I helped my next volunteer up onto the stage. She was short, with blonde hair tied tightly around her back. She was wearing casual clothes, jeans and a white t-shirt.  Nothing out of the ordinary here at all.

"Welcome," I said to her, watching as she kept sending glances at Joy off to one side, the naked woman in display in pieces for all to see and be distracted by.  "So, what made you come on up?"

"Well," she said, "wait!  I didn't tell you my name!"

"Roberta," I replied.  "You look like a Roberta to me."

"Uh... alright!  I'm Roberta!  Anyway, I was hoping to ask a question of you first."

That was odd. "Go ahead.  And if it's a marriage proposal, the answer is no."

She laughed. "No, not that!  I was wondering why Joy over there is so calm about all this!"

"That?" I feigned shock. "Oh!  That!  Well, you see, it's actually quite easy. Yes, she wanted to be my assistant, but there wasn't enough time to properly train her and practice. So, with her permission, I did a little hypnosis to make her a better assistant."

"He did!" Joy called out. "Otherwise I think I would be a nervous wreck!"

I agreed. "See!  Nothing to worry about.  At all.  Ever!"  I winked.  Roberta blushed a little.  "Now, for you..."

"Yes?" she prompted.  "What do you have in store for me?"

"Well, I have to ask," I said as I rubbed my hands together. "Would people say you're a sweet girl?"

"No," she replied. "I'm a sweet woman."

"Ah," I said, embarrassed. "Right.  The obvious answer.  But that's good to hear. It means I won't be guilty of any false representation."

Roberta looked confused. "What does that mean?"

I stepped back to give her some space. "It means," adding in a dramatic pause, "you have to wait here for a moment while I get the thing."

"What?!?" Roberta called out as I turned and rand for the back. I knew exactly what I wanted, and where it was, but I didn't want to be seen as coming back too quickly.  I banged on some props that were there for that exact purpose, to make the sounds of someone throwing things around while searching.

Once I decided that was enough, I picked up what I wanted and returned to the stage.  Roberta was there, waiting with her back to the audience for me.

"I'm back!" I announced loudly.

"I'm waiting!" Roberta replied just as loudly.

"Well, sorry," I didn't really apologize. "I had to get this!"

I displayed my chosen prop.

Roberta wasn't impressed. "It's a cloth."

I lowered the cloth. "Well, yeah. Have you seen what a magician can do with a cloth?"

Roberta considered this. "Make things dissappear?"

"Sometimes," I agreed.  I began to unroll and unfold the cloth until it was nearly 4 feet wide, and over a dozen feet tall. "Now, could you do me a favour, and pose for the audience?"

"What sort of pose?" Roberta asked as she spun around on her heels. "Cute?  Demure?  Sexy?"

"Why don't I leave that to you," I said as I rolled up the cloth into my arms.

Roberta leaned forward, putting one hand on her hips, crossing her legs slightly to help balance herself, and with her free hand, tugged down on the collar of her shirt, letting her breasts hang free inside the material of her shirt.  "This good enough?" she asked with a smile.

"We'll see," I said as I threw the cloth over her, covering her entirely from view.

"Hey!" She yelled out, but didn't move.

That was alright, I had already performed my trick.  I whisked away the cloth, and in Roberta's place was Roberta still.  Except not.  Flesh was now smooth alabaster, a statue of her leaning forward, enticing the audience with a flash.

"Hrm," I said, feigning interest.  I tapped her head, and received a hollow-thunk.  "I didn't think you were an air-head," I commented.  With a little bit of care, I lifted Roberta up to show that she was completely transformed, far lighter and solid.

There was clapping from the audience.

"Well," I said as I put her back down.  "I do have a reputation to maintain."  With that I reached into a pocket and pulled out a pair of scissors. "Lovely Roberta," I announced, "really wanted to show off her assets to you all, so I think I oblige her."

With that, I carefully cut away the back of her shirt, and then pulled it off, cutting as I needed to deal with the arms and other obstructions.

Soon, it was off, and Roberta was there with a naked torso leaning forward.  I too the cloth and threw it over her again, this time pulling it off, revealing a restored Roberta!

She blinked, then shrieked in shock. She stood upright and covered up her nipples with her arms. "What happened?"

"You helped me," I said. "And we're not done yet."

"Wait!" she yelled again, this time raising one arm to ward me off. It wasn't enough as I threw the cloth over her again, and her objections were silenced.

I removed the cloth again, and Roberta stood there again, one arm out while the other was across her chest.  Except instead of being an off white, she was now a dark brown.  "Nice!" I said as I approached her.  Putting my hands against her arm, I slowly swung her around to face the audience.

Putting one finger to her arm, I mock-tasted it. "Hrm," I said. "Chocolate."  I stepped back to admire my handiwork. "Well, I suppose I should finish off what I started," I snipped the scissors in the air, then advanced on the transformed Roberta.  With careful precision, I sliced away her pants and underwear, leaving the nude model on the stage.

"You know," I said as I stepped back to let the audience admire her, "I think I'll leave her like this for now. There might be snacks later for good girls and boys," I turned to the audience with a smirk. "Assuming she doesn't melt first."

"Does that mean you're done?" Joy asked. "I mean, is break time over?"

I gave an exaggerated sigh. "I suppose it does," I said. "Let's put you back together then, shall we?"