Jean checked herself in the mirror one last time. Her dress was elegant, but not too formal. Her hair was up in a bun and her lashes were long and curled. Her eye shadow was just right and lipstick was perfect. She smiled at herself in the mirror, with the right amount of blush she was the picture of a classy lady.

Norman was sitting on the couch in the living room when she emerged from the bedroom. His powder blue shirt was tucked into his grey slacks. "You look wonderful." he said.

Jean smiled and kissed him lightly as he rose. "Thank you dear. You look good too. So what are we doing tonight?"

"You like magic, right?" Jean nodded. "Good. I heard about this place downtown where they put a magic show on while you eat. Apparently they get some big names in the magic world there. It's called... something Tricks."

"House of Tricks? I've heard of them. The food is supposed to be excellent and the magic is first-class, though a bit risqué from what I've heard." She paused and gave Norman a look. "Is that why you want to go?"

Norman grinned sheepishly. "I can't lie to you."

Donald was putting on a good show. He had a certain lack of flair that made his magic seem more real. He absolutely refused to come out on stage when he was announced as The Magnificent Donald, or Donald the Magician. The disgruntled MC was forced to introduce him simply as Donald. He wasn't like any magician that Jean had seen. He wandered around the tables doing little tricks. Every so often he'd invite someone up onto the stage to do a big trick. He'd already poured Jean a glass of water without having a jug in his hand. (She was still trying to figure out just how he'd done it) As the evening progressed the tricks were getting racier. The last woman who'd gone up on stage and somehow had her undergarments removed without her noticing, until he produced them from his pockets. She'd looked down her top and turned beet red when she discovered that they were actually hers. She quickly grabbed them and retreated to the bathroom to put them on again.

Jean wanted to be picked badly. She enjoyed magic, but something she enjoyed even more was being a part of the magic. The only sad part was that once she was involved with a trick she could usually figure out how it worked, then the mystery disappeared. She had never been a part of a grand illusion, but she desperately wanted to. Unfortunately, Donald didn't seem to have any grand illusions. Jean was a little disappointed about that.

"You look distracted hon." said Norman.

"Sorry. I was just thinking." She replied.

"You want to go up on stage, don't you?" Jean nodded. "Well, if he comes around and picks you, don't cry to me if you don't like the trick." Norman said and stuck out his tongue briefly.

"Me, not like a trick? Well I never. I hope he does pick me, just so I can show you that I'll enjoy any trick he can throw at me." She stuck her tongue out back at him.

"Really? Any trick?" Jean nodded. "Alright, take her away Donald."

"With pleasure Sir." Jean was surprised to hear his voice behind her and suddenly feel his hand on her shoulder. She was certain she'd seen him just a few seconds ago at the other side of the restaurant. She looked back at Norman, a little confused.

"You said you'd go. Now's your chance." he said, grinning at her. "Give her your worst Donald. You heard what she said."

"No sir, I won't do that. It would be unpleasant to say the least, and not at all suited to this atmosphere. She will, however, have the most daring trick of the evening done to her; provided of course that the lady does not mind. Do you mind mam?"

"No I do not mind." Jean stood up and actually led Donald to the stage, empty save a wooden stool. This caused a stir in the audience, and a ripple of laughter followed in their wake.

Donald straightened his shirt after Jean dragged him onto the stage. "Very well mam, I can see you're eager for this. Let's start by letting you hair down, shall we?" Donald pinched at her ear and pulled something out. It was a hair pin. Her hair pin Jean realized when she felt her hair fall to her shoulders. In surprise she felt at the back of her head; the bun was definately gone. "I've always preferred that look on a lady."

Jean lowered her hands. He couldn't have reached behind her head, she would have felt it. She would have felt the tug on her hair, yet she'd felt nothing. She cocked a smile at Donald. "Is that the trick? Not much of one if it was."

"My lady, the trick has not begun. First I need a pair of oranges like those on the table at your side." Jean looked down. Sure enough, there was a low table with a couple of oranges sitting on it. She was sure there were no oranges, let alone a table when she got to the stage. "If you please..." Donald started her and held out his hands. Jean's hands were shaking a bit when she picked up the oranges. She wasn't sure if the shaking was fear or excitement. This guy was good. "Thank you mam."

Donald palmed the oranges and, with no flourish whatsoever, produced a large handkerchief from his pocket. He set the oranges down on the stool and covered them with the handkerchief, snapped his fingers, and lifted the hanky again. There was a gasp from the audience, a gasp from Jean, and a gasp from Norman. Sitting on the stool were two breasts. From the look on Jean's face it was unmistakable that they were hers. Jean quickly looked down the front of her dress and saw two oranges nestled in her bra. Tentatively, she reached out and touched one of the boobs, only to recoil when she felt the touch. In her haste however, she sent the stool rocking and felt the bizarre sensation of having her tits slide around and off the varnished wood while she was standing still. Donald was quick enough to catch them before they hit the stage. He steadied the stool and deposited the breasts back on the seat, nipples pointing up, then covered them with the handkerchief again.

"Now mam, if I may have my oranges back please?" Jean shakily reached into her dress and produced the oranges one after the other, placing them in Donald’s hand. Her dress looked so empty without anything on her chest. Donald threw the oranges up into the air and caught them again as grapefruits. "If you'll please put these if your bra mam." Donald requested as he held out the grapefruits. Jean did as requested. Her dress stretched over the fruit that barely fit into the cups of her bra. Donald snapped his fingers and Jean gasped. Her hands immediately went to her chest. While she was making sure it really was her that was now stretching the dress instead of some fruit, Donald lifted the handkerchief revealing two grapefruit. The audience broke into applause. Donald had to escort Jean off the stage and back to her table because she wasn't moving on her own.

"I hope you were suitably impressed sir." Donald said to Norman when he arrived at the table with Jean.

"I most definitely was. How did you do it?"

"Magic." was the simple reply. "Did you enjoy yourself mam?" Donald asked, addressing Jean.

"It was fantastic." she said still in awe of the trick, and her new, curvier body.

"Very good mam." Donald pulled out her chair for her. Jean was delighted to feel her breasts bounce when she sat and scooted her chair closer to the table.

"Did you enjoy yourself hon?" Norman asked, a sly grin on his face.

"That was fantastic. Wow."

"Shall we get dessert?"

"I think we should get the bill and have dessert at home." Jean suggested as she leaned forwards a bit to emphasize her new size, a sly smile on her face.

"You don't want to stay for the end of the show?"

"No. I think we should leave right now."

"Sounds good to me." Norman signaled the waitress.

After leaving the restaurant, Jean said through her panting as activities other than driving started to heat up the car, "We're going to see him again, and next time he'd better make these the size of cantaloupes."