“We’re all familiar with Carolyn’s presence at a party” I began, ignoring her glare. “And what good magician wouldn’t perform a vanishing act?”
Carolyn looked at me in alarm. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean!” she said. A couple of guys in the audience yelled their approval, no doubt hoping I was talking about her costume. “Don’t worry” I replied, “you won’t be vanishing, or at least not all of you”.
I raised my hands again, muttering under my breath. There was a stage flash and puff of smoke, which cleared to reveal Carolyn staring around nervously. It took her a moment to register what had happened, but the gasps from the audience showed that they’d seen the change immediately. Where Carolyn’s costume had previously hugged her impressive cleavage, she was now almost totally flat – barely an A-cup. Her hands instinctively clutched at her chest and now-baggy costume. I pointed again, and there was another flash; this time the smoke cleared to reveal her previously voluptuous hips and backside shrunk to boyish proportions.