I passed the wand along her body starting at her left hand and continuing down along her chest towards her feet. I made an exaggerated loop as if her breasts were comically large and continued as the crowd laughed and officer Staci squirmed.
By the time I'd brought the wand pack up and touched it to her right hand I'd finished my next wishes and slipped the wand down her sleeve.
Playing to the crowd I pretended to root around with it before pulling the wand out. Attached to the tip was one end of a lacy, bright red bra--the sexiest bra Staci owned! As I tugged it out of her sleeve the bra she was actually wearing disappeared and her breasts sagged into a more natural position. Caught in the other end of the bra strap was the matching red lace thong. As it popped free of her sleeve Staci's panties vanished from under her clothes.
I turned to the crowd and waved the underwear on my wand back and forth. The young boys and many of the older men cheered with approval. Officer Staci was blushing furiously, jaw clenched so her grin was more of a grimace of anger, but she was still constrained to being a good sport. I waved the wand up and down and wished the sexy underwear onto Officer Staci under her uniform. Immediately her breasts perked back up, though it appeared her lover must like seeing her spill out of her top, because her breasts were clearly overflowing the cups of her bra.
The crowd was roaring happily so I decided to make a few more adjustments. In a flash the pained and offended looks on some of the women in attendance vanished and they began clapping along with the men. As far as they were concerned, seeing a police woman get embarrassed a bit was perfectly fine, and many were discovering latent lesbian tendencies as they concluded that they liked how her breasts looked, and that seeing her clothing removed had been as arousing for them as it had been for the men.
I held up a hand to quiet the crowd and caused my magician's top-hat to levitate into it. I showed the inside of the hat to the crowd, running my wand around to show there was nothing hidden, then handed the hat to Staci.
"Next we have a fine trick, if my assistant will be so kind as to put on my hat..." As soon as she had it on her head water began rushing out of the hat, drenching officer Staci in seconds. As she stood in her own personal waterfall I smiled and waved to the crowd, then reached over and lightly tapped the top of the hat. The water slowed to a trickle, and the hat began to wiggle back and forth. Officer Staci slowly reached up and removed the hat.
Perched in her hair was a large gasping gold fish. As she attempted to look up to see it the fish slipped from Staci's head and slid down the front of her uniform blouse, leaving its tail visible to swish back and forth against Staci's chin.
"If my assistant will hold the hat bottoms-up at her waist?" I said in a loud voice and proceeded to use my wand to magically pull her top loose from her pants, raising it higher and higher until it covered her face, revealing the head of the fish trapped between the Staci's breasts and her too-small bra.
With a sudden slick popping noise the fish slipped loose and landed with a wriggle in the top hat. I released Staci's blouse which settled back down, but didn't tuck itself in. With a flourish I took the hat from her and turned it to face the audience, showing that it was once again empty, and dry.
The applause from the crowd was greater than ever, and most of the people in the park had wandered over to see what was going on. Nearby Staci's horse contentedly cropped grass while its mistress was humiliated.
"Now folks," I said, "while it's a fine Spring day it's still too cool to be dripping wet like officer Staci here!" I turned a big smile to the angry woman and asked "Say, when was the last time before this your pants were dripping wet officer?"
"When I laundered them." she replied. She was still smiling, but the look in her eye said that as soon as we were through with the show I was dead meat.
The crowd laughed at her and once again I mugged for them, letting out a "Doh!" to show I wasn't proof against her wit. "Well then, lets see if we can't whip up a spin cycle for you!" I began rotating my wand vertically and wished a swift wind to spring up circling officer Staci. My earlier wishes about the audience accepting such blatent magic as mere legerdemain was worded to include all the new people who'd come over, and they clapped and cheered as officer Staci staggered from side to side as the strong wind whipped around her.
As her clothes dried they began to shrink, her pants cuffs rising out of her riding boots and her blouse pulling tight at the buttons. With a loud pop and some musical tinkles the zipper of her pants ripped open, the material pulling back as the shrinking fabric molded itself to her ass. I'd considered letting the seat of her pants rip, but I wanted those red panties on display.
By now her blouse barely reached to the bottom of her ribs, and with a series of pops the buttons flew off in all directions. As I allowed the wind to die down officer Staci caught her balance and flipped her wind-tossed hair out of her face.
She stood for a moment looking down at her self and began trembling. The bottom button of her comically small top had held, causing the open fabric to perfectly frame the sheer lace of her bra. The flesh of her breasts bulged out at the top of the cups, and her dark pink nipples could be seen winking through.
Below her pants had drawn open, shrinking along the line of her belt. Officer Staci's carpet matched her drapes, which disappointed me a bit; I'd hoped with as much riding as she did that she'd keep her pussy shaved. The pants had split at the seams along her legs and flapped idly around her knees. The only articles of her clothing which hadn't shrunk were her riding boots.
When she raised her head I could see Staci was nearly hysterical, tears in her eyes and a wild look on her face. <i>She</i> wasn't constrained to think my magic was just a trick, she just had to be a good sport about it. The look she gave me showed me how terrified she was. The laughter, clapping, and cheering of the crowd hammering home just how helpless she was.
I put my elbow in one hand and stroked my chin as I tapped my foot. "Tsk tsk, police uniforms aren't made the way they used to, are they?" I asked for the crowd's benefit. "Lets see if I can't come up with a better outfit for my lovely assistant!"
Staci gulped and managed to smile weakly as she looked out at the crowd in her ruined uniform.