The White Rabbit (TG Story)

The crowd outside the theatre was starting to be ushered in, a silent notion that things were starting to happen sweeping across the crowd as those at the back followed those starting to slip into the front doors. A queue formed on the inside, the reception starting to admit those into the complex and into the theatre to see the show. Everyone was at least smartly dressed, wearing their good collared shirts and nice dresses that didn’t strike as too outlandish. Casual-smart was a good way to put it. After all, they were just going to see a magic performance. Not the next reimagining of Shakespeare.

George, sandwiched in the middle of the queue glanced at the ticket he had printed out at home after purchasing the ticket online. The show that he was going to see was advertised to him a couple of week ago. A traveling band of a magician and his assistants, showing the world what they could do… Well, it sounded kind of cliché, didn’t it? But the reviews had seemed positive and he had been itching to go see something… he had the money spare, so why not? At the very least he’d get to see it up close. His eyes fell upon the seat number he had purchased and grinned to himself. Managed to snag a seat close to the front. Hopefully this would be good.

His time came in the queue and he stepped forward to the cute receptionist, who quickly checked his ticket with a smile and ushered him up the stairs, where the rest of the people were headed to. The golden light of the foyer shimmered and mingled with the chatter of the people and the sounds of footsteps on the somewhat coarse carpet. He followed them, putting his ticket in his jean pocket and headed up the stairs, looking in at the crowd converging inwards to fit in the large double doors, with attendants double checking tickets before letting them in and wishing them a good show.

The theatre was dimly lit with high hanging chandeliers, enough so that people could find their designated seats. It was a packed night, with the seats quickly filling up and barely any places left unfilled. The velvet red curtain lay waiting, a heavy drape hiding away the performers and their secrets. When it raises, the show would begin.
George followed people down the aisle, the people in front of him breaking off into their own aisles until there were only a few, the exclusive few that managed to collect the front row seats. He slid into his aisle, walking along the row of seats and counting each one he passed, looking for his spot. B42… The second row from the front and right in the center. Perfect. Now hopefully the person sitting in front of him wasn’t broad and tall.

Luckily for him, they weren’t. The differing elevation that the seats were located on helped that too, ensuring at all people got a nice look at the stage. Getting comfortable in his cushioned theatre chair, he folded his hands over his lap, smirking to himself and looking around at the families and friends that were coming to see the show together before glancing at his watch. Should be just a few minutes more before the show kicks off.

The entire room hushed, echoes of shushing heard at various points around him as the voices came to a close. The lights above dimmed into nothing and the room was filled with darkness and whispers. Then, the curtains finally began to rise.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” A voice spoke loudly and clearly from the speakers that surrounded the room, rousing the crowd into attention as spotlights began to sweep across the stage, focusing in on one point. “Please put your hands together for the excellent, magnificent, fantastic Tordelini!”

In an act of dramatic theatrics, the stage erupted at the center in a pillar of smoke, taking away the breath of those gullible and even impressing the skeptics in the crowd as a well dressed man stepped out from the center. His arms were outstretched to greet the crowd, his black hair slicked back and his stereotypical facial hair neatly trimmed and characteristic of a magician. His outfit was a simple tuxedo, however, without much of the dressing that other showmans might put on.
“Thank you, thank you for your kind applause.” He spoke clearly, enough to be heard by the crowd even at the back of the room, yet his voice was calm. Tordelini didn’t have the eccentric manner George was quite expecting. It was refreshing, in a way.

The magician, turned around, stepping back towards the center of the stage, where the smoke had now dispersed before stopping in his tracks. He turned back cleanly, facing the audience straight on. “You know, I think I might be forgetting a few things. Maybe you have thought so too.” He reached around his back and from nowhere pulled out a small top hat and from that top hat pulled out a wooden wand. A wave of laughter went through the crowd as he put the hat on his head, pulling an expression and shrugging at the crowd. George couldn’t help but smile, sinking into his chair a bit more. A bit of a jokester, huh? Alright, he’ll bite. What else?

The show started to go on, starting with some small, humorous tricks and starting to work his way onto bigger, better things. Props and set pieces were starting to be wheeled on as he did increasingly more impossible tricks, which had the skeptics in the crowd puzzled and immersed in what actually seemed like real magic. Female assistants, dressed in well-fitting, flirtatious bunny suits started to come onto stage to help him with some of the more complex tricks. Tordelini gave them nods of thanks whenever they came on to help and whenever they left and there were hardly any jarring moments where they merely sought to please the audience. It was tasteful, really. A good show.

It had been a long and exciting show and the assistants seemed tired, with weak smiles. They wheeled in a tall, human sized box and placed it on stage. It only had a door and nothing else. At least, that’s what they showed to the audience.
“Now, we must bid our assistants farewell.” Tordelini announced as the box was being pushed on. “They are tired and need their rest. Please put your hands together for them!”
The crowd began to roar with applause as the magician firmly shook them by the hand one by one, as they smiled and waved, exiting stage right. The magician stepped back into the center of the stage, putting his fingers on his chin in thought. “Ah, but I do need another assistant… We must summon one!” He boldly announced, getting sounds of awe from the audience as he stepped back to the wooden box. “This magical contraption right here will be our summoning circle. We must summon a new assistant across time and space!” Tordelini paused, before smiling at the audience.

“But first, I will need a volunteer.”

The crowd began to chatter amongst themselves excitedly as the magician’s eyes swept over the crowd. George seized up in his seat, sitting up a bit before forcing himself to calm down a bit. They’re just going to choose someone else. Someone planted in the audience to make it seem like they chose a random-
“You.”
Tordelini’s finger landed on him, something he didn’t acknowledge at first until the reality sunk in. People around him were staring and he looked to either side of him, making sure that he was indeed pointing at him. Just to make sure, he looked straight up to the magician and pointed at himself wordlessly, getting a smile in response. “Yes, you! Come up, come up.”

George didn’t know what to think as he rose from his seat, starting to squeeze past multiple people on his way up to stage. Okay, maybe they DID choose random people…? Oh god, was he going to make him do anything weird? No doubt they had someone waiting for him and he would just have to play along… At least this was a story he could tell his friends when he got back.

He took the steps on the sides of the stage, starting to walk on to the center where Tordelini was waiting. The magician outstretched his hand as they met, shaking George’s hand firmly as Tordelini clasped his hand on George’s shoulder. “Hello good fellow. So what might your name be?”
“Uh, George.” He responded, without the clarity and projection the magician had to speak with the audience.
“Please put your hands together for George, everyone!” The crowd was roused into applause as Tordelini led him over to the box, keeping his lips sealed as he left his side to open the door for George, gesturing for him to step inside. George obeyed, swallowing his anxiety as he stepped inside and turned around. The door then closed on him, leaving him inside the dim wooden closet, to patiently wait for something to happen.

Tordelini began to step dramatically around the box, dancing and waving his arms and the wand at the box in an act of theatrics. He was hyping up the crowd, getting them roused up while George stayed inside, idly scratching his face and taking deep breaths to try to calm down. Any second now, something would happen…
“Alright, my fantastic audience.” Tordelini turned to address the crowd. “I will need your help. We will count to ten. On ten, I will open the door to reveal my summoned assistant! Are you ready?”
Inside, George was starting to get antsy. Where was the hidden compartment? Were they waiting til the last second or something?
“One!” The crowd started to count and that’s when everything turned to shit.

A sudden wave of nausea went through his body, his skin crawling as the interior of the box started to glow in a mystical violet light. His mind started to flood with questions but a lot of things were starting to happen at once, as the crowd counted the seconds outside.
His skin started to smooth out and soften. The roughness of his palms started to disappear as did the hairs on his arms, becoming lighter and less apparent. It worked its way all over his body, the hair on his body and legs disappearing like it had been cleanly shaved. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel how rapidly the mysterious force was changing his body.

In a matter of a few seconds, George’s body was starting to become immediately more feminine. Words escaped him as his firm set jaw started to soften around the edges, his hair starting to turn white, flowing from the follicles to the tips of his hair as it started to grow downwards. It built up in volume, his hair becoming softer and silkier as it fell down past his neck, collecting over his shoulders, losing the masculine shape. Muscle started to thin, his frame started to diminish and his clothes were starting to seem too big for him now, reaching down to ensure his jeans stayed up. His face was rife with confusion and panic, things happening too fast for him to process it.

The crowd had only counted halfway, yet he could feel his thighs thickening and brushing against his crumpling jeans. His hips widening and curving outwards, the small frightened gasps that escaped his mouth higher pitched and softer, drowned out by the crowd. The mystical force was starting to billow his clothes, blowing an imaginary wind that blew his lengthening hair around, exposing his softer body to the elements as his waist started to slim. His chest started to feel ever so slightly heavier, the air was starting to feel suffocating, his groin-

“Eight!” The crowd cried out that made her widen her gorgeous green eyes, starting to fret and panic even more. Already that much?! How were they going to react when they saw her?! She was a mess! A-
Her ears, in those two seconds started to ache as they were tugged, pulled and shaped into a long, rabbit-like shape as the clothes around her began to fade. From her feet to her chest, a bunnysuit began to form, covering her legs in dark stockings with the leotard hugging her modest hips and covering her gentle breasts. Her ears were thin but plush, having moved to the top of her head as they blended well with her beautiful, long white hair.

As her old clothes disappeared from sight, leaving her in the outfit the assistants were wearing before, the outside crowd were just about ready to see the culmination of their simultaneous efforts.
“Ten!”
With a forceful push, George was ejected out of the box, stumbling forward onto the brightly lit stage, temporarily blinding her. But she was caught by the hand, twirled around in some form of dance before falling towards the floor, yelping as someone held her firmly by the back and hand. Her eyes started to adjust, them fluttering open to see the close face of Tordelini.

The half of the magician’s face illuminated by the floodlights held a triumphant smile, but the other side was more focused and serious. George stared at him with a mix of emotions, her eyes starting to glare at him before he muttered, close enough that only the two of them could hear. “Just play along. After the show.”
George’s gently surprised face turned more to a gaze of focus as Tordelini pulled her up to her feet, turning her to face the audience and raising the hand he held her by upwards. She forced on a smile, as did Tordelini. “Your summoned assistant, everybody!”

The crowd erupted into applause, unaware of what had just occurred. George was no longer there and would not show up in his seat for the rest of the show. He went on forgotten as Tordelini moved onto some other tricks, forcing George to parade around and help hold things with a false confident smile. Hopefully the show would end soon.

It did, soon enough. The little incident happened closer to the end of the show and George got to take a bow holding Tordelini’s hand as the curtains fell. Almost immediately, stagehands and assistants rushed onto stage to start to get the props off stage. Tordelini lifted a hand to thoughtfully rub the sides of his face, before tugging at George’s hand, starting to quickly walk off stage. “Come on.” He said with a seriousness lacking in his performance and she had no choice but to follow.

Once they had turned the corner, starting to twist and turn through the back complex, the magician held up a bundle of clothes. Her clothes, to be exact. She went to speak up, but he beat her to it.
“Put these on.” He ordered, stopping in front of a woman’s bathroom and leaning against the simplistic white brick wall. “I’ll wait out here. Take your time, but not too long. Understood?”
She couldn’t really talk back, especially when he was helping her in this situation, so with a simple nod she stepped into the bathroom.

She certainly took her time, long enough for her to collect her thoughts and calm herself down enough to think rationally again. She looked at herself in the mirror, studying her body with a rising sense of embarrassment as she put her clothes on the bench in front of the mirror. Her chest tightened as a hand gently ran over her arm, moving to her body and briefly brushing over her thighs before she stopped herself, shook her head and sighed. Closing her eyes, not comfortable with seeing more than she needed to, George began to work off the leotard, quickly putting the shirt on. Stockings came off and she shivered with the air on her bare skin as she quickly jumped into her pants and underwear. She tugged at her ears, thinking they were attached or part of a headband but found that it hurt to do so. She gingerly let go of them, looking at her boyish outfit in the mirror before sighing. Well, this had already happened. She shouldn’t be surprised…

George stepped out in the outfit he was wearing into the theatre, only now questioning where Tordelini had even gotten them. The magician glanced over as the door swung open, getting off the wall. In his fingers he held the shapes of his dark facial hair that once was attached to his face. George stopped and squinted, a bit surprised at his clean-shaven visage. “Wait, you’re…”
“Good, you’re done.” Tordelini butted in, beginning to move down a hallway. “Come with me, we have a ride to catch. I’ll answer your questions on the way.”

That got her attention. Holding the crumpled bunnysuit in her arms she quickly followed him, trailing after him as the questions that came to mind started to fill her with an anger that made her chest swell with instinctual hatred.
Tordelini walked fast, striding and worming through the complex as he seemed to head to the back of the complex. “Alright, George, right? You mind being called Georgie?”
“Yes I DO fucking mind!” George spoke out loudly, grinding her teeth together before continuing with the interrogation. “What the fuck did you do to me? You’re going to turn me back, right?”

“One question at a time.” Tordelini calmly responding, not looking behind him. “I’d recommend the new name but fine, suit yourself.” He smoothed his fringe to the side, rubbing the bridge of his nose before continuing. “What I did to you was a bit of magic. What exactly I did I’d prefer to discuss with you when we get to the car.”
“A bit of magic?! You turned me into a girl!”
“I guess I did. If you think I did it solely for entertainment you’d be mistaken. But again, I’ll explain in a moment.”

The back door to the theatre was coming up at the end of the hall and Tordelini opened the door for her, waiting for George to hesitantly step outside before he closed the door behind him. In front of the two was a limousine, idling as it was waiting for them.
“Car’s right here.” Tordelini said, stepping up to the side door and opening it for George. “Please, get inside. I’d rather we talk about things here.”
Alarm bells were going off inside her head, but she had no real choice. Swallowing her pride, she held down her rabbit ears, blowing in the gentle night breeze and slid over the seats into the limo… into the sight of three other individuals.

George tensed up as the two men and young woman grinned at her, keeping her eyes down while Tordelini slipped into the car, closing the door behind him and taking a seat next to George. “Hello friends.” He greeted the three sitting across from them. “Did the operations go well?”
“Without a hitch.” The young woman said, sitting cross-legged in a scarlet dress with her blonde hair done up as she glanced from him to George. “But who have you got here? My my Franky, she really is a cutie.
George’s cheeks flushed and she turned her head away as Tordelini leaned forward, clasping his hands together and staring at the woman with stoic eyes. “It’s a he. At least, until he gets settled in. And don’t call me Frank. I haven’t told this one the details.”

One of the other men, wearing a trenchcoat and trilby peered up from underneath the rim of the hat. “You let them in here without telling them what they were getting into…?”
“I understand your concern.” Tordelini said, leaning back and crossing his arms. “But I didn’t want to spring it on him while I was standing in a hall next to the woman’s bathroom.”
“Appearance is important, yup.” The final man spoke, a heavy set strong-armed man said, a present smile as he smoked at his pipe in his mouth. “So why don’t ya tell the little lady? We haven’t got all night.”

Tordelini sat up straighter and turned to George, patting her on the shoulder to get her attention and cleared his throat. “Georgie.”
“It’s George.”
“I don’t really care, it’s weird. I brought you here because I have a proposition.”
“...A proposition?”
Tordelini nodded. “The show that we put on tonight was more or less a recruitment method. We wanted to expand our little group here with someone with a particular set of abilities. Hence why…”
“...You chose me?”
“Sorry, but absolutely not. However, you happened to have a demeanour about you from what I could gather from sweeping my eyes over you in the crowd.”
“So you turned me into a fucking girl?”
The others across from Tordelini snickered as he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I would prefer to say we gave you a gift.” Tordelini started, reaching down underneath the chair for something. “Unfortunately, that gift had to come prepackaged with the ears and femininity.”
“I’m sorry, but you’re beating around the bush a bit too fucking much. Can I turn back or-”

George was presented with a pile of folded clothes. On top was a fairly fancy red tailcoat, with a lacy collared shirt underneath and comfortably smart dress pants. On the top of the pile was a pair of white gloves and a pocket watch.
Tordelini held this out to her without much expression, bowing his head. “I want you to join us. We’re a group of highly skilled individuals who… do the impossible, at least for our own sake. Some may say thieves… while others, magicians.”
George was taken aback, staring at the pile with conflicting feelings as she glanced from the pile to the man holding them and back again.
Tordelini continued. “I’m terribly sorry for what happened to you… but for you to keep your powers, you must stay like this. We will take good care of you and help you hone your powers so that we can pull off incredible things.”

She lowered her hands, her temper cooled so that she could think things over. Powers… Powers?
“Do you mind…” George started, tilting her head. “...telling me what powers I may have?”
The corners of Tordelini’s mouth curled up a bit. “The magic of portals, my dear.”
She seized up at his words, almost tempted to not believe him. George looked down at her hands, running her thumbs over her palms… trying to imagine how incredible that could be. That the magic was gifted to her, inside of her… Ah, but her normal life, her manhood…

Tordelini waited a few moments before getting her attention. “Well?”
George thought it over briefly, still looking down at herself as the other three stared at her calmly, yet anxiously waiting on the edge of the seats… Eventually she looked up, swallowing and nodding. “Alright. I’ll join you… on the condition that if I don’t like this, I can leave at any time. As well as being turned back to normal.”
Tordelini grinned, leaned back in his chair as he gestured to the others. The young woman turned around in her chair, tapping the driver and telling him to begin to drive. As the limo began to pull out onto the road, Tordelini gestured towards the people across from him. “So, Georgie, why don’t we get introductions out of the way?”