The darkened stage was suddenly illuminated by a spotlight.
A group of actors were strolling along an artificial version of New York's Times Square, half of them of in drag as men dressed in fake beards and codpieces. Many of the other half were dressed as older ladies(Who for the most part didn't really exist anymore) or homely nerdy chicks(Which had also become a rarity, and due to their rarity, nerdy homely girls were one of the top fetish categories on PornHub for the past two years).
It was an ordinary day in the big city. The "men" were singing a funny song about how great their male privilege was, while the women humorously sang a version of "America" from West Side Story, except it was about the pros and cons of a patriarchal society.
Some of the younger audience members had to ask their mothers or older sisters why some of those women looked so funny.
Suddenly, a bright pink sun raised in the air and everyone on stage collapsed, and the stage went dark again.
Once the stage once again illuminated, all of the men and old ladies and ordinary looking women had been replaced by the stunningly beautiful curvy and stacked young lesbians underneath theirb costumes.
"I'm...I'm...I'm a hottie!" one of the actresses playing a man said, her beard gone, her flannel shirt struggling to contain her new assets. She groped her tits comedically.
Some of the actors, as well as the composer, heard a woman loudly sigh in the audience.
"Dad!" Nancy whispered loudly enough to be heard by everyone but not to interrupt the procession on stage.
"I'm just saying that's not how it happened" Savannah said to her daughter. "I was fully awake when I changed"
Savannah Tullio, in an attempt to give her family a nice holiday and maybe unload some of the weight of her guilty conscience, had invited both of her daughters Nancy and Emily, Nancy's wife Kendra, Savannah's ex wife Lydia, and Lydia's new wife Hermione to the opening night showing of the new Broadway musical, creatively titled "The Great Change: The Musical".
Both of Savannah's daughters were snuggled against either side of her, while Lydia was further down the row, holding tightly onto Hermione's hand.
Savannah and Lydia, who both hated musicals, occasionally mouthed and signed to each other from across the row. It didn't take the Sorceress Supreme to understand Lydia's mixed feelings about the asshole who walked out on her and the kids was trying to be a part of their life again through bribery.
Savannah thought to herself that Katerina, as scary as she could be, didn't hold a candle to Lydia in the ball busting department. Very few did. Not that Savannah had balls anymore.
The busty sorceress listened lovingly to Nancy, who was a big theater nerd, go on about how much fun this was, pointing out that the composer was the former Marc Shaiman, a name to be reckoned with in the theater world, who was now Mary Shaiman, a young brunette minx.
"Oh yeah, she helped with some of the songs in the South Park movie" Savannah noted.
"Yep!" Nancy said with a grin.
Emily also was cooing affectionately to her father about how much she loved her. She saw that Savannah was making an effort, and she appreciated it.
Hermione was simply happy to see the whole family together, which as the good natured person she was(As opposed to the scumbag she had been as a man), was all that Hermione really wanted.
A few hours later, the family was in the lobby of the theater.
"Well that's enough showtunes for me for the next twenty years" Savannah said drolly. Nancy playfully hit her.
"Oh no Dad, I'm definitely seeing this again and you're coming with me. And you you need to take me to Russia sometime. I want to see the Bolshoi Theatre in person. It looks so beautiful!"
"Honey, I can take you to a dimension that's literally a 24/7 musical. It's annoying as hell, but nothing's too good for my princess."
Nancy's pouty lips widened into a shocked but excited face.
"Really?!?"
Lydia the gave Savannah a "Don't you fucking dare corrupt her anymore than you already have, you magical bitch" look.