He returned with a circle of grey fabric with a roll of more fabric round the edge. He dropped it on the floor in front of her before taking her by the hand and guiding her to step onto it. "Hands up!" he called. She raised her hands above her head as he raise the rim of cloth around her to wrist level. After about three seconds of shaking fabric of the bag he had drawn up around Jenny, Terry lowered the rim and guided her back out.
The crowd responded spontaneously to the miracle they had just seen. Only the stage manager and the people in the studio gallery knew that the magician was doing unplanned stuff. While Terry took the costume change bag back to the wings, one of the floor crew turned one of the monitors towards Jenny so she could see how she was dressed now.
Jenny took in her change of costume and caught between the urge to turn about to show off the comstume and the desire to faint, because she had never been seen in such revealing costume, except at the beach. Neither impulse won out, so she there looking totally stunned, until the magician returned.
During that wait, with the help of the image on the screen and several glances down she took in the clothes that definately were not the clothes she had been wearing while she was being groomed to be Terry's assistant. Her white blouse and bra had disappeared, to be replaced by a pink bikini and a tight sleeveless pink bolero jacket that enhanced her cleavage to an extent, she assumed would usually require expensive and highly restictive lingerie. Her hair, which had flowed down to her shoulder blades was now mostly in a bun high on the back of her head, apart from the short ponytail that emerged from the bun. As she reached up to feel the bun and ponytail, to see if it was a wig that just happened to match her hair colour, she saw she had baggy sleeves from elbow to wrist, in a near tranparent material the same pink as her new top. Her fingers reached her hair and confirmed to her befuddled brain that there was nothing added to her head, but a pink ribbon around the base of the bun and a few hairgrips. Now she looked down, wondering what had become of her grey work skirt, her stockings, her shoes and, yes, even her knickers; it was at this point that she was seen to blush to almost become redder that her pink outfit. She saw she was clad from waist to knee in harem pants in the same sheer pink material as her sleeves, thankfully a swag of heavier pink cloth draped from the waist band not leaving her exposed. The final item of clothing was a pair of curly-toed slippers in the same pink.
As Terry came back, Jenny asked, "What happened to the usual little black dress or the red sequined number?"
Terry placed the board he was carrying on the floor where it stood on some four inch feet. "You may have noticed that I am sometimes a bit unconventential, so why would I want you in a boring old assistant's outfit. Besides, you look wonderful in that costume," several male members of the audience whistled their agreement, "and it won't get damaged by what I have planned."
This speech did not comfort Jenny, especially as while he was making it he had guided her ankles to a pair of cutouts in the edge of the board and fitted another stock section, thus trapping them with her slippers pointing under the board.
"Hey! What are you doing?