Meghan usually loved her job. She loved the outfits and the stares she got while on stage, especially from the men in the audience. She loved having them in the palm of her hand. It was just one of the perks of being a magician's assistant and she loved it.

But she hated the Shadow Vision illusion.

She was amazed when she discovered magic was real. Like divide your body into multiple pieces real. But there was one downside. Once divided you lost contact with the divided body part and it did its own thing like it was its own person.

She supposed in some way it was. Was her head in control of her body? Not when that head was divided from the rest of her. Then, she was just her head. Maybe there were other hers that controlled each part and each "her" acted in its own interests? But if she wanted philosophy, she wouldn't be a magician's assistant, so most of the time she just went with it.

But this illusion was different. It started normal enough. Get into the frame, push your breasts out. Smile at everyone not looking at your breasts. It was easy until the magician slid that blade into that slot just below your neck.

Then things, or her body, went sideways. She became just a head sitting on a blade, and sometimes the rest of her no longer wanted to be doing this illusion. Her arms would wave wildly, or her hands would reach and grab whatever was close.

The magician slotted another blade above her knees, and she saw her legs gain a mind of their own.

Her torso was slid to her left. This was always surreal, watching your breasts seemingly move of their own accord a couple feet sideways. It got more surreal as her head was lowered down, past those breasts, past her waving arms, to just above her kicking legs.

It was now that she remembered why she hated this illusion. In most illusions, you may be divided but your body parts are contained. They are in their own little boxes and in their own little boxes they stay. But in this illusion, her body was right next to her. Reaching for her. Touching her.

She remembered the first time they performed this illusion on stage and her arms had grabbed her head, lifted it up, and much to the shock and amazement of the audience and her, placed her head directly on the blade below her pussy and pushed her face against her moistening slit. Again, and again like she wasn't understanding what it wanted. She knew what it wanted, but she couldn't feel anything from it and she was in shock herself.

The magician had quickly intervened, shooing her hands away and placing her head back on the blade where it belonged. But she never forgot that day. Her scent. How close she was to one of her dreams. If only she could feel what her body obviously wanted.

The magician now used a binding spell to keep her parts attached to the blades. This was a family show after all.

That was another reason she hated the illusion, because that didn't stop her body from trying.

She felt a hand grab her hair and start to tug. It wanted her head. It occurred to Meghan that possibly without a head her body had no memory, and she would be cursed to it attempting to move her mouth to its clit every time they did this illusion.

She felt another tug. She watched her feet kick and twitch and try to run away. It was so disorienting to be just a head surrounded by her body spazzing out in front of a paying audience.

Then her arm tried to lift her head by her hair and the pain was intense. Oh god, when will this be over? It was then that the magician quickly intervened and moved her off stage.

But like always, the magician was too busy to restore her. That didn't come until after the show, and to relieve the pulling on her hair, the magician released the binding spell.

Her hands quickly sensed the lack of resistance and pulled her head over to their blade. She could smell how ready she was, and she knew what she would be busy doing until the show as over and the magician restored her.

If only she could feel it.