all dressed up, her corset making her curves pop even more and a pair of black fishnet stockings hugging her legs leaving very little to the imagination.

Simply having her stand outside the front doors of the theater was enough to turn more heads than a flashy billboard ever could. Seats were practically full each night they had the bombshell working the door, eventually making her way backstage to join Margret before each show. By all accounts things seemed to be doing great... at least until the show actually began.

Debunking her second prediction, Maggie discovered all to soon was that even if a dummy could handle the job of being her assistant on stage, Julie certainly could not.

Right off the bat during their first time performing together, Julie seemed to fail at her job to a comedic extent. From the second the curtains opened, the new assistant seemed to miss all of her cues with an almost uncanny consistency. As Margret first bowed to greet the audience at the show's opening night, Julie just stood there like a deer in headlights, quickly looking around and scrambling to bow as well a second later, met by the laughter of audience members.

From there, whenever she had to hand Margret a prop for the next trick or briefly address the audience before the next act, she managed to mess it up in one way or another.

Thankfully, the audience seemed to take it all as part of the act, a comedic klutz of an assistant contrasting with the fantastical acts of magic being performed on stage. Even with Julie all but working against her, Margret performed her tricks to perfection, stunning the audience with genuinely impressive feats of magic, everything from making a flock of doves appears out of thin air to making an audience member disappear and reappear right before everyone's eyes. Even up close, Julie found herself just as amazed as the audience.

As far as she could tell, these weren't just tricks, it was real magic.

With the rest of the show going as well as it could have with Julie's constant mistakes, the curtain eventually closed on the stage as the two took a final bow to roaring applause. Almost immediately, Julie jumped up, giddy and oblivious to what had just transpired.

"Maggie!! That was soo good!! They loved us!"

At that, Margret was livid, doing everything in her power to keep her cool. In a calm, stern tone, she spoke to her assistant.

"Julie... what are you-? No. That was probably the worst show I've ever put on."

With a ditzy smile and a giggle, Julie touched the magician's shoulder as if to reassure her and replied.

"Oh come on Maggie, don't be hard on yourself! You did great!"

Margret slowly blinked in disbelief that a real person could be this dense. Slowly with anger seeping into her words, she said one last thing to her assistant.

"Listen very closely, Julie. That was an embarrassment, and if you don't get your act together, you're not going to be in the business for long. And from now on, when we're in this theater, you'll address me as Mistress Margret. Do I make myself clear?"

Before Julie could even answer, Margret stormed off, leaving the assistant backstage, standing stiff with an almost frightened expression on her face.

"I-um... Yes Mistress."

From that day forward, Margret made a genuine effort just to whip Julie into shape. She rehearsed with her near daily, gave Julie ample instruction on how to present herself on stage, and was more patient than she really should have been with the bimbo. Still, despite the concentrated effort, Julie barely improved, going from being a total failure on her first night to being better but still less than acceptable after weeks of performances.

Julie's mistakes never seemed to cease, Margret gritting her teeth through numerous acts, truly giving the girl every single opportunity to succeed before she finally had it.

She couldn't deny that Julie being there made the theater a lot of money, a level of success she hadn't seen since her first years starting out on stage, but she couldn't compromise the integrity of the Marquette Theater and her performances any longer. After one too many ruined shows, something had to change, and just before showtime on a Friday night, Margret just had to decide what that change would be.

The rain of a stormy evening rattled against the window as Margret sat in her office, already dressed up in her attire for the coming performance. There at her desk with a notably heavy-handed pour of whiskey in one hand and her magic wand in another, Margret sighed, lost in thought.

On rainy days like these, she couldn't help but think back to her first days at this theater. She remembered first becoming a magician's assistant herself when she was young and naive, and how nervous she was when she first started performing, but even then, she was never anywhere near as bad as Julie. On a bad day, Margret would have slipped for a moment while retrieving a prop. On a good day, Julie would be lucky to actually retrieve the correct prop she had asked for.

So, as much as she could put herself in Julie's shoes, she had genuinely reached her limit with her assistant.

Knocking back the spirits in her glass with another sigh, she poured herself another drink as she slowly twirled her wand in her hands. As she watched it slowly turn, she reflected on more of her first years in the theater, specifically the year she first began to learn magic for herself.

Not illusions, no sleight of hand. Proper, real magic.

As Margret learned not too long after she was taken on as the apprentice of her Master, the simple truth behind most of the tricks performed here at the theater was that they weren't tricks at all.

As it turns out, the old saying of "A magician never reveals his secrets" was often less paranoia about other's stealing his tricks and more truly wanting to keep their magic a secret to the public.

Still, Margret was allowed to learn the tricks of the trade due to her natural aptitude towards spell craft and conjuration specifically, her teacher taking a liking to her early on in her career and even giving her her first magic wand, the one she still twirled in her fingers today. It wasn't long before she had mastered the craft herself, eventually succeeding her master's role of the theater's headliner as he retired. These days she could will things into existence, make them disappear, and most fun of all, she could transform most anything into a new form right before one's very eyes.

And yet, with all the magic at her fingertips, she couldn't make Julie any better of an assistant.

Just then, pulling her back to reality as she was lost in thought, there was a light knock at the door. There, in her undeniably alluring stage outfit, was Julie with a bright smile on her face and giving Margret a little wave.

"You wanted to see me?" She asked giddy as ever, still seemingly oblivious to the serious nature of why she had been called back to the office. With a half-hearted, slightly intoxicated smirk, Margret motioned for the girl to come sit down, calling to her as she did.

"I did, especially in that dress. You do look great, you know that?" Margret started in a tipsy, borderline flirty tone, Julie happily accepting the compliment. As Julie took a seat, Margret pursed her lips and with another sigh, she propped herself up to address her assistant.

"So, Julie. We seriously need to talk. Hate that it's come to this but we need to do something about your performance while on stage. Something needs to change."

Quickly sitting up and unintentionally sticking out her chest with a worried expression on her face, Julie looked to Margret with big puppy dog eyes. For once, she seemed to have picked up on a social cue, realizing that this sounded a lot like she was about to be fired. Quick to speak up, trying to stop what was happening, Julie replied.

"Oh I'm, um, sorry about that. It won't happen again Ma-I mean Mistress. I'll work harder at being a good assistant!"

Starting to slowly get up, Margret replied with a dry humor in her voice.

"We're waaay past that point Julie, I-"

Before she could even finish, Julie interjected, the first time Margret had really seen a rise of emotion out of the bubbly girl aside from her usual airy attitude. No, at the very hint of losing her job she seemed heart broken, desperate even, as she shot back.

"I know not all of this comes naturally to me but I'm trying my best! Please! This is my dream! I literally need this, I don't know what I'd do, I'd do anything to be a star!"

Finishing her drink and giving her wand a spin in the air before catching it, Margret looked to Julie sympathetically for a moment, before the feeling was bitterly undercut by the countless memories of near constant embarrassments on stage.

"Julie, this is going to sound harsh, save for someone guiding your every move and every word, I really don't think that's even possible. Listen, you've got the looks, you really do, but that's about it. Maybe give modeling a try instead?"

Julie didn't relent. Even in the face of being told outright she had no future in the theater as an assistant, let alone a performer, she genuinely wouldn't take no for an answer.

"I mean it!" She practically shouted before lowering her tone into something more serious. "I'll do anything. Anything." She paused, fully submitting. "Just help me be a star..."

Margret was about to put her foot down, to properly say the words 'Sorry, you're fired' and be done with this nightmare, but before she could, an idea sparked into her mind. It may have been partially inspired by her whiskey, maybe she felt some pity on the girl, or maybe it was just the magic tingling at her fingertips that gave her another plan.

If she wanted to be a star so bad, then sure. She'd help her.

Slowly walking behind her, crossing her arms, Margret spoke in a coy tone.

"Fine, fine. If you need it that bad, I can make you a star. As a matter of fact, I'm not firing you... I'm promoting you."

Springing up and almost knocking the chair over in the process, Julie spun around with passion and relief in her voice.

"Wait... really? You mean it?! Thank you thank you!!" She was about to pull Margret into another massive hug, but the magician stopped her simply by laying the tip of her wand on the girl's chest and gliding it up to her chin, lifting it gently to have her fully at her attention.

"I do mean it, say the word and you'll be the new headliner of our show. You'll have your name in lights, entire crowds of people enamored by you, you'll really be a star. That is my promise to you. All you need to do is repeat after me."

Margret closed the distance between them, letting her wand fall back to just over the girl's heart as she locked her gaze with the starry eyed ditz. At that, she prompted her to speak in a low, almost sensual tone.

"I will give up everything to be a star."

With a gulp, Julie repeated the words with anticipation, her heart pounding.

"I willingly give myself to you. I belong to you. Property."

Again, Julie repeated the words, and as she did, a faint glow began to radiate from the edge of Margret's wand. A tension built in the air, Margret leaned in, her lips an inch away from Julie's as she mouthed the final pledge. Without even needing to say it aloud, Julie knew what she was supposed to say, stating her words almost proudly.

"I-I... I want... no I choose to be a puppet. Your puppet."

At that, the light from Margret's wand coursed from the tip into Julie's chest. Immediately, she gasped, but not from pain or discomfort, no. Instead, as magic began to course through her veins, she couldn't contain how good she felt. With her knees buckling slightly as she quivered at the sensation, Margret helped her back into her chair.

"What's- Oooohhh~, what's happening?" Julie questioned, Margret standing up to watch the show as she watched the girl lose herself in pleasure as magic enveloped her. Crossing her arms satisfied, the magician answered.

"Exactly what I promised and what you agreed to, love. Like I said, the only way you'll be a star is if you have someone guiding literally everything you say, do, and think. So, I'll do exactly that for you. I'm making you into a cute. Little. Puppet."

With each work Maggie playfully tapped her wand to the girl's chest, each new touch sending tingles shooting through her body.

Before she could protest, Julie moaned as the changes began to take hold. Sitting up straight in her chair, she arched her back in pleasure, gasping a bit as from where the wand had touched Julie's heart, slowly her skin began to take on the texture of a smooth, polished wood. As it spread outwards, down across her chest, her breasts firmed up, taking on a similarly wooden appearance.

Curious, Margret approached her and glided one finger down from her shoulder, feeling warm and soft skin, to her chest, now met a smooth and cool sensation. With her interest peaked, her finger continued to explore downwards, sending shivers of pleasure down Julie's spine, until she reached the girl's chest. Lifting her corset from her breast ever so slightly, she could see the transformation had left smooth, with her nipples simply painted on to the pair of perfectly shaped globes.

Margret couldn't help herself, circling one of the painted on nipples with her finger to further tease her new toy. This was enough for Julie to press her legs together in pleasure, even reaching down towards her crotch with her hand. As she did though, Julie saw the changes coursing down over her limbs, holding her arm in front of her as knotched joints appeared at her elbows, wrists, and knuckles. One by one these lines appeared as her skin became changed to match her chest, and soon both her hands were beautifully articulated woodwork.

At that her arms fell limply to her sides with a clatter, Julie unable to even budge them, but her focus was quickly pulled in a new direction as the transformation moved down past her stomach, washing over her hips and crotch.

Bliss.

In that second Julie almost went numb with pleasure as the magic left only a smooth strip of polished wood where her sex once was. Large wooden ball-joints appeared at her hips, and underneath the girl's black fishnet stockings one could see the changes sweep down her thighs. Yet more visible joints appeared at her knees and ankles, her legs going limp and bowing out as she lost control of those too. Julie looked down over herself in a mix of disbelief and pleasure, and even in her airy mind, she knew there was only one place left for the changes to go.

Inching up her neck, Julie heard a soft wooden 'pop' as her head now connected to the rest of her wooden body by a ball pivot. Moving up to her chin and around to her ears, Julie felt a brief panic kick in, but as she closed her eyes and braced for the changes, she felt a gentle, warm hand cup her chin. Looking up to where the hand guided her, she saw Margret, giving her a reassuring smirk.

"Don't worry doll, you're in good hands. Besides, this is what you wanted, isn't it?"

At that, the transformation washed over her mouth, leaving her ruby red lipstick in a permanent smile, now painted onto the puppet. More than that, two lines traced down from the corners of her lips, her jaw dropping slightly, leaving her with a dopey open mouth grin on her face. At her cheeks, her stage make up became painted on as well, now exaggerated red circles for blush and a miriade of freckles adorning her wooden face.

At that moment, Julie looked to Margret, and just as she did, her big green eyes shifted to beautifully realistic glass, the same eager spark of the girl always had behind her now inanimate expression. With that, her eyebrows became sharply painted on lines, the rest of her head becoming the same hollow wood as the rest of her, save for her expansive red hair which became a glued on nylon wig.

And that was that. Gently running her thumb over the inanimate toy's lips, Margret released her, sending Julie's head lolling to the side without the hand's support and her jaw falling slack. In a matter of moments, Julie the assistant had become a life-sized Ventriloquist Puppet, and a rather beautiful one at that.

Admiring her handiwork for a while, exploring the wooden girl's body, Margret couldn't get over how silly the girl looked, finding herself giggling at the doll's vacant expression. Pressing her ear to the girl's chest and giving it a light tap, she could hear her frame was hollow, and with a little lift it was evident Julie's new form weighed a fraction of what she did as a real girl. Still, she was a bit tall for a puppet, so that would have to change.

Presenting her wand and giving it one more flick in Julie's direction, the puppet began to shrink. Not too much mind you, but in her chair the normally 5'3" bombshell shrunk down to a petite 4' tall, remarkably small for a real girl, but Julie wasn't a real girl any more. Despite being scalled down, Julie kept her curvy proportions, the short stack dummies looking as alluring as she did in flesh and blood.

Even happier with her work, Margret scooped up the pint size plaything under each arm and lifted her into the air with ease. For once, it was Margret that was giddy, not just for getting some much-needed retribution against the assistant that had embarrassed her on stage countless times. No, if anything the second Margret locked eyes with the puppet, any resent for the girl washed away. Now looking over the beautifully made puppet filled her with a playful glee she hadn't felt in a long time. More than that, a twinge of desire filled Margret's eyes. She owned Julie now, and that thought sent her soaring.

Shifting the the puppet around in her hands as she looked her over, Margret couldn't help but smile as Julie's head lolled from one side to the other. The dummy's vacant smile and silly expression were adorable, and frankly, Margret had to admit she was a bit flushed seeing Julie like this. Her assistant had always been attractive, she'd be lying if she hadn't checked her out before, but as a toy, her toy, Margret felt herself a bit turned on.

"I like you a lot better this way, Julie" the magician teased. Feeling up the doll ever so slightly, Margret's gaze landed back on Julie's brightly painted lips, her mouth still hanging open in a dopey smile. With a little jostle, her wooden arms and legs chattered ever so slightly as they swayed under her. Lifting her puppet up to look her in the eye, she continued. "But more importantly, what do you think, my adorable little puppet?"

Prancing over to a standing mirror in the corner of the office as if she was a kid that couldn't wait to play with a new toy, she took Julie under one arm and hugged her to her chest. Now both facing the mirror, Margret smirked at the puppet drooping from her hug, wondering what the puppet girl must be thinking as she saw her new form for the first time. As a matter of fact, just thinking that Julie was seeing and feeling everything as her personal toy now made all of this that much more exciting, and she wasn't even at the good part yet.

A moment later, she bent the puppet over her forearm, letting her wooden limbs dangle as playfully she ran a finger down Julie's back as if to tease her. Eventually though, her hand found a small slit in the red corset she adorned, leading into the dummy's back. In eager anticipation, she slid her hand into the opening.

As soon as she did, Julie sprang to life, answering the previous question enthusiastically.

"I think I look great!!! OMG I am sooo cute like this. You should have, like, turned me into a puppet ages ago!"

The voice was distinctly Julie's, not just Margret throwing her voice or doing an impression of her former assistant. No, the voice coming from the puppet's mouth really was Julie, although now in an exaggerated, performative tone of her ditzy personality, an almost parody of whom the girl was before. As she spoke up, Julie found herself looking over her new form, striking a number of alluring poses before looking to her puppeteer.

"You did such a good job, Maggie, I look sooo hot right now. This was like such a good idea, like before I was a bit of a dummy, but like, now I am a dummy!!"

Smirking at the compliment, Margret made her way back to her desk chair and sat down, sitting the puppet on her lap and turning her to face her before responding.

"Why thank you, Julie. I knew you'd be a good fit for this, glad you like it!"

In reality, Margret now had full control over everything her puppet said and did. The same magic that had transformed her assistant into a ventriloquist dummy now created an arcane link between the toy and her owner so that whenever the magician slid her hand into the slit on the Julie's back, she could puppet the girl to say anything and do anything so naturally she didn't even have to think twice about it.

Putting the dummy down for a moment as she reached for her drink, Julie went from lively and bubbly to inanimate the as soon as Margret removed her hand from her back, no trace that she had ever been more than a stage prop. And yet, the second her owner's hand slipped into her once more, the puppet felt herself come back to life, and it was intoxicating. Something inside her wanted to perform, to be a good puppet, even if that 'something' was her owner's hand. And yet, every time her silly performance made Margret smile or giggle, she felt a little wave of bliss.

She knew she should have been furious, terrified, trying everything in her power to break free. And yet? Even if she could get up and run away without collapsing in a heap on the floor, Julie wasn't sure she would. Every new touch was so sensual, every guided movement flowed from her owner's thoughts to her body so naturally. If this is what being Maggie's puppet felt like... what did she have to be worried about?

After all, now she had an owner to do all that boring human stuff like "worrying" and "thinking." All she had to do now was be a good toy.

For a good while, Margret played with her new toy, having her play the fool much to her owner's amusement. It turned out, Julie being a klutz and a ditz could be quite funny when it was actually intentional for once. Eventually though, her ideas of play began to make a turn for the sensual, puppeting Julie to add a flirty flair to her characterized bimbo personality. Before Margret had a chance to really explore that side of her puppet though, there was a knock on her door and a curt announcement.

"30 minutes until curtain, are you ready?"

Hearing that brought Margret back to reality, whisked away for who knew how long as she was lost in play. As she thought how to respond though, she found herself fixated on Julie. With a smirk, she yelled back:

"Yup. As a matter of fact... I think I have a new act."

As the lights dimmed on the theater, a hush fell over the audience. It was another packed show, seats filled with rows of people, their features cast in shadow as the whole room went almost pitch black, filled with the low murmurs of the crowd.

Suddenly though, a sharp 'CLUNK' cut through the air as a single spotlight sparked on. Suddenly, as if appearing out of thin air, a figure was illuminated on center stage in a low leaning bow, casting them and the small section of curtain in light while the rest of the room remained in darkness. It was Margret, dressed head to toe in her magician's outfit, complete with a tophat held out in one hand as she bowed.

Without even lifting herself, her voice rang out through the theater from everywhere at once.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Mistress Margret the Magnificent, proprietor of this fine theater, master of the arcane arts, and detester of illusion. Why is that, you might ask? Because I assure you, dear audience, that the magic you will see performed on stage this evening is real, so... watch closely."

On that mark, the rest of the lights came on as well as the curtain opened behind her, a number stage sets scattered along the back and a sizable box of props off to one side. As the audience clapped, Margret rose from her bow and began her usual speech, a reliable opening to her shows, but as she finished the introduction, she found herself pausing on stage. She was ready to go off script. She smirked at the audience, letting out a little sigh as if to say "Here goes nothing" to herself before continuing.

"Tonight, though... tonight will be a bit special compared to our usual performance! Tonight you'll be the first to witness the debut of a brand-new star!" she said with a hint of sarcasm at the edge of her words, making her way over to the prop box. Leaning over and half disappearing into the large box, she began tossing the occasional prop up and out to some comedic effect, stopping only as she let out a triumphant "Aha!" Without lifting herself from the box, she spoke upload and clear.

"So, one and all, give it up for the Dazzling Ditzy the Dummy! Say Hi Ditzy!!"

All at once, Margret emerged from the box, but now she wasn't alone. There in her hands, she lifted a large ventriloquist dummy to greet the audience.

It was Julie, or rather Ditzy as she was now to be called, her cheery face drooping in a slack jawed smile as she was hoisted out of the prop box. She was still in her assistant's outfit, wooden tits all but hanging out of her tight red corset, black fishnet stockings hugging her polished legs. Even as a puppet, she was still a bombshell beauty, as silly as she looked while her owner puppeted her to clumsily wave hello.

Seeing this, some members of the audience chuckled, others were surprised by the sight, but through the air of the theater there was a common uncertainty of what was going on. After all, they had signed up for a well-renowned magic show, not necessarily... whatever this was. Still Margret stood confident, letting the crowd hang on this tension for a moment before speaking up.

"Sorry, you see Ditzy here can get a little nervous. Stage fright, ya know? But she cannot wait to put on a show for you, all she needs... is a hand!"

At that, Margret bent Ditzy over her forearm, leaving the puppet to dangle as she wiggled the fingers of her free hand in the air above her back. For a moment, the audience not so subtly caught a glimpse right down Julie's corset, cut short only as Margret's hand slipped into the dummy's back.

In an instant, she sprang to life. As she lifted herself up from her slumped position to greet the audience, Julie, or rather Ditzy, wasn't the inanimate prop she was a moment ago. No, she was filled with life, her face filled with expression and every little movement seeming perfectly natural as she let out a big yawn and a stretch before speaking up.

"Yaaaaawn. Hiya everybody! Sorry, it can get sooo cramped in the prop box! Kind of like my outfit, it can barely fit me!"

At that Julie leaned forward towards the audience with a flirty wink, sauntering her curves a bit so that it looked like she could pop out of her dress at any moment. Seeing this illiceted some laughs from the audience. Between the once inanimate wooden girl now moving and talking as if she was a real person and Ditzy's rather forward greeting to the crowd, one thing was for sure: Margret certainly had their attention now.

Making her way back to center stage with the puppet in hand, carrying her with ease, Margret pulled up a stool, taking a seat herself before playfully sitting Ditzy on her knee. The whole time the dummy seeming as happy as can be, giving little waves and blowing kisses to the audience. Pretending not to see all of this, Margret spoke up once more in a coy tone.

"Now Ditzy, you only just met these nice people! Don't you think you're being a bit too flirty?"

Comically rolling her eyes and sticking out her chest once more, Ditzy replied in a cutesy voice with a little wiggle of her butt on her owner's lap.

"Me? Flirty? You're the one with your hand inside me!" she started with a wink, getting a round of laughs from the crowd before continuing. "Besides, like, how can I not be? There's soooo many cuties in the crowd tonight. And from the way some of y'all are looking at me, well I don't think they mind."

With another wink and a kiss towards the audience, Ditzy threw her hands in the air with a flourish.

"So! Let's get this show on the road!"

After the introduction, the performance went off without a hitch. For half of the act, Margret put on a tongue in cheek comedy routine with her new puppet, most of the jokes of course being aimed at Ditzy's expense. But despite Julie being puppeted to declare herself a klutz, a bimbo, a hollow-headed dummy, she did so with a smile on her face and a sense of pride in her voice. Despite her owner controlling everything she did, the puppet seemed to be loving the attention, even if it was intended to humiliate her.

At one point, Margret invited some audience members up on stage to confirm to the crowd that Ditzy really was a wooden puppet, not some actress in an elaborate costume. Each were encouraged to examine Ditzy up close as she flirted with the volunteers the whole time, save for when Margret slipped her hand out of the puppet and handed her to a guest to try out. Each time she did, the volunteer would sloppily puppet Ditzy around, no sense of life in the toy until she was returned to her owner and Margret took control back.

This went on for a bit, if only to mystify how Ditzy was being puppeted to seem so life-like despite being a simple puppet, even at one point going as far to invite one man to feel her up.

"Trust me, hon. I might be fake but these girls are all natural," she teased, pulling him down to motorboat her as she looked to the audience with a playful "Whoops! Must've slipped! And from the feel of things, I'm not the only one with wood in my pants anymore!!" Each new flirt got a round of laughs from the crowd along with a few whistles and jeers. Quickly, the puppet had become a fan favorite, turning half of the act into almost a comedy burlesque show.

For the other half of the act, Margret would slip her hand out of the puppet, Ditzy going limp once more with the same stupid smile locked on her face as she was put aside. Sometime's Margret would prop Ditzy up against the prop box, letting her slump like a rag doll and still looking out at the crowd, other times Margret would take a second to leave her toy in a suggestive pose as some eye candy for the audience. All the while, Margret would go back to performing the core of the magic act solo, which even without an assistant went much smoother than when Julie was still animate enough to get in the way.

By the time the show was drawing to a close, the audience was amazed by the magic tricks, amused by the comedy, and more than anything, fixated on Ditzy the Dummy, for more reasons than just her role as the comic relief. Just to keep them on the hook, Margret made Julie more and more flirty as the show reached its conclusion, reaching a head as the magician collected the dummy off the floor one last time for the finale, the toy returning to life as her hand entered her.

"Hmmmm~ I love feeling you inside of me... Oops! Did I say that out loud? Hehe!" Ditzy announced with mock surprise in her voice, the audience now fully into the bit of her being an insatiable flirt. Without missing a beat, Margret turned to the puppet, speaking up in a candid tone.

"So, Ditzy, it's almost time to put you back in your box! How did you enjoy your first show?"

Ditzy almost burst in a show of bubbly joy, her puppet master making a point to play up her airy personality one last time.

"I loved it soo soooo much, and I hope our lovely audience did too! Oooh, maybe next time you can put me on puppet strings, so I can put on a little dance for them!! A strip tease maybe?"

At that, the audience cheered, most of the crowd enamored at the thought of the puppet any more naked than she already was.

"Well maybe next time, after all, Ditzy the Dummy is the newest star here at the Marquette Theater! So if the people want to see more of you (literally) they'll have it! Thank you all, good night!"

As the two took a bow on stage and the curtains closed, the riled up crowd let loose thunderous applause. Hearing the steady roar from the other side of the curtain, Margret bit her lip in excitement. That was the best show she had put on in a long time, and standing up straight as she slipped her hand out of Julie's back, the toy falling inanimate once again, she knew she had this silly little plaything to thank for that.

Taking the doll and pulling her into a hug before holding her up at arms length, smirking at her airy expression and inanimate smile, Margret chuckled.

"You stupid, sexy thing... I'll make a star out of you yet."

The rest of that night was a blur, Margret riding the high of the show and loving it.

Stripping down in the dressing room, she didn't think twice as Ditzy watched from where she was dropped on a side table. After all, she was just a toy, who cared if she saw her naked. No, instead Margret's focus was set on keeping the party going, quickly getting herself dressed in her civilian clothes before looking over to her dummy.

For a second, she thought about fulfilling her promise to put her away for the night in the prop box; she was her property now, if she wanted to store Ditzy in a pile backstage she had every right to. But where would be the fun in that, she thought, and as she made her way out to her favorite bar, she scooped up the dummy under one arm, deciding her new dolly would be her drinking buddy for the night.

Margret's favorite bar, the Starlight Lounge, was in fact simply across the street from the theater, and as she walked in with Ditzy in hand, she was recognized almost immediately. With a round of cheers from the bar-goers, half of which had just come from the show as well, Margret and Ditzy found themselves to be the star of the show once again, only this time with free drinks.

It seemed everyone wanted to meet Ditzy, a number of which who seemed like they wanted to get to know her in more was than one, so Margret had the time of her life puppeting Ditzy to flirt with almost every cute guy and girl that approached them. She even let a number of the patrons try their hand at puppeting Ditzy themselves, Margret laughing her ass off as they clumsily jerked her around in a number of inappropriate ways, one or two guys not so subtly copping a feel of the puppet when they thought her owner wasn't looking.

Seeing all of this, it was like Julie was never anything but a dummy, as if she wasn't a flesh and blood girl just hours before. In the hands of anyone but her, she was just a pretty piece of wood, the magician watching with a grin as a drunk girl sloppily made Julie's mouth flap open as she spoke for her. Only Margret knew the truth, and seeing her former assistant played with as a toy left her flushed with a new kind of excitement.

This, combined with a few more drinks, eventually had Margret ready to get home. Collecting her puppet and bringing her to life for a moment to say goodbye to their new drunken friends, Margret dipped out into the night with Ditzy in hand, quite drunk herself.

Stumbling her way home, giggling the whole way as she recounted the night, Marget eventually reached her apartment building and made her way upstairs, Ditzy's wooden joints clattering with each step as she was carried. After a few attempts to get her door unlocked, she poured into the apartment, happy to be home with her new toy.

Without a second thought, she walked into the bedroom and plopped Ditzy down on her bed, the smiling dummy sitting upright for a moment before gravity caught up with her, falling onto the comforter in a heap. Quick to get changed once more and ready herself for sleep, Margret returned to her bedroom in a lacy nightgown, all but see-through.

As she did, her eyes locked on the silly toy on the bed. Biting her lip, the magician almost couldn't believe she had this beautiful thing all to herself, and one thought pushed its way to the forefront of her mind: She could do anything she wanted with her, she belonged to Margret. Quick to join her, it was only now dawning on her just how drunk she was, but she didn't care. Inching onto the bed, she playfully scooped up her doll, sitting her up to straddle her owner's lap.

For a moment, she playfully swayed the puppet back and forth, Julie's wooden head lolling from side to side as she looked to Margret with her usual open mouth smile. The magician had to admit, she quite liked having Julie completely inanimate like this, wondering if there was a single thought behind those vacant eyes.

"You know, Julie. I think you make a much better puppet than you did an assistant, don't you agree?"

Pulling her a bit closer to slip one hand up her back, the vacant expression of the puppet sparked to life to meet her owner's command. Julie responded, though despite being a wooden toy and not having had a single drink all night, her voice spoke with the inflection of a drunk college girl.

"Yess!!! I'm like such a good puppet, but that's only because you're, like, the best. Owner. EVER! Like omg!"

Margret, being as inebriated as she was, couldn't help but giggle at the puppet's over the top caricature of the girl she once was, but before she could respond, she was surprised as she felt a wooden finger lift her chin to look at her.

"But who's Julie?" the puppet started, speaking slowly in a flirty tone. "My name is Ditzy, Ditzy the Dummy, remember? I'm your silly little toy, and you can make me do whatever. You... want..."

At that Margret wasn't sure if she was forcing Ditzy to say this, if the puppet was speaking for herself, or if it was a mix of both. The lines were blurred, but one thing was for sure: her puppet was leaning in for a kiss.

As their lips touched, something in Margret ignited, a passion that had been barely quelled since she had first turned Julie into her puppet, no, since she had first met Julie. In turn, through their connection, Ditzy felt the same passion, wanting nothing more than to please her owner. So, as she kissed the doll deeply, Margret decided her to would have one more performance for the night.

Stripping the doll and exploring every inch of her body, Margret went between toying with her inanimate form to bringing Ditzy back to life. As she did, Margret couldn't resist any longer.

Bringing Ditzy in front of a tall standing mirror in her bedroom, Margret pulled up a large, velvet chair and sat the puppet on her lap, both looking at their naked reflection in the glass. Sliding her hand into the dummy's back one last time, Ditzy came to life, looking sillier than ever. As Marget moved her free hand to feel up her toy before slipping it down to her own crotch, she knew what she had wanted for some time. So, she made Ditzy speak up in the most over the top, performative bimbo tone yet.

"Hiya! I'm Ditzy! I'm just a little dumb dumb with big tits!" she started, her every movement an exaggerated flop as if she really was on puppet strings being tugged along.

"Thinking is soooo hard! So is doing things!! But now I finally have an amazing owner who can tell me what to say, and think, and do! I can focus on the important stuff, like looking pretty!! Do you think I'm pretty owner?"

Through a moan as the tension rose, Margret let out a low "Mhm~" in affirmation, causing Ditzy to flop around like a muppet in celebration.

"Yaaay! And now as a puppet I'll be pretty forever! Am I a good dummy, owner? Please tell me I'm a good dolly!!"

Again, Margret felt herself peaking as her toy begged for approval from her. She couldn't help it for much longer; in one final display of ownership over Ditzy, Margret willed her puppet to put on the most embarrassing performance she could think of, not letting her stop until her owner had finished. Ditzy spoke like a kids-show hand puppet, her mouth flapping and movements becoming sloppier as Margret got closer and closer.

"Ditzy is a good dolly! Ditzy loves when she humiliates herself, because it makes Owner happy! Ditzy is a stupid little slut puppet who will do anything to make owner happy because Owner made Ditzy a star!! Ditzy will do anything, Ditzy wants to be played with, Ditzy wants to make her owner feel as good as she makes her toy. Just pretty please, keep me forev-"

Finally reeling in pleasure, Margret feel back, Ditzy all at once falling inanimate mid-sentence with the biggest smile on her face. She pressed the puppet to her chest, guiding Ditzy's crotch to hers as she held her tighter and tighter as she orgasmed all over again, kissing the puppet deeply.

It took minutes for Margret to catch her breath, amazed at just how much pleasure she got from having her fool perform for her. Exhausted, she forced herself to get up, taking the inanimate Ditzy and tossing her against the backboard of the bed before joining her, cuddling right up to her toy as if she was a teddy bear.

Drunk, content, and half asleep, Margret gave Ditzy one last kiss before speaking up.

"... Good Dolly..."

At that she rolled over, not even realizing as Ditzy fell off the bed in a heap as her owner pulled the covers towards her.

There on the floor, smiling and inanimate, Ditzy stared off into nothing with her vacant gaze as her owner slept peacefully in the bed above her. There were no thoughts in the toy's head, except for maybe one, the semblance of the girl she was before in bliss of two simple truths:

She was going to be a star, but more than that? She was a good toy.

Epilogue

"Wow, now this is amazing. I can't believe you have such a nice apartment!"

As Allen walked into his date's uptown loft, his high expectations were surpassed. He knew he'd be getting a taste of luxury when he started dating a star of the stage, but this was regal. With cathedral ceilings and black-framed windows climbing the 20' walls, a mix of vintage hardwood and brick interior, and the tastefully decorated furnishings, the apartment felt like a mini mansion.

In the years since "Ditzy the Dummy" was introduced as the new Star of the Marquette alongside her owner, the theater was brought back to its heyday. Seats were sold out for every show, people lining up to see the 'magic meets raunchy comedy' performance they had perfected.

And seeing that Ditzy had no need or her cut, Margret the Magnificent happily accepted the full revenue from the shows, putting a good amount into the revitalization of the theater, but also treating herself with some of the niceties that their new-found stardom allowed. One such nicety was her sizable apartment, which she now walked into with her date.

"Oh this cozy thing? This is just home, nothing special!" She remarked playfully as she led him in.

Still, Allen was a bit starstruck, looking around the lavish apartment for a moment before his eyes landed on a display along the back wall. There were a number of framed newspaper articles, pictures of Margret with other celebrities, but that didn't interest Allen. No, instead he made his was to the centerpiece, one large display case in the middle.

"No way, is this really her? You keep her at home?"

There, behind the glass on a wire-frame stand, was a smiling puppet. Ditzy was proudly on display, right where she usually stood when she wasn't on stage (or when she wasn't lazily tossed onto the couch or Margret's bed after a show), now dressed in a tight red dress that further showed off her curves.

The wooden girl's make-up had been updated to emphasize her puppet features, with sizable freckles on her cheeks, blush, and bright red lipstick that brought attention to the lines dropping from the corner of her mouth down to her jaw. Still, despite the exaggerated look of a puppet, she was remarkably lifelike up close, almost as if she was real.

"Of course I do, she's my little starlet. Pretty thing like that should be on display, not just shoved in some stage trunk." Margret responded as she brushed up against her date flirtatiously. "Want to take her out of her box?"

Eyes going wide, Allen jumped at the chance.

"Can we?!" He responded, Margret giggling at his excitement as she sauntered off to fix them some drinks.

"Of course we can, silly. She's my puppet, we can do whatever we want with her."

Hearing that excited him in ways he didn't expect, finding himself alone in the room now as he reached for the door of the display case. Swinging it open, he gingerly reached out to touch Ditzy. Admittedly, he had a bit of a crush on the dummy ever since he had first seen her and Margret's performance, so this was a bit surreal. Slowly, he reached out and lifted the puppet off her stand and into his arms, looking over her with awe.

He toyed with her playfully for a few moments, moving her jaw up and down, amazed as how well-made the puppet was. More than that, he felt a rush of blood to his pants as he lifted her up and locked eyes with her. He was half tempted to sneak a kiss, but he stopped as he heard a voice chime in from behind him.

"Want to see how I bring her to life?"

There, Margret stood with two mixed drinks in hand, sauntering up to him and Ditzy before motioning him to follow her to the bedroom. Placing the drinks down, she watched as Allen followed her with Ditzy in hand before taking the puppet from him and playfully pushing him to sit down on the bed.

"Now watch closely, it is magic after all," she remarked before slipping a hand into Ditzy just as she had hundreds of times before. Instantly, the toy shot to life with a bright smile on her face, looking right to Allen. The toy spoke up in her usual airy tone.

"Ooooh~ Mistress, you didn't tell me you were having company over! Cute company too~ What's your name, handsome?"

Looking between the puppet and his date, he spoke to Margret with yet more awe.

"That's crazy! How do you make her seem so life-like?"

Margret just chuckled.

"Don't ask me... ask Ditzy."

Just then, the puppet began to inch closer to Allen, her petite 4' tall height barely eye level with him as he sat down. Before he knew what was happening, he felt a wooden hand guide his chin to look at her, Allen's heart skipping a beat as he locked eyes with the toy.

"I asked you a question, big boy."

Each time his attention drifted back to Margret, it was pulled back to the puppet in front of him. So, he decided to play along, if only because he desperately wanted to see where this went next.

"I'm Allen... nice to meet you, Ditzy."

The puppet giggled in a bubbly, flirty tone before speaking up.

"Why so nervous cutie? Weren't you the one ready to feel me up and sneak a kiss a few minutes ago?" She responded as she guided his hands onto her frame, inviting him to carass her wooden joints before resting his hands on her hips, getting him to pull her closer.

Blushing, Allen tried to look to Margret to ask how she knew that, but suddenly he got chills as Ditzy coyly brushed up to his neck with a whisper.

"So what was that Mistress said before? I don't know, I'm just a dummy, but silly little me thought she said you could play with me however you like... soooooo..." she cooed, giving him a slow, deep kiss on the lips.

"How do you want to play with me?"

Before he knew it, Allen's shirt was off with his pants around his ankles, Ditzy passionately blowing him as Margret puppeted her every movement. Despite being a wooden girl, her mouth was so smooth, her movements so gentle, that it was the best head he had ever gotten. More than that, Margret seemed to love the show, encouraging her date to be rough with the toy.

"If you break me, Mistress can just flick her wand and I'll be back in one piece. Now come on, make me your toy."

Not turning down an offer like that, he took Ditzy by the neck and guided her to hold his shaft between her tits, stroking him up and down as she shot him a flirty wink and playfully caressed him. As if by magic, as he rubbed along her chest it felt soft and warm to the touch, as if at that moment she was a real girl. The whole while, Ditzy made sure to tell him how much she loved 'performing' for him as often as she could. After all, she quite literally lived for this.

As Ditzy felt herself be played with by her owners, she had a brief moment of reflection. She remembered the past few years she had spent as the plaything she was now, and somewhere deep inside of her, she remembered the girl that came before the puppet, Julie.

Sure she often went days at a time on her display stand, not a thought in her wooden head until her owner took her out for a show or just to play with her, and sure she had even internally thinking of herself as Ditzy, but that hardly mattered to the puppet. Julie was just some washed up assistant, but Ditzy was a star; she loved playing the fool because it made her audience laugh, she loved the feeling of Margret controlling her because it meant she'd always perform to perfection, and she even loved the feeling of being humiliated because deep down, it filled her with the same pleasure as it filled her owner.

And right now? Their pleasure was very much so shared.

At that moment, Ditzy felt as Margret truly synced with her dummy, the line between what Ditzy chose to do and what Margret puppeted her to do blurring as it often did until both felt truly alive. Without a word passed between them, Ditzy looked up at her owner for a second and gave her a flirty wink. Just as she did, she turned back to Allen and deep throated him as far her petite frame could manage.

Taking the puppet by the hair, Allen cast aside any worry that he might break the wooden girl. Right now he was getting blown by a star, a toy, an absolute bombshell, and as Ditzy made eye contact with him one last time, she felt Allen unload in her mouth. It was bliss, feeling as he filled her before pulling out at the last second and covering her face with warmth. Feeling this was like the joy she got when she heard her audience applaud her, albeit with the added benefit of Ditzy orgasming so hard she couldn't stop moaning.

She hung onto this bliss right up until Margret removed her hand from her back, the puppet's smiling expression going from bright-eyed and seductive to vacant and inanimate as Allen's load dripped from her face.

For a moment, Margret turned the toy in her hands to face her. Watching Ditzy unwavering expression look back at her as her mouth hung open, cum covering her eyes and mouth, the magician bit her lip. Nothing turned her on more than seeing Ditzy used as some slutty sex toy, even if it meant she'd have to clean her up later. That could wait for morning though, as Allen recovered on the bed, Margret was ready to be played with herself.

"You owe me one, Ditzy"

With a wink, Ditzy was tossed to one side of the bed as Margret climbed on top of Allen, very much so read for her turn. As the two made love, Ditzy watched unblinking as she grew more and more aroused yet again. She was kind of hoping her owner would grab her for round two, but unceremoniously she felt as Allen accidentally kicked her off the bed while repositioning. Tumbling to the floor, laid out in a pile at the foot of her owner's bed as the frame rocked with passion, Ditzy couldn't complain. She had put on a great performance and now her mind eased into the bliss of a toy that just made her owner happy. As she faded into being just another inanimate prop, one last thing crossed her mind.

Looking as silly as can be with an open mouth smile, sprawled out in a pile on the floor, and her face covered with Margret's hookup's load, she thought to herself:

"Now this is what it feels like to be a star."