Jeremy turned and looked down slightly at Magic Maurice's dark, hypnotic brown eyes. his bushy black eyebrows softened. His mustache twitched above his grin. He was fondling the sucker in one hand, and then he started to save it back and forth in front of Jeremy's face. That cheery aroma swirled around him. "Listen closely to these magic words," Maurice said, as he waved the sucker like a magic wand. "Ippity Oppity, oogity ban. Jeremy feels like a big strong man. Spick and span and safe and clean. Let's see what he's like as a fresh-faced teen. Presto Change-O! Age-Re-Arrange-O!
Suddenly Jeremy felt incredibly funny all over. Like his body was turning to silly putty. Like his arms and legs were stretching into goofy rubbery bands. It all happened so fast, but he felt himself spin around, slide on the stage like it was made of ice. His clothes seemed to puff outward. His erection stiffened even as his underwear slackened. His chest hair itched and tickled. His beard felt numb and prickly.
And suddenly, he stood, dizzy, horny, and feeling all-around awkward. He glanced down. His clothes were ill-fit. His dress shirt sleeves crept too far down his hands. The waist line of his pants sagged, and the cuffs drooped over his now roomier shoes. "Hey man what happened to me?" He voice came out crisp and scratchy, the voice of a high school teenager! He turned his hands around, and noticed how young and smooth they looked. He brought his hands to his face and felt how incredibly smooth his cheeks were. "This can't be possible."
The audience cheered and applauded. He was vaguely aware of a standing ovation, but he was much more concerned with what had just happened to his body. He turned toward Magic Maurice. "What did you do to . . ." But his voice trailed off, because suddenly his perspective was all wrong. He was looking up--UP--at the short stocky magician. How could he be shorter than that pudgy goof?
"I think you should take a look at yourself." Magic Maurice suddenly whipped up a sparkly cloth, held it high and yanked it down. Behind it, a full length mirror appeared out of nowhere. "You're a strapping young man!"
Jeremy gasped. There in his reflection stood a young boy, no older than 16. His hair had lightened, his beard was gone. And he looked very silly in his too-big menswear. His raging teenage hardon was helping to hold up his pants, but the waistline sagged enough to reveal the rumpled bottom of his blue button-down. He brought his hands to his face in disbelieve. "That can't be me," but his teenage voice was confirmation enough.
"I think it's a good look for you. Snarky teenager, obsessed with his phone," Maurice put his arm around him, patted his chest. "You lost a little muscle, not to mention body hair there, junior." The audience laughed. "And of course, you're too young for that drink now. Hopefully you can still drive home. Is there an age restriction on this club? Young Jeremy might be in violation." Peals of laughter echoed.
Jeremy blushed even brighter red. Feeling the magician's arms around him sent ripples of pleasure through his body. Feeling how the man was not taller, bigger than him made him feel not only helpless and humiliated, but hopelessly aroused, like a teenager would be.
Magic Maurice then turned Jeremy around for the audience to appreciate again. "What do you think folks. Better this way right?" Everyone applauded, and Jeremy began to wonder if everyone in the audience was under this man's spell too. Would they applaud at anything he showed them? Or did they really think this was all an act, and they were into it?
Maurice kept patting Jeremy, rubbing his arms, drawing attention to how loose his clothes were, and it was driving him wild with desire. He panicked when Maurice lifted the sucker again. If he puts that in his mouth, I'm going to explode in my pants, he thought. "Please, man. You gotta undo this," he said.
"Why? Don't you want to go back to high school?"
"I can't, I have a job! I . . . I just can't be like this . . ."