"Oh, I don't know," you start to say.
"Oh, but you must!" says the woman next to you lifting your elbow.
"Yes, you go up there," says the guy on your other side using both
hands to help your elbow and shoulder up and out of your seat. He
pushes you in the direction of the aisle. He says to the person next
him, "This should be good."
"You can do, boy!" cajoles another.
"Come on get up on stage!"
Catcalls and applause drive you to the steps and up on to the stage.
"So what do you want me to do?" you ask nervously as you blush.
"Well, for the moment stand there," says Morpho looking you up and
down, "My your disheveled,let's get you straightened up, shall we?"
His assistants rush over, tuck in your shirt, straighten your collar,
comb your hair, adjust the cuffs on your pants. While the woman blocks
the audience's view the guy shoves his hand inside your trousers and
adjusts your cock balls to enhance your bulge as you gasp in surprise
and turn beet red.
"There, that's better. But what's this?" the magician says as his
assistants retreat to opposite sides of the stage.
Morpho grabs a red thread that is sticking out of your shirt pocket.
He pulls the thread. About a foot of thread comes out, then tied to
the thread is a yellow kerchief, next a green handkerchief, and then
another brightly colored one. He pulls faster and faster, kerchief
after kerchief pile up at your feet. There's now way, but they seem
to all be coming out of your shirt pocket. He seems to be stuck or
have run out after pulling out at least 50 handkerchiefs. He makes a
show of stretching his hands and arms. Then he assumes a tug of war
position with the rope of scarves and pulls. The next scarf - isn't a
scarf. It's your left sock tied to the kerchief.
The audience laughs. You feel your barefoot inside you shoe, and pull
up your pant leg to show it's your sock. You pull up your other pant
leg. That sock is still there. The magician tugs again, and your
other sock is now tied to the first sock and your ankle is bare.
"How did you-?"
"Magic, my boy!"
The audience is applauding. He pulls again, and you're shirtless, the
shirt hangs between the sock and a blue scarf which is coming out of
your crotch.
"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to pull your stuffing out!"
You turn beet red again, and glare at the male assistant. He must
have put that scarf in there when he adjusted you.
"Well, I have to run out of scarves sooner or later!" Morpho says
pulling again.
More scarves, and more scarves. This is impossible!
Someone in the audience shouts, "Where are they coming from? Did you
stuff them up his ass?"
Morpho pauses to sniff the latest scarf. He announces to the
audience, "Only if his ass is garden fresh!"
The pile of scarves is knee high now. Another tug, and your belt comes
out with a scarf on either side of it.
"Hey, I'm running out of clothes," you say, "I think this has gone far
enough."
"Oh, but there's still more!"
Another tug and the audience howls, as the magician steps back six
feet, your knotted pants leg is in his hand, and the other pant leg is
hanging knotted to a pink scarf which is coming out of the fly of your
boxer briefs.
You cover your crotch and blush.
"Now I am out of clothes!"
"Not quite!" he says pulling with a flourish.
Two dozen paisley scarves are added to the heap.
" Should I keep pulling?" he asks the audience.
"No! Please stop," you plead.
The audience shouts, "Take it off! Take it off!"
What kind of show is this?
He pulls hard and your boxer briefs are no longer wrapped around you.
Two ostrich feather fans cover your nakedness before anything is
revealed - you hope. Where did those assistants and fans come from so
suddenly. They were both on opposite ends of the stage. Now they're
next to you.
"Can I have my clothes back?"
"Not just yet. You hold the fans, while my two lovely assistants wheel
out the cannon."
The male assistant audibly grinds his teeth at being called lovely,
but he hands you his fan, as does his female counterpart. They move
across stage, and behind the curtain. They appear wheeling a big
brightly painted prop cannon. The assistants rush and roll up all your
clothes and the scarves into a huge ball that they shove into the
cannon barrel. They aim the cannon at you. There's a drum roll.
Morpho's wand becomes a burning sparkler and he lights the fuse. He
and his assistants cover their ears. The fuse seems to fizzle out. He
goes to investigate. His assistants look flummoxed. It's all part of
the act. He kicks the cannon wheel and KA-BOOM!