Katie Ramsey looked at her father with hearts in her eyes. Bill Ramsey drove his only daughter toward a new dinner theater to celebrate her twelfth birthday. He told her he won two meals at the hottest place to dine and be entertained in the entire city. Her father could have taken his new and rather hot girlfriend, Nessa, but he chose to take his daughter instead.
The Ramseys pulled up to the three story brick building that had been converted into the restaurant. Katie stared up at the flashy neon sign with the funny name of The Magic Mushroom.
"Oh, wow, Daddy," the preteen said. "You know how much I love magic."
"I remember Vegas," he replied.
Katie got all warm and fuzzy thinking about the time she saw David Copperhead in that big theater where he made a woman disappear. She had only been nine then, but she wanted to be one of those magician's assistants ever since. She even posed in front of her full length mirror at home in sultry poses. When she got older, she was spending her allowance for costumes instead of just her panties and training bra she practiced in now.
Katie wore an old dress, though she always loved the color. The blue knit almost matched her eye color though it now stretched tight over her small budding mounds. The hem was way too short to wear to school anymore, the girl's legs having elongated several inches since she first received the dress. She was a bit surprised her father hadn't sent her back to her room to change.
Being the birthday girl does have a few advantages.
Bill parked the car and the pair lined up near the entrance doors. As luck would have it, snobby Megan McGinty and her squad of bullies stood two people in front of them. The two girls were not friends even though they sat next to each other at school.
"Look who it is," cried out Megan as the pudgy bulldog lookalike in the pleated tan skirt scanned the line. "It's I-Gotta-Go Ramsey. Are you going to have an accident here too?"
Katie's face turned red as she heard the taunt. The incident, not one of Katie's favorite memories, happened at the art museum during a class field trip. A combination of a long-winded tour guide and the lack of a convenient restroom proved too much for her tiny bladder. Megan loudly christened the area Lake Ramsey-Pee where Katie had stood.
That had been almost three months, but Megan wouldn't let the embarrassing fade away.
"Just ignore her," said her father.
"I usually do, Daddy."
While they waited, a young woman with her hair in a white terrycloth towel and wearing a matching full length robe appeared. She spoke to several of the families as she headed toward the end of the line. "Good evening," she said with a lilting voice. "Thank you for coming. I hope you enjoy the show."
"She's very pretty, isn't she, Daddy?"
Bill Ramsey smiled at his daughter who was hopping up and down excitedly.
"Look," yelled Megan. "Ramsey-pee is going to have another accident." Her friends broke out in laughter.
Katie turned bright scarlet and started to cry. "I wanna go home."
Before Bill could comfort his daughter, the woman stepped over to her. "My, my, what do we have here?"
"I'm sorry," said the embarrassed Katie, trying to wipe the tears from her cheeks.
"Have you ever thought about a job in show business?" asked the woman.
Katie's jaw dropped as her tear ducts dammed themselves. "What?"
"I was searching for the perfect assistant for an act tonight. From what I can see, you have a lithe body, probably the most important qualification for working with magicians and other prestidigitators." The woman glanced toward the curious onlooking Megan. "See that girl. She would be laughed off the stage for being… not limber enough."
Katie heard a tittering from the squad as Megan made a rude gesture at the woman.
"I hope you enjoy the show," said the woman to Katie as she handed something to Bill before moving on.
"She seemed really nice," said Katie, loud enough for Megan to overhear. The girl then noticed her father staring at the object in his hand. "What's that, Daddy?"
"Two tickets to the Myrna the Mesmerist show. If I read this right, these are for a table down front."
"Wow," said Katie. "That's better than the seats in the back for Leopold the Great."
"You wouldn't be disappointed if we changed shows?"
Katie shook her head no. This was turning into the best birthday ever.
The usher showed the Ramsey party to the table in the center of the front row. "This is better than I hoped," said Bill. "We can almost touch the performers."
"I feel special," said Katie.
As the servers brought the salads, Katie glanced around at the couple dozen tables in the intimate room. About half had a father with a young girl or two seated there. A few had both parents with their kids. The only table without adults was Megan and her squad sitting over by the wall. Katie figured the show was going to be appropriate for all ages.
As they ate, a couple of young men went from table to table showing off some close up magic. Katie got to pick the Queen of Hearts from a fanned out deck, and the magician pulled that same card out from behind her ear. He said she would be loved by many in the near future.
The entrees were delicious hamburgers or chicken sandwiches, served before The Great Gasperov levitated a woman, connected five metal rings, and pulled not one, not two, but three rabbits from his top hat. "I wanna fly like that," whispered the star-struck girl.
With the dinner eaten and the tables cleared, the headliner was preparing to appear. Katie could barely control herself, she was so anxious. "This is going to be great."
After a bit, the house lights dimmed, and the room turned black. The spotlight bursting on startled Katie, almost as much as the woman who appeared right next to their table.
"Good evening," said the familiar-looking woman. She no longer wore the towel and robe. Instead, she had a gold-colored gown with a black pocket watch silhouette on the tummy. "I am Myrna, Mesmerist Extraordinaire. I welcome you to an exhibition of the art of hypnotism. Tonight you will witness minds bent to my will using an ancient technique. Unlike other magic shows, I do not rely on tricks or mirrors or even… confederates. Everything you see is quite real."
She paused for a round of applause. She smiled at the crowd with her eyes coming to rest on Katie. The girl felt shivers coursing through her tiny body.
"Let me dispel a few myths," said Myrna. "You may have heard that a hypnotist can force a subject to perform an act against their will. I always take that to mean something like murder someone or the like. Rest assured, I will not urge anyone to harm another person. So if you brought your mother-in-law in hopes of an air-tight alibi, forget it." That brought a round of chuckles from the audience.
"Also, I cannot order someone to have super-human powers. If the chandelier falls, no one is going to catch it. So hope it doesn't fall." More laughter.
"However, if I do suggest a volunteer perform something that would seem out of place, and they harbor such a desire, even in their unconscious mind, the person will undoubtedly do it. The idea of right vs. wrong, or perhaps what cannot be done in polite company, those standards have a tendency to become blurred. Individuality makes the outcome unpredictable. That makes every show unique."
Myrna ascended the three steps to the stage. "I assume you want me to cut short my introduction and move on to the entertainment. A few of you think I should just sit down so they serve the ice cream. I ask you indulge me for just a bit. You will get your… just desserts."
That brought a tittering from a few of the adults.
"For the next few minutes, I ask for complete silence as you listen to the words from my mouth. Close your eyes while you stare at the tiny green dot at the back of the blackness of the stage. Listen to each and every word while you clear your mind…"
Katie followed the woman's instructions as best she could. Her mind continued to think about how happy she was.
"You have entered a light sleep, still aware of my voice and your surroundings. You try to open your eyes but they can only see the green dot when they are closed. Good. In your sleep your body is becoming transformed. Your right hand has developed a mind of its own. It thinks it wants to float away. It is incredibly light, lighter than a balloon and is starting to float away. Don't worry. Don't try to hold your hand down. Let it float skyward. Trust me. I haven't lost a flying hand yet."
Katie almost giggled until she realized her hand was straining to fly up to the ceiling.
"Your hand is now at its greatest height. I will touch some hands. If I touch yours, leave the table and take a seat on the stage."
Katie waited anxiously, sure she would be picked. But she heard several pairs of feet clomp up the steps and wondered when her turn would come.
"I have my volunteers, save one," said the woman. "Your hands will grow heavier. They will now float down. When they touch your lap, you may open your eyes, but you will not wake up yet."
Katie's hand drifted down, landing with its mate in her lap. She opened her eyes, almost ready to cry in frustration. She was so sure she would be picked for a volunteer.
The six on the stage were all teens or preteens, two boys and four girls including Megan. Now the birthday girl was really going to cry. It was like the worst present ever.
"Come with me," said a soft voice as the woman touched Katie's shoulder.
Almost like her whole body was now as light as her hand had been, the girl practically floated up the stairs. "This is my assistant for tonight's performance. What is your name?"
"K… K… Katie," she stammered.
"And Katie, what brings you here tonight?"
"It's my birthday," she said, realizing her horrible present had been exchanged for the best one ever.
"And how do you feel?"
"Wonderful. And so happy."
"I'm glad to hear that, my dear. Have we ever met before?"
"Just in the line outside," came her honest answer.
"Good. Always tell the truth. Now Katie, do you know what my assistant does?"
The girl shook her head. She knew what they did in a magic show. The girls posed and helped the magician with the props. Her father said they were eye candy to distract the audience. But this was different. She didn't see disappearing cabinets or the saw a girl in half tables. There wasn't even a table to put a top hat on.
"You, Katie are going to help me with the other volunteers. You will assist them with their part of the act. I will tell you exactly what you will do with them. Can you do that?"
"Oh, yes," said the excited girl. This was getting better and better.
"We should go over and meet the others." Myrna took two steps before touching Katie's shoulder again. "I almost forgot. As beautiful as your dress is, to be my assistant, you need a costume to match mine. I happen to have it right here. Don't you think it's the most beautiful thing ever?"
Katie's eyes went wide as she gazed on the garment held up by the Mesmerist. She had truly never seen anything like it. "May I try it on?" the preteen asked.
"Yes, but we don't have time for you to find the dressing room. I'm sure no one will mind if you put it on right now."
Katie didn't hesitate, her mind just wanting her body to be enclosed by the magnificent fabric. It looked so silky and airy, almost like it wasn't even there. She wouldn't mind wearing it to school instead of the woolen skirt and sweater she had to now.
After taking a deep breath, Katie pulled her blue knit dress over her head, leaving her in a cute white training bra and frilly pink panties. The latter had been a present from Nessa who said the drawer filled with the My Petite Possum panties had to go, too childish for someone who was approaching her teen years.
Katie reached for the costume, but Myrna pulled it back. "My dear, this is a form-fitting garment, one that just must be worn as close to the bare skin as possible. Wearing anything underneath would spoil the illusion."
"Of course," said the girl. Without another thought, she unclasped the training bra and let it fall down her arms. She stood stock still for a minute as the cool breeze tickled her puffy little nipples that barely rose above the hardly there mounds. She wasn't sure she needed it yet, but Nessa had taken her to Forever 12 just to pick it out.
"You look beautiful," said Myrna. "But you still have another undergarment to remove."
Katie hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the panties and quickly wiggled them down her legs. She never thought to try to hide her bare slit or ass. She only thought of donning the costume.
Myrna held out the garment, just out of arm's length from the girl. "Follow it around," the woman said as she slowly circumnavigated the area around the pirouetting preteen. "Katie, my beautiful assistant," Myrna said when she finally stopped and handed the garment to the girl. "Be careful touching it. The fabric can be torn if you are not extra cautious."
The audience watched as first one foot and then the other inserted into the garment. Katie gingerly inched the fabric up her body, mindful of any stray stubble that might snag the delicate textile. With her waist covered, she inserted her arms to the costume. Pulling it over her shoulder, her hands searched for the zipper pull.
"Don't bother," said Myrna. "Your costume is open from your neck to your navel. How does that make you feel?"
"Sexy," said the preteen. She couldn't imagine having an area of bare skin like that showing, but right now, she was in heaven. She half hoped her father would let her buy the costume after the show, no matter how much it was.
"Spin around," said Myrna so everyone can see how beautiful the garment looks on you. While the girl pirouetted on her own, the woman smiled. There were very few images so beautiful in the world as that could match that of a twelve-year-old girl without a stitch on.
The audience applauded the display, which Katie thought reflected on the garment. She smiled to everyone, but above all her father. Pleasing him was especially satisfying.
"Now, let us meet our volunteers," said Myrna. The pair walked over to the row of chairs. "Tell us your name and your age."
"Charlie," said the thin girl with curly blonde hair. "I'm only ten."
"Emmie," said the slightly chubbier girl with her brunette locks in a page boy cut. "I'm twelve and a half."
"Bobby," said the pimply-faced boy fidgeting in his seat. "I'm thirteen."
"Derek," said the other boy with two stray hairs on his chin. "I'll be fifteen next month."
"Rowan," said the red-haired girl with a face full of freckles. "I'm thirteen also."
"Megan," said the thick girl with raven black hair. "I'm twelve."
"Katie, as my assistant, you should greet each of the volunteers with a kiss."
The preteen hesitated for a moment, not so much because of kissing girls, but that last one was her sworn enemy. So she easily planted kisses on the lips of Charlie, Emmie, Bobby, Derek, and Rowan. She actually enjoyed that part. All the slumber parties had gotten her used to touching lips and twining tongues together. But for Megan, she only gave a quick peck on her cheek.
"Is Megan your grandmother?" asked Myrna. "I think she could do better, don't you think?"
The audience applauded loudly, forcing Katie to redo her osculation with Megan. By pretending it was Chris Young, she found it palatable. But she could never reveal the action to Chris. The two were destined to be cheerleaders together and such feelings might make it awkward.
"Well, I think we should liven up the show," said Myrna. "Let's have a dance-off between Emmie and Charlie."
On cue, music flooded the room, and the two girls began to gyrate to the tune.
"That's pretty hot," said Myrna. "So hot that you are sweating in your dresses. You need to cool down by removing your outerwear."
Not skipping a beat the pair lost their dresses and continued with the dance. Emmie had a beige training bra and light purple bikini panties. Charlie didn't even have that, wearing only a baggy pair of My Petite Possum panties. As she danced, the stretched out brief let gravity do its thing and it slid down her flat ass in a few moments.
"Katie, help Charlie with her wardrobe issue."
The preteen assistant at first tried to pull the panty up, but then fell to her knees and yanked it down the dancing girl's legs. While she knelt there, the song ended abruptly, and Katie found herself face to face with Charlie's pussy. She didn't know why, but her tongue flicked out and began licking the slit of the ten-year-old. Charlie's legs bowed a little, allowing a little more access to her virgin valley.
The audience applauded, encouraging the spontaneous action. Emmie appeared a bit peeved for not getting the same reception, but chose to sit down.
"Boys, front and center," said Myrna. "Why did the chicken cross the road?"
Both boys shrugged. "To get to this stage," said the Mesmerist. "In fact we have two of the best chickens around right here. Strut your feathers boys."
While The Chicken Dance played, Bobby and Derek did their best rooster imitations. No self respecting chick would have given either the time of day, but the old hens in the audience shouted their encouragement. "Don't hide those gorgeous thighs and drumsticks," said Myrna. Shirts flew off followed by their jeans.
When Myna yelled, "One more time," two sets of boxers flew out into the crowd as the rowdy roosters exhibited their not insubstantial cocks.
At the end of the song, the boys collapsed into their chairs. "Katie, show Emmie and Charlie what to do to relieve to overwrought cocks."
The assistant knelt in front of Derek's left leg, motioning Charlie to a similar position at his other leg. Katie stuck out her tongue and began to lave the underside of the stiff member protruding from the splayed groin. The ten-year-old mimicked the older girl as both bathed the cock in their saliva. The naughtiness of the action made Charlie's eyes almost twinkle.
With Derek receiving his reward, Katie turned toward the other chair. Bobby already had Emmie's mouth greedily enveloping his stiff dick. Katie smiled at the obviously experienced girl and returned to assist Charlie.
The audience murmured its approval, encouraging the female volunteers to bring the boys off.
"And stop," said Myrna. The three girls sat back, much to the consternation of the two horny boys. "Rowan, it appears Megan is in need of being walked on a leash. Take her outside and let her water the tree."
The red-haired girl took an invisible tether from Myrna and hooked it to an equally invisible collar on the neck of the final volunteer. The pair then paraded around the stage, stopping occasionally as Megan marked some imaginary landmark. The audience laughed at the antics of the girl on her hands and knees plodding along just like a real bulldog.
When the pair had made a circuit of the stage, Myrna spoke up. "Bring the little bitch home and tie her up to her chair."
Rowan did as she was ordered. "Now, remove the clothes that make you so hot."
The teenager stripped out of her sweater and jeans, followed by the light blue bra and matching panties. Without modesty, she stood in front of her chair, her perky A cup boobs and hairless pussy on display for the audience to gawk at. Rowan had a solid body, a little more curvy than the others, but not yet womanly.
"Bitch, lick your mistress' cunt."
Megan raised her paws, putting them on the chair on either side of Rowan's hips. Noisily, Megan licked the exposed nether region as she wagged her backside at the crowd.
"Katie, retrieve Bruce from the wings."
The confused assistant followed Myrna's gesture toward the side of the stage. She had no idea what she expected to find. Certainly not the live bulldog on a real leash. The stagehand relinquished the lead and motioned for the girl to return to center stage.
Plodding along, Bruce headed for the backside of the occupied Megan. The bulldog's nose snaked under the preteen's short skirt. Myrna reached over and flipped the hem onto the girl's back, exposing her aqua panty-covered plump ass. "Katie, remove her covering."
The assistant pulled the garment down her enemy's legs and over her feet. Bruce showed his pleasure by unleashing his tongue onto the exposed pussy. Megan turned sideways and dropped so her forearms hugged the ground and her chin touched the floor. This left her ass raised. Bruce accepted this as an invitation and began to hump the girl.
Myrna made a subtle gesture and Katie fell to the floor, mirroring Megan's position. Derek rose from his chair and mounted the young assistant doggie-style.
Katie felt his cock rip through the fabric of her costume and bury itself all the way inside her. She wanted to yelp, but knew an assistant should be seen and not heard, no matter if she had a sharp pain. Derek rammed himself into the preteen, much as Bruce was doing to the other.
Bobby picked up Emmie and pushed her onto her back in a missionary position. They fucked like minxes behind Derek. That left Rowan who was eating out little Charlie sitting on the chairs.
Katie peeked toward the audience, locating her father staring right at her. His arm shook back and forth as he jerked himself off to the scene on the stage. Other daughters sat bare-chested with their fathers visible under the tables. Mothers let their kids access their exposed tits.
She felt Derek spew his semen deep inside her body. As he did, she reached behind him, pulling herself back and holding him inside. At the same time, her body began quivering in climax.
Behind her, Emmie screamed in ecstasy and even Megan grunted as Bruce shot his doggie sperm into her. And the stage spotlight went dark.
The smattering of house lights made the dinner theater look spooky. Bill Ramsey, looking rather disheveled, stood there by his daughter, holding her blue knit dress and underwear. Katie was still dressed in her assistant's costume.
"You were really good, Katie," said her father.
"Oh, Daddy. You have to say that. I'm just glad they let me keep this outfit." She spun around, sticking out her chest in pride. "I'm just sorry that Derek ripped the fabric, down there."
Myrna the Mesmerist tottered over to the pair. "My, oh my, was that not the best show. You were an excellent assistant, Katie."
"Thank you. I really, really loved the show. I'll never forget it."
Myrna rubbed the girl's bare tummy. "I'm sure you won't. You were the best assistant since my sister."
The door to the lobby opened and a figure walked in. "I wonder who that could be," said Myrna with a smile.
"Nessa," said Bill as he recognized his girlfriend.
The new arrival kissed her boyfriend before doing the same to the other woman. "Hello, Sis," said Nessa. "How did it go?"
"Perfect," said Myrna, speaking as though the others weren't there. "You were right that she is photogenic. I think we can get a couple dozen sets taken before she starts to show."
"So you think she's going to catch on the first try?"
Myrna nodded. "You did the calculation on her fertility, dear sister. Besides, I gave her and her father post-hypnotic suggestions to fuck her every night until she is." She looked at Nessa's pouting face. "Don't worry. He'll do you too. I want to see both of you sporting baby bumps very soon."
Nessa pulled Katie next to her. "Let's go home and I'll give you your birthday surprise."
"Oh, boy. What is it?"
"Thanks to my sister, I'm going to make you my little sex slave."
"That's going to be fun," said Katie.
"Yes it is."