Julie and Mary After the Show

by Vaughan

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For those who have not read the first nine episodes of my
story (where have you been?):

My name is Julie. I am a 5'7" blond, with a good
figure, aged 22. I have just become an assistant the magician
James. James has another assistant, Mary, a 5'7" black girl,
who is a bit older than me. Mary and me have been victim to
several of James' illusions and enjoyed them, after the initial
shock of some of the predicaments.

My new job seemed to be going well. I have been in the job
for two weeks and we have just finished our first show with me
and Mary together.

Mary and me are both angry at James, because we are
walking with each others legs (from the waist down), he crushed
my new car and he seems unconcerned and told us to meet him in
the bar round the corner.

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We had little choice, if we wanted to have our own legs back,
but to go to the dressing room and change into what ever James
had laid out for us and go to the bar to meet him. What he had
laid out was a pair of dresses in gray with silvery flecks, which
were sleeve-less body suits with a short skirt from the hip to
mid thigh. The unusual thing about these dresses was that the side
panels were missing and the front and back were held together by
soft leather thong laced through eyes. Also the neckline went
right up to our necks, instead of the more usual low cut
neckline. I was getting suspicious that James had more magic
planned and Mary and I were being lined up as victim again. We
dropped our bikinis on the floor and climbed into the dresses
provided. We were glad of each others help, because the costumes
zipped up the back. Once we were in the dresses the next unusual
feature became apparent, the edge where my skin became Mary's
skin was clearly visible through the side lacings and a diamond
cutout that exposed our navels. It would be obvious to anyone
seeing us that I was a white woman with a black women's legs and
Mary was black with white legs. James also provided a pair of gray
jackets and graywraparound skirts. The over-skirts reached
to our ankles and concealed the fact we had the wrong legs on,
but the jackets had no buttons and draped open so did not cover
the diamond of exposed bi-color flesh around our navels. The
last item provided were two pairs of high heeled shoes with 3
inch heels, these were also gray. After a short practice in the
shoes, because I am not used to such high heels, I noticed that
in these shoes, instead of the wraparound skirts concealing our
mismatched legs, forced us to move in such a way that each step
caused a flash of trim, but wrongly colored calf. This was
definitely planned by James to draw maximum attention to us.

Not finding any more suitable clothing and not having any
better idea of what to do, we left for the bar.

As we stepped out of the stage door, we heard someone say,
"Hi! Can we have your autographs?" We turned and saw
Scott and Peter, the two guys from the audience who had done the
sawing to get us into our leg swapped predicament.

I was about to snap a terse "No!" at them, but I realized that it
was not their fault. I said, "Sure, got a pen and paper?"

They both looked a little startled. A quick exchange of
glances between them told us that they had not really expected us
to agree.

To cover their embarrassment Scott asked, "Are you two
alright, I mean after all that's happened to you two
tonight?"

Mary replied, "If you call wandering about with someone
else's legs fine? We're right as rain."

"And that was my car James crushed, so we can't even go
home to sulk," I added.

They both looked concerned. Peter asked, "If you can't go
home, where are you going?"

"We are going to meet James in the bar round the corner.
Hey, why don't you came too? We might be able to give you
autographs on a napkin or something," I suggested.
"Anyway, I reckon James is planning to do some more stuff to
us and it might be nice to have someone on our side about."

Peter and Scott nodded agreement and offered us there arms to
escort us to the bar. I think I saw a twinkle in both their eyes
at the prospect of seeing some more of James' magic. I took
Scott's arm and Mary took Peter's. The Bar turned out to be about
twenty yards down the street.

We entered the bar. Not seeing James, I went over to the
counter and before I could ask the barman said, "James
reserved the end bar stools for ya. He said he'd be along and to
get ya a drink. I was also told to make sure ya hung up ya
jackets on the rack over there." The barman indicated a row
of pegs on the wall.

We shrugged off our jackets and Peter, like a gentleman, took
them and hung them up. There were five empty stools at the end of
the bar. We sat on them in order from the end of the bar, Scott,
then me, then Mary and finally Peter. The barman came and took
our orders for drinks; Scott and Peter both ordered a beer, Mary
had a gin and tonic and I asked for a lemonade. I was a bit
surprised that the barman accepted the orders from the guys, but
he did. Our drinks took about a minute to prepare and just as
they arrived so did James.

Scott and Peter looked as though they might attack James for
the injustice done us. So I decided I would start with a more
conciliatory approach. I asked, "When do we get our legs
back?" but my tone contained a hint of threat.

"I thought you liked each others bodies," he replied
with what was obvious mock misunderstanding.

"We do," I protested, "but for short times, we
don't want to go home in them." The thought, 'Perhaps
that would be fun,' raced across my mind and was flattened as
it attempted to derail my indignation at my current
circumstances.

"So, you Julie don't want Mary's legs and you Mary don't
Julie's legs?" James enquired.

"Too right, buster," we said in unison.

"Ok, I can sort that out. Jump down off those stools and
get back on with your skirts round the stool."

We stepped down from the stools. These were the normal type of
bar stool you find in a lot of bars, a two-inch chromed steel
tube with a round pad mounted on the top to form the seat. In
this case the pads were covered in a hard worn-looking velour.
After some effort we managed to perch back on the stools with
only the crotch of the body suits between us and the tops of the
stools. He then told us to raise our feet above the hem of the
wraparound skirt. We did that. He then stood between us and took
hold of the stool tops. He started to rotate me and Mary so we
faced the guys and continued until we were facing back to where
we started. On the way round I felt a tingling in my legs. I knew
some magic had happened, it felt like my legs, well the legs
attached to me, had vanished. I then noticed that both our skirts
were hanging straight down instead being pushed forward by our
legs. It was at that point I knew instead of getting better the
evening was going to get worse. Rather resigned to the fact that
we had been suckered, I was hardly surprised when James whipped
away our overskirts to reveal our legless bodies perched on the
stools, with the hem of the dress skirt just reaching the bottom
of the seat pad.

"Ok, very clever," I sniped. "I now don't have
Mary's legs because I haven't any legs. Well, you've got captive
victims, what are you going to do next? Because I don't think
we'll get our legs back until we let you get what ever it is out
of your system. Let's get it over with because it's been a long
day and I, for one, would like to get home to bed, and in my own
body if at all possible. And I want my car back!"

My strident tones had drawn an audience of the occupants of
the bar and it gradually penetrated that we were about to be
victims in a free magic show. Me and my big mouth.

"Would you care to introduce us, Scott?" James
asked.

Scott looked at me as if he was uncertain if he wanted to be
involved in whatever was going to happen. I smiled what I hoped
was an encouraging smile.

Scott took a deep breath and began his introduction. He told
of how he and Peter had helped James saw Mary and me in half and
exchange our lower portions. Then he showed that we indeed had
mixed up portions by turning our stools to show the joins in our
sides and bellies. He added a sort of disclaimer that while he
was helping James, he and Peter were not in the least responsible
for anything that was about to happen. Finally he introduced
James and sat down.

James stood up and did his usual introduction about being a
magician and that no-one was to worry that anyone was being hurt
or damaged permanently, because what was going to happen was
magic and illusion. When James mention no permanent damage I
said, "HA!" He shot me a give-me-break type glance and
then continued.

"As you can see Mary and Julie aren't fully themselves, I
shall be seeing what I can do for them," then he added in an
undertone, "or to them."

He handed to Scott and Peter a piece of white cloth each and
instruct them wrapped them round our shoulders and hold them
there. Scott stood behind me and holding one end of the narrow
cloth on my left shoulder, draped it across the back of my
shoulders and then across the front and held the ends at the tops
of my arms. Peter followed Scott's procedure, we both looked like
diners in a restaurant that supplies napkins. James told the guys
to take a firm grip and then slowly raise the cloths. Scott was
the first to start raising his cloth, soon the top edge of the
cloth was tight under my chin. I heard a joint mutter of
disbelief from the assembled bar crowd and felt the tickle in my
neck that seemed to indicate division of my body parts. Then I
realized my point of view was changing; my head was rising but my
body was not. My head was being used like one of the floating
silver balls, which magicians refer to as zombie. Scott turned my
head so I could see what was happening to Mary. She had turned
her head to see what was happening to me and her chin went
between the two layers of cloth and when the top of her head had
passed below the top of the cloth, it failed to re-emerge from
the bottom, so both her body and mine were now headless. My head
was balance on the edge of a cloth held by Scott, but where was
Mary's?

This seemed to worry Peter, so he slipped a finger between the
two layers of fabric. After a moments pause, his face broke into
a smile. With a flourish he opened the cloth and showed the crowd
that Mary's face embroidered on the inside. The embroidered face
had that oh-no-here-we-go-again frown.

Scott stepped forward to better display my disembodied head to
the audience. James suggested he put my head on the other body.
After a moments hesitation he took my head to the headless body
on the other stool, Peter parted the layers of cloth so that the
spread round Mary's shoulders and I felt the support of the cloth
lessen and the tickle of my divided throat disappear. I raised
Mary's hands to my throat to check that my head was properly
attached, even if it was now to the wrong neck.

James then asked Scott to fetch one of the jackets that Peter
had hung up and help the headless and legless torso to put it on.
I asked if I would get to put a jacket on only to be told to wait
and see.

After Scott with some help from Peter had got the jacket onto
my upper torso, which still rested on Mary's hips, James took
hold of the jacket by the collar and lifted. My chest and belly
and Mary's hips remained perched on the bar stool with its
solitary chrome leg. The body of the jacket was as empty as it
would be when unworn, but the sleeves contained my disembodied
arms. James brought the Jacket and my arms over to me and wrapped
the body of the jacket round my current upper body. It is very
difficult to describe the buzzing and tingling feeling that ebbed
and flowed through my shoulders. It was like the sexy feeling of
restoration combined with the tickle of being cut and the tingle
of vanishing, except there were at least six other feelings at
the same time that I could not identify. By the time these
feelings had subsided, James had got Peter on my right and Scott
on my left and was telling them to gently pull the jacket off
down my arms. As the guys slid the jacket down I could feel the
slippery lining brushing against my arm, but twice. The reason
for this soon became evident; I now had two pairs of arms, Mary's
and my own. At first they jerked about hardly under my control,
but rapidly I gained individual control of both sets of limbs. I
could feel the strange contortions going on in my shoulders, but
they were beginning to seem less unnatural as I got used to them.
I don't know how it was managed but the lower right arm and the
upper left arm were mine and the other two were Mary's. I noticed
that James stood well out of arms reach and I could quite see
why.

The next thing he asked Scott and Peter to do was to move the
other torso both headless and limbless to the next bar stool. He
told the on-lookers that this was to prove that the stools were
not rigged, but I knew it was so he could perform his next
machination more than an arm's length from my potential vengeance.
He picked up the two discarded long skirts and tied their corners
together and smoothly draped the make-shift curtains over the
body. This completely covered the body and the top of the stool.
He continued making adjustments and with each adjustment it
seemed there was less to cover, until the improvised curtain feel
down round the leg of the stool, leaving a neatly folded gray
dress on the bar stool.

James then produced four sets of hand-cuffs and a wide bladed
sword. He handed the two pairs each his hapless assistants and
told them to put them on me. Knowing I had little choice, I
presented my wrists, all four of them, which were swiftly
manacled by the apologetic guys. James now felt safe enough to
approach me, but not very close. He lifted the sword so that it
was horizontal and the breadth was parallel to the floor. He
rested the tip against the side of my neck and I felt it prick.
With a swift move, he push it through my neck for half its
length. The sensation as the blade went through was the worst I
had experienced at the hands of James the Magician; it was like
trying to swallow large stone, but soon my neck grew numb. James
handed over the hilt to Scott to hold and told Peter to support
the point. He picked up the wrap-around skirts and wrapped them
round my four-armed body and then without making any other moves
whipped his ad-hoc covering away from the empty space below my
head. He had succeeding in vanishing my body, leaving my head
resting on a broad sword held in midair by his temporary
assistants. Below on the stool was the bodysuit neatly folded.

I was dumbfounded and the audience was shocked, but they
seemed to know that things would not improve if they did not
respond somehow. An erratic wave of unenthusiastic claps rippled
the voyeurs to the performance. James seemed pleased and began
fussing with his next trick.

James, with deliberate care, placed a pair of handcuffs on a
surrounded space of floor on this he placed one of the skirts. On
this he carefully position one of the dresses and another pair of
handcuffs. This he covered with a large sheet, which had a large
slit in the center. On the sheet he placed the cloth with Mary's
embroidered face and finally covered that with the second skirt.
As a last act he sprinkle some sparkly dust on the low heap.

As we all concentrated on the pile there was movement.
Something seemed to be causing the skirt on top to rise in
the center. When the center had risen about a foot, we noticed
that the large sheet was also beginning to move. James leaned down
and twitched away the skirt and then the white cloth underneath.
There was Mary's head gradually rising from the floor, with her
neck through the slit in the sheet. Slowly, Mary's head rose,
until it seemed to float at about her normal height. At a signal
that I missed the slit in the sheet seemed to expand and no
longer held in place round Mary's neck and slipped back to the
floor down Mary's complete body. She was wearing the dress and
skirt and the shoes had also appeared. She tried to step away
from the cloth, but fell, because her ankles and wrists were held
together by hand-cuffs. James caught her and whispered in her
ear. She nodded and, in short order, he had unlocked and removed
the cuffs. When the cuffs were off, Mary carefully checked
herself out to make sure that all her anatomy was her own. She
was soon satisfied that she contained no borrowed parts and went
to kiss Scott then Peter. The guys were so surprised that they
nearly tipped my head off the sword blade.

"Now it's my turn," I said.

"Yes!" said James, "but because you are, at
least in part, here already we'll do it a bit differently."

"I don't care how you do it, just so long as I get my
body back."

James smiled an enigmatic smile and I got worried. What had I
let myself in for?

A single pair of handcuffs were placed on the floor, then the
slitted sheet. James came behind me and lifted my head from the
blade and told the guys they could put it down now. He carried my
living head to the sheet and almost tenderly arranged the edge of
the slit so that the bottom of my cut off neck was hidden by the
cloth. James stood back and made the mysterious passes with his
hands. The tingle of having all my body vanished took a sudden
step up in intensity. I opened my mouth in surprise and then the
tingle slowly receded and began to ebb from my body. I could
first feel the sheet caressing my shoulder and the tops of my
arms. When I felt the fabric teasing my nipples I realized what
was different about my restoration from Mary's. I was going to be
restored naked and handcuffed. James was being a slimy weasel, I
resolved that if ever I got my car back I would run him over with
it. By now my head was waist height and I could feel my hips. I
tried to get out of there under the sheet, but I found that all
fidgeting achieved was to increase the rate of restoration. Soon
the tingle disappeared from the soles of my feet. I knew I was
complete but naked under the sheet. Before the sheet had time to
slide down my body I took off for the ladies room, but James
caught the swirling edge of the sheet and there was a ripping
sound as my neck forced its way from the end of the slit to the
edge of the sheet. I did not stop to afford anyone a detailed
view of my body, but it was obvious to all present I was
complete, handcuffed and nude. Three steps later, I was entering
the rather dingy ladies room. I heard before the door slammed
shut behind me the satisfying sound of Mary's hand delivering a
stinging slap to James' face.

After several minutes, Mary came in.

"Is James still out there?" I asked her.

She replied, "No, he went back to do the loading up of
his stuff into the van. He said that when you were ready to come
to the theatre and he would restore your car. Here, I brought you
some clothes." She handed me a skirt and a jacket, which I
gratefully put on, once she had undone the handcuffs. These items
of clothing covered my modesty, but I still felt vulnerable
without any underwear and the jacket kept gaping open.

"What happened to that body-suit thing I was
wearing?" I enquired.

Mary shrugged, "I couldn't find it."

"Oh well. Let's get out of here before the cockroaches
get too excited."

We re-entered the bar to a scattered round of whistles and
applause. Mary guided me back to the site of our humiliation,
where Scott and Peter were still waiting. At that moment my
jacket opened and I hurriedly closed it again.

"You alright, Julie?" Scott asked, concern written
across his face.

"I'll survive, but I can't get this jacket to stay
shut," I complained.

"Here, use this." He said taking the belt from his
waist and handing it to me.

"Won't you end up embarrassed?" I enquired.

"No, It's just for show," he said smiling.

"I think it's time we gave these guys the autographs we
promised them," I said to Mary and we called over the
barman. He gave us some paper and pen, but he also told us to
tell James that if he ever showed his face in this bar he would
be made unwelcome.

I wrote my name and phone number on my piece of paper and
passed the pen to Mary who did the same. I handed my autograph to
Scott, saying, "If you ever need your belt back give me a
call." Mary kissed Peter and tucked her missive into his
trouser pocket.

"I suppose that it's time to go and see if James has
fixed my car. Come along, Mary." We stood to leave and the
guys followed us. "It looks like we've got a couple of
strays," I commented. "Haven't you two got homes to go
to?"

Scott looked at his watch and said, "Well, I've missed my
last bus, so I might as well escort you to the theatre, before
trying to find a taxi."

"You too?" Mary directed the question at Peter.

Peter smiled sheepishly and nodded.

"So where do you two live?" I asked. They both named
towns on the way home. "Well, if you come along we should be
able to give you a lift home." they smiled gratefully,
"or if James mucks us about any more we can share a cab
home."

We arrived in the alley by the stage door. James was in the
van ready to go. The headlights of the van shone on a large cloth
and the cubic remains of my car.

"Julie, sit on your car and the rest of you cover her and
watch," he called. With that he reversed the van out of the
other end of the alley.

Not having any better ideas, I sat on my crushed car and was
covered by the cloth. Immediately I felt myself vanish into
something. At first, I assumed that I had become part of the
cloth, but I soon realized I had become part of the car and it
was up to me to uncrumple my car. I started by defining my shape
and soon I felt the cloth slip off my roof. As I concentrated I
could feel the windscreen becoming unshattered and my side panels
uncreasing. After three minutes I knew I was a complete and
brand-new car. I even knew exactly how many miles I had on the
clock. I opened my doors and invited Mary, Scott and Peter to get
in, by being a voice coming from the radio. Scott offered to
drive, but I said I would drive and told him to take the
passenger seat and belt in. Mary and Peter climbed into the back.
I shut my doors and set off. Mary and Peter barely noticed,
because they seemed to be engrossed in conversation, but
initially Scott seemed terrified and I felt him gripping the
passenger seat so I told him to relax, because I was in control.

The journey to the town where Peter lived was fairly short and
uneventful. We dropped him at the end of his road. I had now
completely mastered my metallic body. I was soon traveling down
the dual-carriageway towards Scott's hometown. I found it
exhilarating the road under my tires and the wind across my body
panels and through my radiator grille. I was having fun, until
Scott told me that I was breaking the speed limit, so I slowed
down a bit. We passed a police patrol, who, luckily, did not
notice that lack of a driver in my car/me. I spotted an empty car
park, So I told Scott and Mary to get out and the had some fun
racing around, braking suddenly and doing handbrake turns. I soon
felt tired and picked Mary and Scott up, who had been into a
nearby cafeteria and had a shake.

We dropped Scott off near his home, and then drove to Mary's
home.

"So, how do we get you back?" asked Mary as she got
out of me.

"Try the glove compartment. I can feel a note
there."

She reached in and extracted the note. "Cover in cloth
and remove, to find Julie." she read.

She pulled out the cloth and draped it over my metallic body
and as it was removed I could feel my normal body returning. I
opened my eyes and found it was dark and cramped. I hammered on
the surrounding metal, until Mary opened the trunk and let me
out.

"Are you alright?" she queried.

"I will be after a good nights sleep."

Mary winked at me and said, "See you at work
tomorrow." I looked at her blankly. "Let's pay James
back for the cruelty he's inflicted on us."

"Great idea, See you there tomorrow."

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To be continued ....