Becoming Angelyne

"Deep sleep Brenda! Good girl."

Down she went.

"Brenda as you pull out your business card you're going to find that your job title has been changed to 'Magician's Assistant' and that the company you work for is 'Magnifico the Magnificent'...and...eyes open!"

Brenda pulled out a card. "Here it is!" she exclaimed. She looked at it. This couldn't possibly be right, could it?

"What's it say Brenda?"

Brenda read the card but not before admiring the subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. It even had a watermark. "Brenda McGee....M...M...Magician's Assistant Magnifico the Magnificent."

Brenda couldn't believe it. She was sure she wasn't a magician's assistant. But her card said otherwise...it also meant....it also meant she lost on the $200. She looked horribly crestfallen.

"Brenda what's wrong?" Magnifico asked with concern.

"I...I am a magician's assistant. Your assistant!" Brenda pointed at Magnifico. "I guess I'm not getting that $200. I really wanted to get some new shoes!"

Laughter all around.

"Don't be sad Brenda!" Magnifico said. "Magician's assistant's make great money! I'm sure you'll make that $200 easy." Magnifico turned to the crowd and shook his head 'no'.

"Really?!" Brenda said, her spirits uplifted.

"Absolutely!" Magnifico reassured her. Once again, an aside to the crowd as he shook his head and mouthed the word, "No."

"Now why don't we do some tricks for these good folks!" Magnifico said, and he helped her stand.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the Beautiful Brenda, my lovely assistant!"

Applause.

"Now for our first trick, we are going to demonstrate our psychic abilities! I am going to have Brenda pick a card out of this deck...and she will look at it...without showing it to me...and by using the power of our minds...I will tell you what the card is! Brenda are you ready?"

"I am ready!"

"I am ready, what?"

"I am ready...uh now!"

"No I mean you're supposed to use my name! Try again! Brenda! Are you ready?"

"I am ready, Magnifco!"

"Magnifico the what?"

"Magnifico the Magnificent!" said Brenda, trying desperately to get on with the trick.

Magnifco fanned out a deck in front of her. She was about to pick a card when suddenly....Magnifico deftly tapped her on the forehead and gave her this command as her eyes closed:

"Brenda, when you look at your card I want to exclaim proudly and loudly what the card is. You will not remember telling me the card and will be absolutely astonished when I tell you what it is!"

He tapped her again and her eyes opened, focused intently on the cards.

Brenda took a card, looked at it, and the proudly exclaimed, "THE SEVEN OF SPADES" and quickly held the card tight to her chest so Magnifico could not see it.

Magnifico collapsed the deck and held it to his temple.

"I'm sensing a card missing...is it...is it...the seven of spades?"

Brenda jumped up and down. She was so excited the trick had worked.

"Yes, yes!" she exclaimed. And she showed the card to the crowd.

Magnifico turned to the crowd. "Now if only I could hypnotize all of you, this magic thing would be a snap!"

Magnifico paused for a moment. Someone was speaking to him in his earpiece. It was a woman's voice he knew quite well. Hard not to recognize that high squeaky voice. "I want to audition her. I want to see how she looks." the voice said. Magnifico nodded his head, knowing his acknowledgement would be relayed back.

Magnifico took the card back from Brenda and looked at her a moment...as if something was off.

"Brenda?" He asked slightly skeptically.

"Yes?"

"Is your name really Brenda?" He asked again.

"Yes of course!" I showed you my card, Brenda McGee! Magician's Assistant!"

Magnifico quickly stepped in close and tapped Brenda on the forehead.

"Sleep for me Brenda, but remain standing. Good girl."

Brenda's head drooped, but she remained upright. Magnifico addressed the crowd. He spoke in slightly hushed tones as if not to alert Brenda.

"Folks," he said. "I don't want to alarm anyone...but I think we've ensorcelled a celebrity in disguise!"

He looked at Brenda.

"She might look like Ms. Plain Jane from the great plains, but I am starting to suspect she is actually a famous Hollywood personality in disguise, having a laugh at our expense!"

Magnifico walked over to the van. Someone had placed a large blond wig, a white blouse and some sunglasses on the chair. Magnifico retrieved them and walked behind Brenda. He adjusted her head up.

"Head up!" he commanded and she stood up tall. He placed the wig on her head. He slid the oversized white blouse over her shirt and buttoned it up. Finally he placed the sunglasses on her. He stood back to admire his handiwork.

Someone from the crowd yelled, "It's Angelyne!"

Magnifico turned and looked at the audience in utter delight.

"Oh my God, you're right!" he exclaimed. "It is Angelyne, the billboard queen of Los Angeles! Here before us in the flesh!"

Magnifico tapped Brenda on the forehead again.

"Brenda open your eyes!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Why didn't you tell us you were actually Angelyne! How about a big round of applause for Angelyne, star of such classic films like Earth Girls are Easy! Why did you tell us your name is Brenda?"

Brenda seemed very confused.

"Uh...I'm not Angelyne. My name is Brenda."

"But you look just like her!" Magnifco insisted. "Who wants a selfie with Angelyne? Come on up here!"

An excited middle-aged man ran forward and gave Magnifico his phone and stood next to Brenda.

"Go ahead and put your arm around her buddy! She's Angelyne! She's used to it!"

Before Brenda could object, the man grabbed her tightly around the waist. Magnifico took the picture and walked the phone over to Brenda to show the both of them. Brenda couldn't understand why she was wearing a wig and sunglasses and this over-sized blouse.

"Wait this isn't right...."Brenda objected. "I'm not Angelyne...she's a dumb blonde! She's a ditz. She's on all those ridiculous billboards. And she's got those ridiculous fake breasts! I don't look anything like her! My name is Brenda!"

Brenda was about to tear her wig off, when Magnifico stepped in and put her back to sleep. He held her close.

"When I tap you on the forehead again, your name will no longer be Brenda. It will be Angelyne. If anyone asks you your name, you will tell them, "My name is Angelyne. Millionaire. I own a mansion and a pink Corvette. Do you understand?" Brenda nodded her head. Tap.

Brenda's eyes opened. Magnifico stepped in quickly before she could make sense of things.

"I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten your name. What is it again."

Automatically Brenda answered, " My name is Angelyne. Millionaire. I own a mansion and a pink Corvette" Brenda was shocked that she'd said that! It wasn't true! Was it?

"I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear that...what was your name again?"

Again. " My name is Angelyne. Millionaire. I own a mansion and a pink Corvette." Again, Brenda found this very distressing. Why was she saying this?

Magnifico seemed unconvinced. He looked Brenda over to see what was missing.

"Well you look an awful lot like Angelyne" he began, "Nice gams. Pretty face. Good bone structure...but something's missing...what could be missing....I know! A giant pair of tits!"

Laughter from the crowd. Shock from Brenda, but before she could object Magnifico moved in close and dropped her once again.

"Listen to me carefully Angelyne, as you know they call them dumb blondes for a very good reason. And as you know, the bigger the chest, the smaller the brain....so what's going to happen...as your chest begins to grow you're going to get dumber and dumber...the bigger your breasts the dumber you are....and open your eyes."

Magnifico stepped back. "So Angelyne, I realized what's wrong...your tits have vanished!"

Brenda looked down at her modest bust.

"But I am Magnifico! And I have with me a magic spell to restore your bust to its former glory! As I chant your mammories will regain their mammoth proportions!"

Magnifico waved his hands and began to chant, "Bippity Bobbity Boobs! Bippity Bobbity Boobs!"

Soon the crowd started in. "Bibbity Bobbity Boobs!"

And then the strangest thing happened. Brenda's boobs began to grow. Not just in her mind. Not an illusion. Not an imaginary tale! But her blouse was starting to rise with a pair of sizable breasts!

Of course Magnifico had activated the concealed remote in hand that started the inflation mechanism on her fake boobs shirt, but to everyone...including Brenda...it seemed like magic.

As Brenda watched her boobs grow, she felt her intelligence fading away just as Magnifico had predicted. Magnifico watched in glee as all signs of intelligence began to fade from her face.

"What's the matter Angelyne" he mocked, "Getting hard to think? Thoughts becoming cloudy?"

Brenda tried to think of a witty response. Something sharp and cutting. But there was nothing. It was like her brain was filling with cotton candy.

"Hey Angelyne!," called Magnifico, "Who's the president?"

"Of what?"

"Of the United States!"

"What about the United Sates?"

"Who's the president?!"

"Of what?"

Magnifico wondered if maybe he'd made her too stupid. Her breasts were at Angelyne size..a pleasant E cup.

"Who is the president of the United States, Angelyne?!" he asked with some exasperation.

"Oh that's easy!" said Brenda. "It's....it's...that guy."

"That guy? Can you be more specific?"

"You know...that president guy!" Brenda giggled. The crowd laughed with her.

In his earpiece, Magnifico was getting word that their client wanted a closer look at Brenda. That she might be a suitable candidate. Time to wrap it up.

Magnifico announced to the crowd that Angelyne's time was almost up, and if anyone would like some selfies, now would be the time. A throng of people crushed in to get their photos taken with Angelyne. Several people made generous tips to Magnifico, and more often to Angelyne, placing a few dollars in her cleavage, which made her giggle.

As the crowd thinned Magnifico had Brenda sit back in the chair by the van.

"Okay Angelyne, " he said "Wave to the crowd. It's almost time for night night."

Brenda waved enthusiastically and people waved back. Magnifico tapped her on the forehead once more.

"Deep sleep my good girl," he commanded. And Brenda collapsed once again like a rag doll. She didn't even notice that the chair she was sitting on was slowly retracting into the curtain by the open van. Once she was all the way in, the van door closed, quietly.

Inside the van was a rather sterile environment. The inside of the transit van almost looked like a doctor's office.

Magnifico entered through the rear doors and removed his hat and mustache. All his majesty, his stage presence, vanished and it was down to business. He tapped Brenda on the forehead again.

"Eyes open, look at me, Angelyne," he said in his Magnifico voice. He removed the sunglasses from her face.

Brenda looked up at him. He was holding her phone in front of her. It unlocked.

"And deep asleep," he commanded as he waved his hands in front of her eyes. Her eyes closed obediently and her head drooped. She had not registered anything in the van. Not the two other people inside, and not naked Stephanie in a wheelchair who was deeply asleep. Affixed to her face was a mask that was attached to a gas canister. On the tip of her finger was a O2 sensor, the results of which were displayed on one of the monitors that lined the other side of the van.

Magnifico handed the phone to the tech sitting there. Immediately he began performing an audit of Brenda's life. He paired the phone with his laptop and began ingesting the data. The other tech began rummaging through Brenda's purse. He pulled out her conference registration ID and other things.

Brenda's life began to appear throughout the screens in the van. Her photos, her social media, her workplace emails, everything.

"What do you think?" Magnifico asked of the techs, in his regular voice.

The first tech was pouring over the data. Clearly he had done this before.

"It's going to take some time to sort through this data," he said. "But my 2 minute evaluation is telling me this: Brenda McGee of Dover, Delaware. Forty-One years old. Masters Degree in Business. Director of HR. Makes decent money. Divorced. Two daughters, grown, living elsewhere. She lives alone. Not even a pet."

Brenda's photos and facebook splayed out next.

"Looking at her photos and facebook...."he continued, "I'd wager she doesn't have a lot of friends. Most of this is work stuff. I'm not seeing many girlfriends, a few, but sporadic. The divorce was fairly recent. It looks like that was her life: marriage, family. After it fell apart she really buried herself in work. Or so it would appear. We'll know more when we dive deeper but my gut instinct is that she's a good candidate. It's not unrealistic to think she might get recruited at a conference like this and decide to stay in California. Not a lot of ties to keep...mostly her daughters but we can keep them at arm's length." The tech addressed the other man who was studying the hypnotized Brenda. "What's your thoughts doc?"

The doctor addressed Magnifico. "Mike, can you have her stand for me please?"

Magnifico, or rather Mike tapped Brenda again. "Stand for us please Angelyne and look straight ahead. You won't register anything you see or hear until I tell you."

Brenda stood up promptly and opened her eyes. She stared vacantly.

"She certainly takes directions well." said the one they called Doc. He looked at her with an evaluative eye. "The height's good. I like her bone structure. Won't require too much work on the face...just a little nip, here and there....can you have her remove her clothes?"

Mike considered the request. At some point, Brenda's hidden observer, the one that's supposed to keep her safe, the one that might realize what sort of danger she's in, should kick in and rouse her from hypnosis. But she took to the suggestions so well. Mike wondered....what if this is what she really wants. Deep down. To be fawned over and admired. To take selfies with her fans. He thought about the hateful things she'd said about Angelyne. Maybe that's what she thought on the surface. But deep down...maybe she wanted to be like her.

"Prepare a needle," Mike said. "Just in case."

Mike gently rubbed Brenda's temples and looked at her closely. "Angelyne," he coo'd. "In a moment I want you to remove your clothes. Just take them off and hand them to me like you've done so many times before. We need to fit you for some new clothes. We're on our way to a photoshoot and we want to try some new outfits before we get there. Everyone here has seen you naked so many times. It's so natural for you to be naked in front of us. You don't even think about it....when I tap your forehead you'll start to get undressed....for the photoshoot...."

Mike hesitated and then tapped Brenda. She looked at him. With concern. The doc was just beside her...ready to jab her if things went sideways...but then she said,

"How much time do we have?" Do I have time to get my nails done?" Brenda asked innocently. Her voice was getting higher. Almost squeaky. Like a Betty Boop impression.

Everyone in the van laughed and the mood eased. The doc put the needle away as Brenda began unbuttoning her shirt. As her 'Angelyne' shirt and her fake boobs fell away, she began to panic through.

"Where are my boobs!?" she asked in genuine panic. "What happened to my boobs!?"

Mike moved in quickly. "Angelyne, look at me!" She looked up for a moment and he waved his hand in front of her face. "Deep sleep." he commanded quietly, and she went back down.

"Angelyne," he said, "when you open your eyes you will imagine your breasts as they have always been, large, bountiful and beautiful. When you look at them or see them in a mirror they will appear as you have always known them to be...the envy of women everywhere, and the object of lust of every man lucky enough to see them. Eyes open now."

Brenda opened her eyes. She looked down and seemed please that her breasts were normal. She began to stroke and knead them now. She moaned in pleasure.

"Angelyne," said Mike, "we still need to get ready for photo shoot, remember? Can you finish getting undressed?"

Brenda just giggled stupidly. "I'm sorry! I'm such a stupid!" And removed the rest of her clothes.

"Beautiful Angelyne," said Mike, "Just beautiful...you're such a perfect beauty....and now I want you to pretend to be a mannequin for us. I want you to just freeze your arms in place...." Mike began to position Brenda in a pose and he felt her stiffening as she assumed the position he was suggesting.

"Yes..."he continued. "That's right...your limbs are getting stiffer and stiffer, but we can move them with ease...you're doing so well...."

"Th...th..."Brenda tried to say. But her jaw was so stiff...she couldn't even say 'Thank you'.

Mike stepped away and the doc moved in and began to examine her more closely. He held a marker in his hand and began to freely draw on Brenda his plans for her surgery.

Aside from her breasts, there wasn't a whole lot he wanted to do. Bit of nip/tuck around the tummy. Slight tuck on the butt, but it was pretty firm as it was. Some lift work on the eyes. Give them a little more shape. Brenda's thick lips were already a pretty good match for Angelyne's already and her cheek bones gave her face a very similar structure. Perhaps a little less in the cheeks. Jaw line was a fairly close match. When Doc backed away Brenda looked like a marked up dresser's dummy. Doc took out his phone and snapped a few pics and sent them off. In a moment his phone rang.

"So," he said, "These are my plans for her. I think she's a good match. For her age, she's in great shape...we should get a lot of years out of her. But the choice is yours."

There was a moment of silence on the phone. And then a voice. A high squeaky feminine voice.

"You may pwoceed, dawctor." said the voice.

Doc put his phone away.

"It's a go boys. Good day for us. A Veronica Lake and Angelyne herself! I'm gonna get a condo in vail! Mike, please prep Ms. Angelyne for surgery."

Mike unfolded a wheelchair and helped Brenda into it. There was a gas canister attached to the chair. Mike retrieved the gas mask and placed it over Brenda's face. She offered no resistance.

"Angelyne...I want you to take some deep breaths for me," he said quietly. "You're going to smell something wonderful that's going to help you relax. And when you wake up....you're going to be even more beautiful than you are now...if you can believe it."

Mike turned the gas canister on. There was a faint hissing sound. He saw Brenda breathe in deeply.

"You're doing so well, Angelyne." he said as he attached an O2 monitor to her finger. Now I want you to count down from 10 for me."

Brenda was so happy to comply. Even Angelyne could count backwards from 10.

"Ten" she said with her happy squeaky voice.

"Nine"

"Eight...." her voice was getting less squeaky, less animated the further down she went. Less Angelyne.

"S...seven..."

"Si...."

And as her eyes closed Mike thought he could just see a hint of Brenda looking back at him.

END OF CHAPTER 1