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This takes place after a show Artful would regularly host ( ´▽｀|l|)

The magician, Artful, waved his wand one final time, a smokey poof covering their form. Then in a split second a bouquet of roses had been spawned, right out of thin air. The magician held the beautiful bright flowers and threw then over at the crowd, letting the roses be caught by a lucky witness.

“And that..concludes the show folks! Thank you ladies and gentlemen for showing up this fine evening for my show! Much appreciated!”

The red curtains fell back gracefully back into their starting positions, Artful sighing and brushing off any sweat or dust on their suit. Phew… what a day! Now would be around lunch time, the blocky magician stepped back stage to find their lunchbox but his avail, couldn’t seem to find it. Puzzled, Artful had tried to go back onto the stage, but clumsily dropped their wand, a mini light beam shooting into him. Zapping himself by accident, Artful quickly dismissed it, it’s not like it will be harmful!…Right?..

He recollected his wand and put in his pocket to make sure it doesn’t fall out again, returning to their original objective. Suddenly he felt wet, incredibly wet, maybe he was just sweating from the show earlier? It’s not like he spilt water on himself or anything. Artful stepped into the backstage restrooms and hastily entered a stall, once situated he looked down. Nope, he was definitely wet, feeling the area to make sure, his blood ran cold. The wand must’ve casted a spell to not just make him “wet” but also change his genitals completely.

Well… there’s no harm in exploring right? Artful pulled his blacks pants and boxers down, revealing..an entrance. His suspicions were now confirmed, he took his gloved hand, took out 2 fingers, not entirely sure how to do this. He’d never really learned female anatomy that much, or how a female would pleasure themself, but whatever. Gripping the stall wall, he slowly entered himself getting his fingers to slide in gently. He was already wet so it probably didn’t matter if he went slow or fast, pumping the fingers in and out. Overtime he did build up pace, not just his speed of pleasuring but also his heavy breaths, and an itching urge. Wet flesh sounds echoed in the restroom stall but he didn’t care, he knows he’s close.

He needed to release badly, but still wanted to end it off nicely. He shoved the two fingers all the way in and pulled out before he could come on them. White slightly transparent liquid leaking out of him. It wasn’t as dramatic or messy as he thought it would be, but that didn’t matter since it felt good. Artful gripped the wand, changing his clothes to new ones with a spell, throwing away his soiled glove into the trash can. He wasn’t sure how long his body was gonna stay like this, but he might try this again.