Tricks Up My Sleeve (Human Trixie TG)

"Well, I fail to see how this could possibly get any worse..."

Harry groaned to himself, sat on a bench outside the school as the other students walked past him on the way inside the building and towards the hall. The talent show that had been in the works for months had resulted in a bigger turn out than anyone had expected, something that only added to the stirring worries deep in his core.

When he'd signed up, he expected a crowd, but certainly not one this big! It looked like almost the entire school showed up! The boy gulped as he attempted to gather his wits. If anything went wrong in his performance, he'd be even more of a laughing stock than he was already!

It was bad enough being known as the boy that wanted to be a magician, mocking comments pursuing him from everywhere from the hallways to the classrooms. Yes, he knew magic wasn't real. He wasn't some cloudcuckoolander! 

"That's not even the point anyways... it's to entertain for god's sake! It's bad enough dealing with the comments every day, but you think they’d at least have half a brain to think of some more creative stuff..."

It only made it harder to overcome his fear of crowds with all the mocking, the boy hoping that a performance at the talent show might be the solution to both his problems. Of course, the possibility that something might go wrong had come late to him, the last few days filling him with nerves.

He did his best to push them down, but what happened minutes ago had derailed the entire thing, his props and set up trashed beyond use while he was elsewhere preparing things with his partner, similar events happening to several of the other acts. The culprit was obvious, and in hindsight he should have been better prepared for his interference. 

"Fucking Vincent... of course he’d do some shit like this. Just because he comes from some rich family he thinks he's the only one that can get the spotlight... selfish prick." 

Of course that had left him with only forty minutes to somehow recover his act in time for the performance, which he was stuck doing by himself, his partner of course leaving it all to him as soon as he saw the damage. Sure he could always tell the teachers, but considering some of the stuff Vincent had gotten away with before, he may as well try and convince them magic was real.

After finding his act in that state, he decided he needed some time to clear his head, sighing as he mentally prepared himself to try to salvage the performance. 

“Magic always looked so easy! I wish I was as good of a performer as the ones I saw on TV… I bet they could have handled this better than me…”

It didn't take long for him to return to what remained of his act, the sight of its poor condition causing a nervous, annoyed tingling to break out all over his body, sending a shiver through him as he scowled.

"Ok... it's not too late to save this. I can do this. M-my magic show isn't going to get stopped by some rich prick!"

He got to work right away, moving the destroyed pyrotechnics to one side, surprised that they still seemed quite warm, their surface hot to the touch in a way that made the hairs on his body stand on end. It was a brief feeling though, another shiver snapping him back to reality, Harry wondering why it seemed even colder as his smooth, flawless skin brushed against his poorly-made magicians outfit.

It was still annoying that he didn't have the budget for something more professional-looking, but he would take what he would get, especially with how dire the situation had gotten. He put his hat to one side, groaning as he stomped around, his spirits falling even further once he looked again at the extent of the damage he had to repair.

"Fucking hell, he was relentless. Thanks a lot partner... I bet I could fix this quicker if you actually fucking stuck around!" he groaned, accidently stepping into some glitter left on the floor

There was no way he would be able to get it all ready before the show, but he would just have to do his best to make it at least somewhat presentable. The glitter on his shoe was glowing stronger, rising in intensity until it engulfed the poorly-made boot altogether, the tingling feeling building as he pressed his feet together.

It spread the effect, the same glow effortlessly overwhelming his other boot, the harsh stomping sound of his frantic steps shifting into gentle clacks, his height rising as high heels forced their way outwards, the material becoming a tighter and tighter fit. It was a crushing feeling, one that Harry thought felt scarily real until it was finally released with a SNAP.

He gasped in relief, hoping he didn't step on anything important as the pressure finally subsided, his new tiny toes wiggling inside the tight high heels. It went unnoticed by him for now, the boy sighing as he wondered how he would be able to do his act now.

"Goddammit... I just wish I was able to handle all of this in time! I guess I could just try my best though... the only thing holding me back is myself I suppose..."

The reaction that followed was instant, Harry jumping as what felt like a bolt of lightning struck him, yelping in shock as pleasure suddenly surged through his body. 

"G-GAH~!? T-THE FUCK~!? W-WHY- O-OH SHIT~!"

It was unbearably intense, waves of harsh bliss washing over him, frying his nerves, what was once gentle and unnoticeable becoming bold and bombastic. It was acting like the best kind of magician or performer, taking hold of his attention and refusing to let go, his interest surely rising as his body shivered from sexual delight, his cock tenting his pants in seconds.

“O-OH G-GAWD~! FUCKING S-SHITTTTTTTT~!!!! TOO GOOD~! THIS FEELS TOO GOOD~!!!!! W-WHAT’S H-HAPPENING~!?!?!?!?”

Harry screamed in terror, having no idea he only had himself to blame, the magic of the mysterious glitter directly reacting to his wish, blue fog starting to materialise in his mind as his eyes flashed cyan. He clutched his head, moaning as his legs slammed together, corruptive magic spreading from the high heels, eating up the material of his pants, carving a grid into increasingly softening fabric that was suddenly feeling much too small for him.

He wanted to run, to scream for help, but his legs were refusing to follow his desires, something invisible tightly holding them, slowing his moments as he gasped in panic. He needed to stay calm, but nothing was making sense anymore, Harry about to scream for help before harsh feminine laughter cut him off.

“My, my... we can’t have anyone interrupting the show, now can we~? After all, we’re only just getting started~!”

The voice rang out from all around him, echoing through his head and causing him to shiver.

“W-Who said that!? Come o-out! Did V-Vincent put you up to this!? Let me g-gAHHHHHHHHHH~!”

Violent bliss was surging all over, assaulting his body with bursts of pleasure, his fully erect cock throbbing for attention as his eyes glazed over, the blue fog in his mind thickening as his fists clenched instinctively. He heard them shatter, moaning as they collapsed into delicate, feminine forms, swearing he could feel an invisible, soft grip travelling up his arms, rubbing his muscle in all the right places as his body was put at ease.

“Hmph, as if the GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie would be working for anyone’s will but her own! Especially a simpleton such as him. No, Trixie is doing what Trixie wants~.”

She wasn’t making sense, but the voice didn’t seem to care that he didn’t understand, enjoying his terrified confusion when his arm moved without his control, grabbing hold of the fake saw he’d prepared for the show, guiding it up his arm.

“B-but I’m not... stop! W-what are... I don’t want- NO! STOP IT! I COU-“

“No. Trixie is~. Do try and keep up~. And Trixie’s arm has no reason to do what you want and Trixie wants to trim off some fat, so to speak~.”

She hummed a little tune to herself as he shrieked in overwhelming terror, starting to see her burn away at the pathetic amount of muscle he had built up. It was nothing to her though, the invading presence gleefully removing it all, only leaving slim, feminine fat behind.

The saw was long enough for her to take care of both arms at once, forcefully remodelling every inch of his limbs, something similar even taking place with his legs under the unbreakable grip of the spreading stockings.

The worst part was how wonderful it all felt, the pleasure greater and more powerful than anything he had experienced, almost leaving him wanting more.

“OH GAWD NOOOOOHHHHH~!!!!!! STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPP~!!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOHING TO MEEEE~!?!?!?!?!? HOW IS THIS P-POSSBILE~!?”

He squealed as the tights suffocated his legs, his eyes spinning from pure bliss, driving him crazy with lust, his limbs forcibly restructured into ones more fitting of a sexy, extremely feminine supermodel than a man. Harry could sense the presence around him grow, an invisible being grabbing hold and moulding him to its twisted wills.

"Isn't it obvious? And you call yourself a magician~. It's magic obviously~! Trrrrrrixie's GREAT and POW-"

"B-BUT MAGIC D-DOESN'T EX-KYAHHHHHHHH~!!"

He let out a primal wail as the phantom force suddenly struck his cock, his eyes widening as it felt like he'd been kneed in the dick, the pain mixed with even more of the unearthly pleasures. It rushed through him, the fog in his brain swirling around his thoughts as it tinted his pupils blue, his cock spurting out seed as he shook violently.

"Don't interrupt Trixie~."

For a moment he was annoyed too, his eyes wet with tears as he cursed himself for his own ridiculous thought, shivering as his sleeves unravelled into brand new confetti for the performance. He swallowed something in his throat while gasping for breath, his legs wobbling, Harry's very body burning with feelings that he could only describe as magical.

It was too much for him, the raw pleasure rocking his world as it violently surged through him, forcing him to scream in a sexy soprano that was identical to the smug tones going through his mind. It made his thoughts fuzzy with the invading blue, his clothes shifting like water on his body as the invading thoughts chuckled lightly.

"Now... for Trixie's next performance~. She'll make this tacky excuse for a uniform something worthy of her GREAT and POWERFUL magics~! Abraca-TRIXIE~!"

He screamed in panic as pyrotechnics burst all over his body, appearing just like magic as their sparks poured down his form, the section of his shirt that was covering his chest burning away in seconds. It only got worse from there, the loose fabric tightening, his blue eyes feeling like they might pop out of their sockets from how hard his torso was being crushed.

Without sleeves, his jacket was barely needed, most of the fabric moving towards the bottom as it extended into a short, loose skirt, the black turning blue and sparkly as it did nothing to hide his chest. He could feel the unseen hands all over him, forcibly pressing down on him, making him fit the forming outfit whether he wanted to or not.

It was even worse when it finally reached his cock, the forming leotard bearing down on his shaft as he screamed in agonised bliss, his twitching manhood fully visible in the material that was only growing tighter.

It had him in a vice grip, moulding him to its liking, the skintight material determined to remove every piece of unneeded fat in his core, the mass feeling like formless goop, wriggling in a trap while the voice took its sadistic time deciding what to do with it.

She was in his head, she was in his head and she wouldn't come out, tendrils of the fog drilling into his thoughts, messing with his brain as his body shook from the uncontrollable delight.

"GAWDDDDDDDDDD~!!!!! I CAN'T~! I FUCKING CAN'T~! THIS IS TOO MUCH~!!!! P-PLEASE S-STAHP IT~!!!!!"

The pleasure only got worse from there, the mass dislodged from his stomach desperately needing somewhere else to go, the magic forcing it downwards as Trixie laughed in smug, arrogant tones that made his cock rise.

"Trixie has no need for fat in areas such as that~! No no~. The GREAT and POWERFUL TRRRRRRRRRRRRRIXE only has mass in ways that draw in the gazes of her loving crowd~! And they can't ever get enough of Trixie's massive thighs~."

"OH SHIT, OH GAWD NO, PLEASE DON'T DO THAT NONONONO PLEASE NO PLEASE STOP PLEASEPLEAHHHHH~!!!!"

He had barely gotten out his protests before she started, not caring whether he was ready or not as tons of fat was suddenly poured into his thighs. All he could do was wail from the sheer delight, thrashing and convulsing as he fell to the floor, his eyes rolling into his skull as the magical sensations engraved themselves into his core.

To call the feelings overwhelming would be an understatement, utterly dominating a much more accurate term as his thighs grew and grew, expanding with neverending deposits of fat. He screamed and wailed in mindless pleasure, his face aching with pressure from the sheer force of his cries, squishing his thickening thighs together.

"Fufu~. And Trixie's crowd goes wild~! Oh do try and contain your excitement~. The show has only just begun~! And she still has so many tricks to do on her lovely assistant here~."

He was losing, the voice in his mind an untamable force compared to his own mere consciousness, unable to hold back the raw forces of something he had no hope of understanding. She was punishing him for existing, the intense feelings in his thighs not subsiding for a moment as they relentlessly pounded away at his mind, drowning in pleasure as he slammed his assets together, unsure which of them was making them sensually rub away at his shaft.

It was a hellish, addictive act, one that was only increasing the volume of his wails, sparks literally flying off his face like pyrotechnics as his features shifted like a funhouse mirror. His lips plumped, his eyelashes fluttered, puffs of smoke clouding his vision as the shape of his jaw and cheekbones simply disappeared.

He was drowning in femininity, his identity becoming submerged in the enchanting magic bliss as smug thoughts and desires messed with his head, twisting everything to her liking, everything that was his corrupted with her essence.

"NOOOOOO PLEASE~!!!!!!!!! OH FUCKING GAWD TOO GOODDDDD, TOO GOODDDD~!!!!!! P-PLEEEEEEEEE I CAN'T HANDLE BEING S-SO GREAT AND POWERFUL~!!!!! ! GAH SHITTTT~!!!!!! I-I'M SLIPPING~!!!!!"

His words only encouraged her, a smug giggle lazily slipping out as her thighs squished harder against his cock, the sudden contact bringing out his hips with thick, pleasing cracks. It added to the perfection of his hourglass frame, the alluring figure he possessed utterly striking.

It was like his body was being designed for attention, to have eyes on him at all times, and impossible to look away from. Part of him was loving it, Trixie slowly corrupting his desires into acceptance, a fact that was beginning to seem less important as he moaned in smug delight.

He never imagined it would feel so good to slip away, to feel an alien presence pour into his mind and replace him, his moans taking on a smug, pleased tone as the invading spirit squeezed his thigh. Harry came from the feeling of it, the intense sensations surging as streaks of bliss shot through his hair, soft cyan spreading like fire though the unprotected strands as it was softened to perfection.

It flowed downwards like a waterfall of ice, lightly brushing against his neck and chest, teasing him with bliss as his mind was brought deeper into the magical new life, even as traces of resistance weakly bubbled to the surface of his mind.

The concept of this being an illusion was far gone at this point, but that didn’t stop memories and knowledge of tricks and slights of hand engraving themselves into the malleable grey matter that made up his mind. Of course one of the greatest illusions was that wanting this was a choice, Harry fooled just as well as her usual audience, hanging onto her every word.

“POWERFULLLLL~!!!! I’M POWERFUL AND GREATTTTTTT~!!!!! T-TRRRIXIEE~!!!! B-BECOMING TRIXIE~!!!!! FILLING ME WITH MAGICCCCCC~!!!!! CAN’T STOP ITTTTTT~!!!!!”

“Oh yes~. The GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie is quite unstoppable~. Especially by weak-minded boys such as yourself~. You are only a mere bug in comparison to Trixie’s might~! It’s no wonder you wished to be somebody else~.

More tricks worked into his mind, digging into his thoughts and corrupting his old knowledge, his pathetic understanding of magic and tricks eroding into nothingness as the experience of a professional overwhelmed his psyche .

The idea of fighting was laughable, Trixie scoffing as she got to her feet, the roles swapping as Harry suddenly found himself nothing more than a voice in his own head, an observer to what a greater and infinitely more powerful mind could do.

It was truthfully something he barely noticed, Harry’s dazed mind finding itself more focused on Trixie’s hypnotic, tempting words. H-he wanted this? He’d been so certain he hadn’t before, but now he couldn’t recall why. Trixie was better, wasn’t she? S-So it made sense that he wanted to be her!

His eyes spun, Trixie giggling smugly as she picked up the fake wand, her magic coursing though it as the quality turned shiny and brand new, scoffing confidently as she waved it over her hair, a star-shaped hair clip appearing within the strands. Satisfied, she moved onto other things in need of changing, tapping her chest with the wand and moaning happily as her essence poured in.

“AH~! YESSSSSS~!!!!! YESYESYESYESYESYESSS~!!!!! NEED TO LET TRIXIE COME INNNN~!!!!! LET HER TAKE OVER~!!!!! LET HER GREAT AND POWERFUL PERFECTION REPLACE ME JUST LIKE I WANTEDDDDD~!!!!!!!”

She was never one to disappoint such an eager crowd, what was left of Harry embracing the magic with open arms as the full force of it was unleashed. They both cried out confidently, feeling the violent energy surge into his chest, his nipples stiffening as the fog in his mind grew thicker than ever before.

He could barely see himself in all the smoke, the mirrors only reflecting Trixie as his mind spun into her perfection, his own influence fading further by the second. It seemed like only Trixie squealed as fat rushed into her chest, the dam of resistance bursting as it flowed as freely as water.

Her forming breasts felt like expanding water balloons, most of the enticing, jiggly flesh fully visible thanks to her stage outfit, the fat straining against the material of the leotard as her breasts steadily expanded. They surged past b-cups, bouncing into Cs before finally settling at D-cups, looking nothing less than magical as they jiggled with her gentle breaths. 

She was on a roll, giggling as she came out more of the tiny and powerless Harry thoughts, great and powerful Trixie ones replacing them effortlessly.

“Hahhhhh~. Oh this is most enjoyable for Trixie~. The GREAT and POWERFUL magics are oh so effective at taking out the trash~. At least this trash knows when to let his superior handle it~.”

The only response he gave were some dazed murmurs, the fog making his thoughts slow to a crawl, only able to make pleased coos by the time she moved onto her ass. Like before, she tapped it with her wand, adding an extra trick into the mix as she dropped a smoke pellet.

POOF

BOING

“KYAHHHHHHHH~!!!!! OH YESSSSSSSSS~!!!!!! SO BIGGGGGGGG~!!!!!!!”

Nothing prepared her for the sheer influx of mass that was dumped into her ass, the unimaginable pleasure putting her past orgasms to shame as her cock took its curtain call, spraying out every bit of seed it could while her body burnt with delight.

Her thickening ass didn’t seem able to stop growing, straining against the fishnet stockings as it was made as great and powerful as the rest of her. By the time fat finished rushing in, she had never felt more confident, her rear nothing less than gigantic, the sheer size and jiggle demanding attention, just how she liked it.

There was only one thing left now, the last insignificant feature that was in dire need of removal, her pathetic cock twitching at the thoughts, clear fluids dripping from the tip.

“And for her final act, the GREAT and POWERFUL TRRRRRRRIXIE~! Will make this worthless cock… DISAPPEAR~!”

She was in her element, easily taking care of her empty balls with a sudden press of her thighs, their sheer size and mass forcing them back inside with messy SLURPs~! Trixie moaned smugly as the crushed balls morphed into the feminine counterpart, her body pumped full of magical estrogen as only an erect shaft and an almost silent whisper remained of the wannabe magician.

It wouldn’t stay for long, Trixie already having the perfect method in mind for the climax, confidently walking towards the magician's hat and grabbing hold with a furnish. The fabric morphed under her touch, becoming just as high quality as the rest of her outfit. It was perfect for the closing act, her smirk remaining on her face as she slipped her hand inside.

She gasped, her body shaking like a leaf as it felt like her cock had been touched by a phantom pressure, not unlike the magical feelings she had felt earlier in the transformation. Trixie moved her fingers inside, her cock twitching and throbbing as she felt the grip around it change, a few tears sliding down her face from the sheer intensity of the pleasure.

She didn’t let it deter her from finishing the show, giving a harsh shove as euphoria shot though her like a firework, a chunk of her cock sliding inwards with no resistance. It felt like she came several times over, her eager screaming easily overpowering the whisper of her old self as she followed it up with more and more pushing.

The hat was unneeded, but she was always one to end in style, her method one that was more than successful in devastating her manhood. It stood no chance, each push sending another section of the useless thing back where it belonged, every chunk removed filling her with pleasure that was greater and more powerful than the last.

It wasn’t long until almost nothing remained, one last push all that was needed to send the nub of a manhood completely inside her with a satisfying POP~!

“KYAHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!! OH YESSSSSSSSS~!!!!!”

Her show ended in explosive fashion, the completed Trixie staggering back as she caught her breath, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the pleasure, her assets jiggling with every gasp of air. She savoured the sensations, smiling confidently as she steadied herself, giggling while doing a little twirl.

It really was nice of that boy to bring her into existence, the dream self he had buried under his anxiety and worry becoming the dominant force in her mind, given form by some kind of magic, a form she honestly had no idea how came into being...

Still, that wasn’t a concern, her soon-to-be adoring crowd waiting for her just outside, this performance the perfect place for her to show off her great and powerful magic to the world. She did a little practice just in case, tapping her hat with her wand as some animals flew outwards, lifted by her magic as she winked with a smug giggle.

“Perfect~! The GREAT and POWERFUL TRIXIE is finally ready for her grand debut~! Anything else this talent show has will be blown away by her sheer magical talent~!”

She was all ready for her debut now, Trixie not needing to get ready when she had already outgrown the need for his childish illusions, real magic at her fingertips now. There were only a few minutes before the show started, the new magician already wishing she had something to help her pass the time while she was waiting as she frowned to herself.

"Hmph. There must be something that Trixie can do... Trixie could practise... but what would be entertaining enough to bother using more magic o-"

"Harry? Are you here? Ugh, please tell me you managed to salvage something for the show..."

A boy's voice rang out from the hallway, an uninteresting-looking student entering the room before blinking in confusion, staring at the mysterious woman whose outfit left nothing to the imagination. He blushed, stammering as Trixie rolled her eyes.

"O-Oh, hi! I was looking for my friend Harry! I'm Ian. D-did he get you to help the show after the props got smashed?"

While she was annoyed at the presence of someone as dull looking as this boy, an idea soon came to mind that flipped her mood completely, a sinister smile forming as her eyes sparkled with delight.

"Yes, you could say that~. Trixie thinks she's improved the show quite a lot personally~. She just has one last thing to fix before everything's ready~."

She slowly walked towards the nervous, blushing mess of a boy, taking care to put a noticeable sway in her hips to attract his attention. It meant he didn't see the magic gathering in her wand, Trixie more than eager for an encore performance. After all, what kind of magician would she be without a good assistant~? 

"O-oh great! What is it?"

"You~."

Trixie let the confusion sink in for a moment before finally taking action, unleashing the magic from her wand and zapping him with the unfiltered magical energy, his body freezing up as it violently coursed through his body.

Pleasure was rushing through his body, pleasure beyond anything he had ever felt before, the boy unable to move a muscle as he was drenched with buckets of bliss.

"A-AH~!? HOLY S-SHIT~!? W-WHAT DID YOU DOO~!? FUCKKKKKK MY BODY- MY BODY'S ON FIREEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!"

Something burst in his throat, a feminine shriek of bliss leaving him, his wide eyes suddenly shining blue, the euphoria assaulting his hair as a crunch in his jaw forced him to throw his head back. His blonde hair was being consumed, streaks of cyan carving their way through as his strands lengthened at an incredible rate.

It poured all the way down to his ass, purple spreading where the cyan didn't touch, softening the strands and making them perfect and smooth. Ian was lost, his brain a scrambled mess of thoughts and moans, having no idea what was happening to him as the magic remodelled every inch of him, the rest of his face shifting like a funhouse mirror as everything collapsed and shifted into new foundations. 

He was feminised in seconds, his hair magically tied back as he gasped in alarm, only having a moment to process what happened before something struck him directly in the core.

"K-KYAHHHHHHHHH~!!!! N-NOOOOOOOOO~!!!!!!! STAHHHHHHHHPPP~!!!! MY HEADDDDD~!!!!!"

His clothes stripped away, splitting into two as they morphed and shifted, a new cape draping itself over his slimming shoulders, while a black leotard beared down on his fragile form. He squealed and came, his eyes spinning, Ian feeling like his body was being crushed and pressed as unfiltered magic shocked his brain.

He fell onto his ass, cumming and squealing while flailing violently, the mass in his stomach making for lovely breast fat as the leotard repurposed it, his chest surging outwards as it swelled with thick, womanly mass. Ian's legs kicked in desperation, Trixie simply watching in smug delight as his sporty trainers shifted into purple high heels, the pressure building on his boyish feet until they fell to the magic of womanhood.

His toes curled within the purple prisons, his new shoes a perfect fit for his dainty feet, the magic giving him the legs to match as it rushed through his limbs, muscle eliminated in an instant as his knees knocked together from bliss. His legs grew shapely and sexy against his will, looking like they were torn from a wet dream as he blushed, hopelessly trying to get up, until another blast of bliss hit his brain.

She was a mess, her brain being assaulted by images and personality quirks, messing with the waters of her sense of self. Her back crunched into an arch from how much she was thrashing, her hips parting with deafening snaps as her body was made as sexy as possible, almost rivalling Trixie's looks as her twitching arms pathetically deflated like popped balloons.

She couldn't fight it, the name Ian starting to mean nothing to her as her thighs and ass went through the reverse of her arms, swelling with generous amounts of thick, feminine fat. They wouldn't stop growing, the massive assets squishing against each other and crushing the bulge between them.

It forced out spurts of her seed, her former identity pouring out of her brain as something new glimmered inside, the pressure on her cock only worsening as her ass exploded into its new bouncy size. It greedily took all the room in her leotard for itself, the fabric digging into her rear as it bore down on her cock.

She gasped and squirmed, tears streaming down her face as her hands pawed at her crotch, whimpering in need, the desire to hold onto it fading, her eyes widening as she noticed Trixie watching her. Her breathing quickened, her heart beating faster as the need to please became too much, her brain shining with Starlight as she brought an end to her manhood and old self with a final intense push, the magic leaving her utterly perfect.

POP

"KYAHHHHHHHHH~!!!! GAWD FUCKING YESSSSSSS~!!!!!! TRIXIEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!"

She screamed in pure bliss, shaking from the rushes of pleasure as she came for the first time as a woman, her eyes rolling into her skull as she rode the orgasmic high, leaving her panting for breath while she recovered from the intense metamorphosis. Trixie simply smiled, the sight of her completed assistant already filling her with lust, tossing her a spare magician hat her former self had ready, a magically created bunny poking its head out.

Starlight picked up her hat, resting her arm on her knee as she turned to Trixie with a small smile on her face, the other woman giggling with a blush.

"Hey, Starlight. Looks like you... e-enjoyed yourself there! A-as the great and powerful Trixie intended of course."

"Fuck, that was a rush~! I almost feel bad for enjoying that as much as I did... thanks Trix. Have to ask though, was the outfit really necessary?"

"The great and powerful Trixie is not taking questions at this time."

Starlight giggled, getting to her feet with a smile and leaning in closer to her attractive partner, whose blush was only getting stronger.

"Oh of course, ‘great and powerful’ Trixie~. We have plenty of time to celebrate after your grand debut after all~."

Trixie regained her composure at the question, thinking to herself for a moment before shrugging.

"Bah, it's no concern to Trixie. Those feelings are weird anyways, it's how Trixie knew to make you look exactly like this too... but no matter! Trixie and her dazzling assistant must meet their adoring crowd~!”

And so the performers entered the stage for the first of many times, ready to give the crowd a truly spellbinding show…