I sat in the audience of the magic show at the Gala Ballroom and I knew I was going to be invited to take part in some more magic. What troubled me was I did not know how I knew. I had not been phoned or texted an offer of participation and I don't think I had visited the room where Rod-erick prepared his volunteers; but he could have wiped that from my memory, maybe, except I had no feeling of missing time.

I had known I was going to be a volunteer before I left home, with no evidence at all, and had arrived dressed for the occasion. I was sitting on one of the chairs in the maid outfit I had been given at the end of the Halloween show; neither it nor me showed any signs that we had been sawn in half with a chainsaw on that occasion. I was feeling very naughty, because I was wearing as much underwear I had been wearing when I received it; which is none. I was also sitting with the back of the short skirt pulled up so my naked buttocks where on the seat.

I was not concentrating on the acts that occupied the stage before Rod-erick came onto the stage; so they seemed more improved than they probably were. Rod-erick began his act with an routine which seemed to revolve around a muscly male volunteer from the audience failing to pick a small wooden box from a small table, which the magician himself seemed to have no trouble lifting. He attributed this state of affairs to the fist sized rock that he removed from the box, after which the volunteer still could not lift the empty box. After some gentle mocking the guy was returned to the audience and the stage hand came to take the box and table away, but could not lift it either.

"Would you like a hand with that?" Rod-erick asked.

"Yes," the stage hand grunted making another attempt to lift the box from the table.

"Kate, would you come up and help Charlie take this off stage, please."

I stood and on the way to the stage I straightened my skirt, wondering how many had noticed the glimpse of my posterior that had been on view until it was straight.

On the stage I stepped up to the box on its table and put a hand on either side and readied myself to lift it. It turned out to weigh next to nothing and the audience laughed at the comic effect of me looking surprised when I almost tossed it into the air by applying too much force. I carried it into the wings followed by the stage hand who was carrying the table as if it weigh very little either. He put down the table in a corner and nodded that I should put the box down on top of it.

Another nod suggested I should go back on stage. As I went I glanced back and saw him failing to pick up the table to move it somewhere more out of the way; he shrugged and went on to his next task.

As I arrived back on stage, Rod-erick was telling the audience that this time he planned to perform the act that he had originally planned for Halloween; the 10,000 volt woman, especially as I had arrived in costume this time.

I heard a rumble behind me, so stepped aside to allow whatever it was to pass me. The timber-built chair from last time trundled by on its platform. There were a few differences from before; the straps were missing, but I could see the holes where they had been attached. Additionally, there was a metal-topped foot stool that trailed a power lead.

While the stage hand positioned the chair centrally on the stage, the magician had me remove my shoes and told me that I needed to keep my feet flat on the footrest if the trick was going to work properly. I mounted the platform and sat in the chair, which seemed a little more comfortable than I remembered; this may have been because of the thin foam-rubber mat on the seat; then again it might be because I was not being strapped in and could find a comfortable position.

With me installed, he called backstage to 'plug her in'. I felt the box on which my feet rested hum a little and my skin tingled, especially my scalp. The audience made a collective intake of breath; I wondered what had happened until Rod-erick showed me a mirror in which I could see that my dark hair was lifting to form a halo around my head.

The magician put away the mirror and pulled out a wand. It was not the traditional ivory tipped ebony magician's wand, but more like one out of Harry Potter, but it seemed to have a metal tip. I was suddenly very scared of the wand; I had the idea that my foot rest was a static generator and the wand would provide the path for sparks to leap off of me. This thought gained traction as he waved the wand near my head and my hair tried to pull towards the wand.

With a sudden crack my hair collapsed back to my head. I felt sure that I smelt the odour of singed hair too; this initially worried me, but then I remembered that he has fixed more serious damage to my body, so restoring a bit of burnt hair to it's former glossy state should be no trouble.

The next few minutes were spent going through some demonstrations of electrostatics. I was given fluorescent and neon tubes to handle which caused them to light up in between where I was holding them. He gave me a finger-ring with a spike to put on and drew a long and impressive spark from it, which he used to light a candle. He blew up a couple of balloons and tied them together with a piece of string. He handed me the string on the end of a wooden stick. When I took the string, then balloons went from dangling and began to rise until the string was nearly horizontal with the balloons sticking out from the ends.

Throughout this part of the demonstration Rod-erick would tap me with his wand causing a short-lived spark to jump between me and the wand-tip. The discharges stung, but they also excited me, I felt my nipples erect under the black satin of the dress; I knew that the audience could not see this, because the stage was darkened to give the demonstrations greater visibility, but I felt sure that the magician could. It quietly protested being sparked off of, as it did not seemed to benefit the performance, just his perverse pleasure at having me under his control. He whispered back that he was trying to keep my charge balanced. As he put it, with a smile that told me that he was enjoying it too, “With you having a greater surface area than most, you can carry more charge than I'm used to, so I need to discharge some to keep things safe.”

As the minor feats of electrostatics came to an end, Rod-erick addressed the audience. “Those of you have seen previous performances where I have had the pleasure of Kate as a volunteer will know on each of those occasions I have started off gentle then got a bit more destructive. Well, tonight is no exception.”

At this point a normal person would have got up and run, but it sat there wondering what form that destruction would take and whether it would be as intense and exciting as the previous times. If it had not been for the sparks that had stung me, I might have been disappointed that I was not at least half-naked by this point.

Such introspection was cut short by a sudden feeling of wetness on my chest. The magician was spraying my dress with something. As he continued to squeeze the trigger on the spray bottle in his hand soaking my dress, I began to smell petrol fumes. I blessed the lack of naked flames; the candle had been put out immediately after it had been lit. I could feel the silk of the dress sticking more closely to my curves and felt certain that the audience could see them more clearly. I wondered, with the brightening of the lights, if the stiffness of my nipples was visible to the front rows.

With my dress drenching in a volatile liquid, I was shocked, both literally and figuratively, when Rod-erick standing back as far as he possibly could tapped me on the nearest breast, before taking a couple of steps further back.

The cracking and the sting of the electrical discharge on my nipple excited me, but then I felt my breast warm. I looked down to find that there was fire on my dress and it was quickly spreading. While I craved some humiliation in front of this audience, I had not expected Rod-erick to burn my dress from my body; was this too much for me?

I put my arms onto the arms of the heavy chair, in preparation to do the sensible thing; which would have been to get up, drop to the floor and roll to extinguish the flames. I heard the magician say, although somehow I knew that the audience did not, “Stay still and you will not be harmed.”

I was powerless to do more than cast a questioning glance towards the magician. At this point I noticed that the warmth that I had been feeling in my chest had spread to the rest of my body that had been covered by the dress; the point that drew my attention at this point was that I was feeling warmth, it did not feel as if the heat being generated by my burning dress was burning my skin. Incidentally, with my mind trying to distract itself from horror that full-body burns would be, I noticed that heat I felt on my bare arms was hotter than the warmth I felt against the skin in contact with the burning fabric.

The dress burnt for at most thirty seconds of objective time, yet for me it seemed like several long minutes. In a final puff of smoke the fire was gone and so was the dress; not a trace. I sat naked in a chair on stage with my skin already pink from the recently experienced heat, growing pinker from the delightful humiliation of the situation and the unique method of getting to it. I was surrounded by a smell that combined burnt hair and petrol fumes.

While the dress had been burning from my body, Rod-erick had circled round behind me at a safe distance. A few seconds for the audience to see that either I had not been wearing underwear or it had been burnt away too, he darted in and sparked me on my other nipple with his wand.

After a moment of feeling that another electric shock while I was in such a vulnerable state was an injustice too far, I felt a new warmth in the breast that had been shocked. A looked down quickly confirmed that my flesh was now on fire and melting like the wax of a candle without the dribbles. I watched in horrified fascination as my flesh liquefied and vaporised. It soon became obvious that everything that had been covered by the dress was disappearing under a blue flame. Why was I not doing a drop and roll to put out the fire? Firstly it did not hurt, more than a hot all over tingle and secondly I had been told that it would be alright. The second reason had the more power, even though it makes less sense in the cold light of day.

As I and the audience watched my flesh disappeared leaving my skeleton where the dress had been. I could not decide if I looked comical or scary with my fleshy arms, legs and head connected to a skeleton.

Rod-erick invited me to stand and step off the metal-topped footstool onto the stage floor. Once I was standing on the floor, the chair was whisked away by the stage hand, who had handed some stuff to the magician. He approached my brandishing an aerosol can. I stepped back.

“Come on, Kate! Stand still so that I can make a few finishing touches.” He showed me the can which said it was pressurised air. “This will blow away any soot particles from those pristine bones”

I hesitated thinking that those soot particles had been a part of me, did I really want to lose them. I submitted to his request and allowed him to blow the smuts from my bones; it tickled although I cannot explain how. I also felt the hair that hung below where my neck became bone flutter a little as he directed the air around my collar bones.

He re-capped the can and tossed into the wings, where I saw the stagehand catch it. The magician brought out the other things that he had been handed. They were bows with ribbons attached, he fixed one each on all the places where flesh transitioned to bone; mid-thigh, mid-upper arm and the base of my neck.

This done, drew me to the front of the stage and lead me in a bow to the audience. “Kate has been very brave, so while I encourage you to check out the results of the magic, please be polite to her.” As he guided me towards the steps down from the stage he added, “I'll see you in the usual place after the show; until then enjoy yourself!”

As I returned to my seat, disappointed, but pleased, not to be in a more humiliating situation. Yes, I was naked, but I had nothing on show. I had just got back to my seat when the interval was announced. This put me in a state of panicked indecision, did I make my way to the bar, or did I stay in the auditorium and hope that the magician took pity on me by organising a drink?

I was interrupted by a gentleman trying to get to the bar, who instead of pushing passed me, said, “Excuse me, do you mind if I come through?”

I got up and stepped into the aisle to let him through. I wondered if Rod-erick's hypnotic power gave a request to treat me nicely the power of a command. I decided to risk it.

My first few encounters on the way to the bar were little more than 'excuse me's when people crossed my path. Then someone asked me how it was done, when I told them that I did not know, they apologised for asking and moved on.

When I got to the bar, the barmaid had a drink ready, saying the Rod-erick had paid for it and telling me that she thought I was braver than she would ever be.

I moved into an emptier area of the bar and was soon approached by a young man. “I'm sorry for staring, but that is very convincing.” He waved vaguely at my skeletal torso.

I got my phone out of my handbag and asked if he would mind taking a picture so that I could see the full effect. He gladly agreed and take a few pictures from various angles and returning my phone, before asking if I would mind if he took a few of his own. I allowed him.

My next encounter was with an older man who asked if I minded if he touched my bones. I told him that I didn't see why not. I got the impression that he was expecting to discover some kind of barrier before he reached me, possibly a see-through holographic bodysuit or something like that, and was amazed when he touched the top of my pelvis and then waved his hand through the gap between ribs and my hips where my belly should have been. This was the first time I felt anything unusual; I felt a tingle where my belly had been. The old man seemed satisfied and wandered off with a 'thank you'.

It then occurred to me that I could try touching my bones. I touched my ribs and a tingling where my breasts would have been, if they were still there. A little experimentation later, I discovered that touching any area that would have been within my vanished body produced a gentle and pleasant tingle; this tingle was more intense where my breasts had been and an area in the front of my pelvis. I resolved to try this out in the more private setting of a darkened auditorium rather than the full light of the public bar; public masturbation, even if people could not see exactly what I was doing, seemed a step too far.

The rest of the interval was punctuated by people apologising for staring or asking if they could take pictures or touch my bones. Then the second act was announced. I dawdled back to my seat to allow everyone on the same row to be in place before I arrived. I noticed when I sat that I could distantly feel the worn velvet texture of the seat on my non-existent bare buttocks.

As the second act began, I explored the sensations I could produce by touching my bones and where  my flesh had been. I quickly discovered that caressing my erogenous zones resulted in more erotic tingles than stroking other parts. I was soon ignoring the action on stage and in the darkness pleasured myself. When the orgasm hit, I hope the gasp I made was interpreted by any who heard it as amazement at the magical feat that had just concluded on the stage.

After the show I went to the room where hypnosis may have occurred. Rod-erick was there and he immediately thanked me and told that I had been magnificent and asked how I liked being bonier than I usual was.

“It was fun in its way,” I admitted. “But I'll be glad to be back to normal, if that's alright with you.”

“Ok, step into the hoop and we'll get you back to normal in a trice.” He indicated a fabric lined hoop that was on the floor. I stepped in and he unhurriedly lifted and lowered the hoop. I stepped out with all my flesh on my bones and all that flesh cover by the satin maids dress. I noticed that the ribbons that had concealed the exact nature of the transition from flesh to bone had been incorporated into the dress. I wondered what had happened to the ribbon that topped the flesh part of my legs. I lifted the skirt slightly and saw that I was wear white silk French knickers with legs that stopped just short of the dress' hem and the ribbons ornamented the ends of the legs.

He thank me again and expressed the hope that he might get to work with me again. He even suggested that if there was anything magical I wanted to have happen to me, he would see what he could do to help. He went so far as to offer his services as a magician at a party I might throw at a reduced rate, if I was willing to be his assistant or had a like-minded friend willing to give it a go.

Once I was home and in bed, I dreamt about the magical situations I had been in and associated exposure and humiliation; such sweet dreams!