Max let his four friends take a breather from the next set of 'tricks' he was about to perform.
"For this next illusion, I need volunteers from the audience."
One of the frat boys and his plucky blond girlfriend raised their hands, though both seemed shocked and unable to lower them. The two went to the stage, and Max introduced them: Matt and Stacy.
Matt was wearing a baseball cap, t-shirt, gym shorts and sneakers. Pretty typical jock attire. Max was sort of drooling over Stacy though, who was wearing impossibly short shorts, a tank top, and platform sandals.
Max set up two sheets over them and in a poof the two swapped clothes...or so it appeared. Stacy was now swimming in Matt's t-shirt and gym shorts...and one point falling to reveal the boxers she now wore underneath. Matt looked incredibly awkward in Stacy's shorts, nearly bursting out of all the clothes at the seams. The two walked quietly back to their seats.
"I want to scream, but for some reason I can't," Matt whispered to one of the girls when he got back to the table.
"Oh, chill, its just a trick...a show; we have to dress like that every day, you know?"
"No, you don't get it," he explained, "It's not the clothes. It's that...I'm not Matt....I'M STACY!!!"
And Max was just beginning...
