With the slow return of magic, magic acts became far more than just tricks and deceit.  Magicians, illusionists, formerly only able to create magic artificially and with the help of illusions to fool the audience, now found that many of their tricks didn’t require them to be tricks anymore.  Veteran performers found their sawing tricks actually work, real pigeons fly out of empty sleeves, and giant objects actually disappearing after the cloth was pulled away.  Most adapted quickly and the magic performance was elevated to a new level.

This story isn’t about those magicians, though.  This story is about one who used his newfound powers for far less benign means than just pleasing an audience or getting an hour long television special.  He wasn’t on any famous stage, nor did he perform on television, but he was well known in one area.  The most wanted list.  This man, he went around the globe, changing his appearance each time, always playing in a rundown theater or at a local bar, performing his magic tricks to an unassuming audience.  Everything always went just fine, up until his last trick, when he would select a pretty woman from the audience.  It was always some sort of vanishing trick, and to varying degrees, although there was always something of the victim left behind.

He was branded the ‘Mad Magician’, seeing as how no one was really sure what his real name could be, seeing as all the investigators had to go on was an ever changing string of silly stage names like ‘The Amazing Mike’, or ‘Charles the Charming’.  What made him so wanted was what he did to the victims.  Typically, after the vanishing act, there would be but a piece of the woman left; her head, her body, a pair of legs.  One time, all that could be found of a victim was her vagina, alive and surprisingly capable of speech.  However, it’s not like the body parts were never seen again.  The body part black market was a thriving new industry, trading in heads, arms, genitals, you name it.  The only good thing, if it could be called that, was that the women or what was left of them, was alive and contained their consciousness, although that wasn’t much of a consolation when you were just face or a pair of breasts.  There was also a disheartening amount of recovery for the missing parts too, as the host consciousness was severed from the stolen part, meaning that whenever authorities raided an underground body part shop, it was never as simple as touching a body part and finding its right owner.  Sometimes photos helped, and heads were very easy to identify, but because of the Mad Magician and others like him, police storage rooms almost always had a dozen or so unsorted women’s parts waiting for collection by their true owners.

All of this was well known across the world, especially in America were nearly half of the cases were reported.  However, the amount and severity of cases was still small enough that the magician was not well known.  Cases happened every couple of weeks, often in different parts of the globe, and that was usually enough time and distance for people to put the news of his crimes in the back of their minds.

Unfortunately, this was the same for Madeline, an average woman living on the west coast.  She was a small time model, doing underwear ads and other little jobs, getting by on her looks more than anything, something Madeline was glad for after college didn’t pan out.  She was of medium height, with lightly freckled skin, sun bleached blonde hair, and smile to die for.  She had heard of the Mad Magician, but it wasn’t something she thought of all too often.  What with the other craziness that surrounded daily life now: people able to make fireballs, humans that could detach themselves, women with genital limb disease, it was kind of hard to filter out all of the odd stuff.  Her fashion agency wasn’t free from the weird either.  So far they had two transformed women on staff; Janet, a woman with amazing legs and a round ass and little else seeing as she was just a lower half, and Marie, an androgynous looking woman with an arm length cock.

Madeline herself didn’t mind the transformed and ion fact found herself fascinated by them but could never find the courage to change herself, although sometimes she worried she would get changed without her consent anyways.  It was on the last night of her beach shoot that this fear would be realized. 

She and a couple of the other girls from the photo shoot had made their way to a bar where a small magic show was being held.  The headline read ‘The Mystical Marvin, Magician Extraordinaire!’.  Inside the packed bar, Madeline and the other girls found some tightly packed seats and sat back to enjoy the show.  The lights dimmed and a tall man walked onto the small stage.  He wore a classic magician getup, black coat and pants, white shirt, and a black top hat.  He was handsome looking, tanned, with a well-trimmed beard running around his chin.  He smiled and greeted the audience, thanking them for coming to the bar that night and urged them to buy more drinks, so as to enjoy the show, and was rewarded with warm laughter. 

He began his act immediately, not wasting anytime in pulling out his box of tricks.  He mildly impressed the crowd with an array of card tricks, making the cards disappear and reappear in locations around the room, or inside the patrons’ drinks.  This raised a few eyes, but with the current state of magic this was nothing special.  He then began to do some minor levitation and conjuring, making animals appear out of nowhere and having them float around the room.  This got a little more out of the crowd, but he knew what he had to do.  He pulled out a large box, about half the size of the man, and placed it in front of the audience.  Then, with graceful dexterity and speed, he began to pull himself apart, piece until the magician was in pieces inside of the box.  For a while, nothing happened and the audience began to get agitated.  Madeline and her friends were puzzled, wondering if the trick had gone bad.  Several seconds passed, and before the first bottle was thrown, the box exploded, pieces of cardboard and clothing covering the first row.  People screamed, unsure of what to make of it.  The stage was empty, with no sign of the magician.  The crowd grew silent until someone in the back started clapping, close to Madeline.  She turned and saw the magician behind her, whole and in one piece, clapping at his own little trick.  The audience thundered applause as he returned to stage and announced his next set of tricks.

He would take several volunteers and do some thematic detachment, much to the delight of the bar-goers.  Madeline and her friends got excited, having never seen a detachment firsthand.  The first to go up was a young woman, in her early twenties’, her long blond ponytail swishing back and force and she bounded up on stage.  Mystical Marvin pulled out of a bag a long sword, too long for the little sack it came out of, and showed it to the woman.  She was clearly frightened but he assured her no harm would come to her.  With a quick slash, the woman was cut in two at the waist.  Her top half fell to the floor, but she was able to land on her hands safely.  She blushed when turned around to face her crotch at eye level, but managed to tear herself away to wave at the audience.  When asked if she would like to be rejoined, she politely declined and hugged her legs as they carried her back to her seat.

The next one up on stage was a mature woman with long black hair and even longer legs.  There was a swishing sound as the magician cut into her and her face fell into Marvin’s waiting hands.  The woman was amazed, surprised by how smooth her featureless face felt.  Marvin showed her body, a view the woman had never had.  He was about to return her to normal, but she refused and tossed her detached face to her husband in the second row.  He caught it, kissing her deeply as her body fumbled back to her seat.

Another woman, a tall black girl just entering college, walked up on stage, a goofy smile painting her face as the magician greeted and introduced her.  He told the patrons that this one would be a little weird before he brought the blade down upon the girl’s neck.  Her body caught her head before the magician could.  He gently placed her upon a table and resumed.  He sliced in her arms and legs off, then switched them around, with her arms in place of her legs and vice versa.  Her body stood up shakily and the woman was glad that she had worn biker shorts and a sports bra that day when her skirt flipped down.  Her arms felt around, touching her butt sheepishly while her legs shifted about, unused to feeling her large breasts touch the tops of her thighs.  Once more, the volunteer refused to be changed back for the time being, and the upside down woman picked up her head, hugging it close to her elevated crotch and walked back to her seat.

The last call sounded, and the magician announced he would take one final volunteer.  Dozens of hands shot up and out of all of them he picked Madeline.  She cracked a huge grin as she walked toward the stage, her friends cheering her on as she walked up to the stage.  Mystical Marvin greeted her with a disarming smile and had her wait for the prop to be brought out.  One of the bouncers wheeled out from behind the stage a classic looking guillotine, complete with a basket at the bottom for a head. 

Madeline awoke sometime later, groggy and confused.  And blind.  Her vison was completely black.  She made to rub her eyes, or perhaps remove what was covering them, but her hand passed through air.  She tried again, sure her head was in the right spot.  Her hand came down and touched something sensitive, between her shoulders.  The flesh felt tender, new.  She dragged her hand to the left and felt her shoulder.  To the right and she met her right arm.  There was nothing else there, her head was gone.  She didn’t quit panic though.  She thought it might be a part of the trick, but doubts began to fill her mind.

It was after a couple of seconds that a faint light swam across her vision.  There was also a taste, something familiar yet wrong at the same time, and slimy. And there was sound.  People screaming, crying, all of them women.  She stood up, her vision blocked by something partially see through.  She could make out some light, blue, red, the lights in the bar.  People were moving about, and soon she felt hands on her.  They felt small, womanly and one of her friends called her name.  Yelled it in fact. 

“Sammy, I can hear y-“ she cried out, but was stopped by a fierce tingling in her loins, like someone or something was licking her down there.  “Samm-unf!  I can h-hear yoouu-haaaah,” she said as she shivered a little from the micro orgasm she just had.  She felt wet, very wet and could feel something moving inside her.  Inside her vagina. 

“Madeline!?  You can hear us?”

“Y-yeah, but wh-ha-ha-here is my head?  I can’t-ah! Feel it!”

A pair of small arms brought her into a desperate hug.  “Oh sweety, it’s gone.  That bastard took it and disappeared after he cut it off!”

“What?!”  Madeline’s hands ran along her empty shoulders again, shaking. 

“I’m so sorry.  But sweety, I think that might not be your only problem…”

“What d-ahhhh.  Do you mean?”

“Madeline, your voice is coming from your panties.”

Madeline pushed her friend away, ignoring her comfort as she pulled up her miniskirt.  Light flooded into her vision as she pulled the front of her panties down.  She could see her friends there, faces aghast as they saw what had become of their friend.  Madeline, with her head removed, had had her consciousness moved to her vagina.  It could not talk and eat for her, and even though there were no eye above her neatly trimmed pussy, she could see with perfect clarity her friend’s sad faces.  Worse yet, sticking out ever so slightly was the tip of a tongue, anchored to the base of and hidden by her vagina.

Beyond them, she could see the other changed women.  From what she could infer, with her substantially lowered viewpoint from her vagina, the parts of the women that were not attached to their faces or heads, had gained a mind of their own.  The faceless woman’s body was naked and spread eagle on the bar as her face yelled at it and her embarrassed husband tried to coax it down. 

The limb reversed girl had her head laying on the floor as her upside down body tore off its panties and proudly displayed her nether bits.  Her breasts spilled out of the neck in her top until her legs pulled her shirt off.

The cut in half girl was attempting to pull her legs away from a muscular man as they relentlessly grinded upon his leg.

As for Madeline, she was rushed outside by her friends and straight into the arms of the police.  Hours and hours of questioning later, and she was finally released.  They had been very patient with her, handing her tissues as she sobbed from her pussy.  Afterwards she was sent to a hospital to get analyzed and treated.  Unfortunately, regrowing a magically removed body part was next to impossible, so her regaining a head was not in her near future.  They did run some tests on her though, and found that while she had been seriously changed, she was told she would be able to resume a relatively normal life.  Her vagina had been slightly altered to be a mouth.  She could eat with it, although any food coming in would have to be soft.  He vision was perfect, although still seated above her pussy.  They gave her a small trim to remove any hairs from her sight.  As for the modeling company she worked for, they accepted her after she returned.  She did shoots for scenes that didn’t require heads, and did some work with the other transformed models as well. That was a small comfort to Madeline, who bemoaned the fact that somewhere out there, her cute freckled face was being sold to some anonymous nobody that she would likely never find, and placed on a body she would never see.