(WARNING! The following text contains elements of Magic/Deflation/TG/Natural Body Magic. If you do not care for any of the aforementioned topics, just leave.)

You look down at your new body, Lin's body. A bit worried, you look up at Lin, the magicienne now using your body, playing the role of the magician while you are apparently now the assistant. You're worried about getting your body back, but, secretly, you can't help but think that it wouldn't be too bad if you didn't. Lin was pretty hot, after all.

Lin wraps an arm around your shoulder. Well, your arm on her shoulder. "So, I know I've swapped bodies with you and everything, but I still don't even know your name. And what's a lovely assistant without a name?"

Before you can answer, Lin continues talking, "But then again! Who wants to hear a lovely assistant with a guy's name? So! I think I'll just call you… Caroline. What do you think, audience?" The crowd definitely seems to agree.

"Right then, Caroline!" It takes you a moment to remember that Lin is talking to you. "Have you ever been beheaded?"

You shake your head. "Of course not, that wouldn't make sense." Lin laughs, along with the crowd. Everyone in the audience, including yourself, has long since suspended their disbelief. Whatever was going on here tonight was not just lousy smoke and mirrors. "Boys, bring out the guillotine!"

From off-stage, three stagehands pull in a large guillotine prop, setting it up quickly in the center of the room. They are done in less than a minute, and promptly exit. Lin walks up to it and raps on the blade. It resounds with a clear metallic ringing. "Caroline, be a dear and get in the stocks so that I can lop off your head." Lin says, grinning at you. The audience laughs, and you give a nervous giggle.

A little worried, you walk up to the large guillotine. It's not like you expect to be executed, everything will probably be fine, considering all the crazy stuff that has already happened tonight. But still, you didn't feel so good about letting Lin lock your head into a death sentence. You're placed in the stocks facing upwards, so your head hangs free above a wastebasket as you watch Lin raise the guillotine blade and prepare to let loose. Before she (or is it he now?) does though, she brushes her hand against the back of your head, moving your now-much-longer hair out of the way. You aren't used to having such long hair.

"Aw, don't be so nervous." Lin says, patting your head. You look up at your own face again. "I'm just chopping off your head." The audience laughs again. "Don't worry, it won't hurt, I promise."

You take in and let out a deep breath. Lin nods at you and starts counting down. "Three! Two!-"

Your eyes widen in shock as you watch the guillotine blade fly down the groove into the stocks. As it is about to make contact, you shut your eyes tight, letting out a small squeal. You feel the cold steel of the blade passing straight through your neck, as your field of vision dramatically changes. For a moment, you can see the crowd, and then, nothing but wicker.

"Whoops, my hand slipped." You hear your own voice say, and uproars of laughter from the crowd. You realize you're staring at the inside of the wicker basket below the guillotine. Soon, you feel a hand grab you by your hair, lifting you out of the basket so that you can witness the audience applaud.

"You know, I have a really cute head." Lin jokes, holding your head, her head, out to the audience. You can't help but blush.  Lin sets you down on the table, at an angle to the crowd so that you can still see some of the stage, and walks over to the guillotine. You are aware that you can still feel your body, as Lin unstraps you from the guillotine board and helps you to your feet. You stumble a bit as you take a few steps, it's not easy for you to guide yourself from a third-person point of view. It doesn't help that your body is so distractingly dressed.

Eventually, clumsily, you make your way to the table where your head rests and pick it up. It's a weird sensation, having your sense of perspective change as you move your head about. You try to reattach your head to your body, and it seems to stick. As you release your hands, however, your field of vision moves skyward as your head rolls off the back off your body.

Lin catches your head before it hits the ground, however. She (he?) giggles and places your head back on your body, still facing her. It seems to attach firmly this time. Lin goes back to addressing the audience, and it isn't until you look down that you realize what was wrong. Your neck craned downwards, you miss seeing Lin's breasts, instead, all you see is the back of Lin's body, and her nicely curved ass. Your hands shoot to your head, only to have your suspicions confirmed; your head was on backwards.

You turn about to face Lin, who is just standing there grinning mischievously at you. "Want me to fix it?" You nod fervently.

"Okay, okay." Lin whistles, and a few more stage attendants rush out, wheeling in a large box supported on four legs, with another smaller box on top of it. It takes you only a few moments to realize what the box is, as Lin beckons you inside. You step forward into the box, facing the audience, as you allow Lin to close the doors to the cabinet, which encloses everything from the waist up.

You feel Lin grab hold of the head box, and, suspicions confirmed, you notice that it can turn freely from the cabinet. Lin showcases this fact, twisting it left and right, as you feel your head move from side to side with the box.

Without warning, your vision blurs as your head is spun around in a circle. Dizziness overtakes you, and before you realize what's happening, you're being led out of the box. You take a cautious step forward, but you can't seem to balance yourself. Lin catches you and pulls you upright. It takes you a moment to figure out why your balance was off, as you look down.

Your body is raveled up into a long, compacted, twisted 'rope', from the waist up to your head. You try to move your arms, but can only feel them wrapped up inside the rest of your body. You notice your fingers poking out from the folds, and wriggle them a little, to the amusement of the crowd. Your torso feels incredibly compact and everything feels layered, touching itself. On the plus side though, you notice your head is now facing the right direction.

"Alright, and, reverse!" you hear Lin shout, and before you can so much as look up at her, she grabs your twisted up body, and spins it. The dizzy spinning sensation overwhelms you again, and when you come to, you don't feel the pressure of the twist anymore. Looking down at your body, with a sigh of relief you notice your feet pointing forward. You're facing the right direction. But you still don't see your breasts. In fact, your blouse is kind of empty. You pat your missing bosom… or you would, if your arms were working. Rather, looking at your shoulders, you find you no longer have arms.

"Whoops! Maybe I spun her a bit too quickly." Lin jokes at the audience. She walks off to the side of the stage where she retrieves one of your arms, placing it on the table next to you. You watch, feeling a little helpless, as she picks up your other arm, and then goes to the front of the stage, where your breasts had landed together. She gives them a light squeeze before the audience, which devolves into an uproar, and you blush, feeling a little embarrassed, even though they're not even yours, technically.

Then, your cheeks flush a burning hot red, as Lin licks the nipple of one of your breasts playfully. You protest, but Lin shushes you. "Hey, they're my boobs, I can do whatever I want to them." She winks at the audience, and the crowd goes wild. Lin grins, and then takes a step back from the front of the stage. The crowd collectively sighs in disappointment.

Lin tosses a breast up into the air, and begins to juggle them. The crowd laughs. You tremble at the sensations of your breasts flying up through the air, and landing in Lin's outstretched hands.

"Juggling's not that fun with only two objects, huh." Lin frowns at the audience. You suddenly feel the sensations multiply, and it takes you awhile to realize Lin is now juggling three identical breasts. You realize that you can feel the new breast, whichever one it was.  Soon, Lin was juggling four breasts.

Quick as a whip, Lin reaches out an arm and grabs you by the face, and you are thrown into the air. Or at least, your head is, as Lin juggles your breasts and head around in a circle. Soon, Lin adds her own head to the mix, laughing, as the audience follows with a round of applause. You barely catch glimpses of Lin's head (well, your head), and your breasts as you fly around, perfectly maneuvered by Lin's expert hands. You are barely aware that your body had collapsed as you sat down, hard, on the floor, unable to stand during this crazy act. You wonder in amazement at how Lin was able to coordinate all this with her own head flying around like yours.

You suddenly notice that Lin is using four hands to juggle you now; you assume that at some point she had managed to grab your spare arms off the table and attached them. As you bounce from hand to hand, you swear that the number of breasts in the mix had at least doubled. And as the juggling dies down, you find that you are right, as Lin gently places your head, followed by ten breasts atop the table, each one of them belonging to you. She takes a bow, holding her head up with two arms and waving with the others.

She reattaches her head, and walks over to your collapsed body, helping you get to your feet, and guides you over to the table again, where she reattaches your head too. She keeps your arms, though. Quietly, she reaches into your jeans pocket, pulling out an extremely large cloth that you know you didn't have with you. She waves it over the table, completely covering your breasts, and when she whisks it away, you gasp. Sitting upon the table are two extremely large breasts, larger than humanly possible. The crowd goes wild once again as Lin picks one up and approaches you. She pops off your shirt and sticks it to your blank chest. You feel the weight take its' toll on you as you sink to your knees momentarily before you stand up straight again.

As Lin attaches your second breast, however, you feel your knees buckle from the weight, and you find yourself kneeling on the ground.

"Hehe, maybe they're a bit too big." Lin giggles. She helps you back to your feet as you struggle to stand up. Human bodies definitely were not meant to withstand breasts of this magnitude. You feel Lin stand behind you and grab your breasts from below, and you let out a small gasp as she does so. She holds them up gently, using her extra arms, so that you can support yourself. You're suddenly aware that you're the one doing the holding now, you have your arms back, as you lift your massive breasts.

"Okay, okay, far too big." Lin admits, as you see her pull out a long stick from your jean pocket, again, something you're sure you didn't bring. A moment too late, you notice that the stick has a really sharp end, as she delivers two quick pokes to each of your breasts. The weight lessens as your breasts deflate into sacks of skin hanging from your chest. You look at Lin in disbelief, but she's still watching the holes.

You realize in a panic that you're still leaking air. You try to cover the holes with your arms, but they're so far deflated by this point that they're just floppy skin. You're barely able to control them enough to lift them, let alone shut the leak in your boobs. You collapse to your knees as your legs deflate, and your field of vision narrows as your head collapses into itself. Soon, you're nothing but a pile of skin lying on the stage floor. You try to move, but you can't really. You feel Lin pick you up and smooth you out, as you watch the audience laugh.

You hear a zipping noise coming from behind you, and feel your back opening up. Apparently you had a zipper on your back. You feel Lin's limbs enter the opening, as she pushes her legs into yours, you feel the pressure from within, of her body slowly entering and filling your hollow skin. She barely fits inside you, you think, considering your body was a fair bit bigger than hers. Despite this though, Lin manages to slip you on entirely, and zip up the back. You feel normal again, well, as normal as you could in another person's body, but you suddenly realize you can't move.

Your body, Lin's body, is now parading to the front of the stage. Your mouth opens and your tongue moves on its own, as you hear Lin say to the audience, "Ahh, I missed my body." You feel Lin give herself a hug. You notice that Lin's breasts had returned to normal.

You feel your (Lin's) arm rise up and reach behind her back, as she grabs the zipper. She pulls on it, but this time, it simply peels off her skin, leaving smooth skin in its place, with no trace of an opening. You watch on helplessly as Lin, controlling her body once again, tosses away the zipper and walks to the back of the stage and picks up her top, casually putting it back on, to the groans of disappointment of the audience.

"Oh, hush. Technically I wasn't even supposed to show you anything. This is a magic show, not a strip club." Lin giggles, "Not that it really matters."

Just as you're thinking "What about me?", Lin addresses the audience once again. "Well, what say you I bring Caroline back? It's hard to do magic without an assistant, wouldn't you say?"

A wave of cheering explodes from the audience, as you hear an astonishingly large number of cries shouting "Pick me!" Lin just laughs them off, walking back to the table, as you feel your hands grab the sides of your head and rip it off of your body. Placing her disembodied head on the table, she retrieves the cloth from earlier, and drapes it over. As she whips it off, you're suddenly aware that you can control yourself again. Or rather, just your head. You look around wildly, and as your eyes dart from side to side, you spot Lin's head beside you, smiling.

As you watch Lin's head leaves your vision, you hear her announce, "Just to be clear! I'm Lin, and this…" You feel a pair of hands wrap around the base of your neck as you're lifted off the table, presented to the audience, "Is my lovely head-assistant, Caroline!" The audience devolves into an uproar of laughter and applause.