Dusty Moon Trail, Part Time Pretend Magical Girl, continues his mixed up ride secretly through the night. Let's hope he has a much better day.

Barbara looked deep into his eyes after the long soul sucking kiss took all his wind. That he was with Barbara was strange enough. That she was kissing him was even more strange. That he was enjoying the soft caress of her lips, the flutter of her touch upon him, and the soft breeze? Okay. That wasn’t too farfetched. After all, he was only human. Who wouldn’t like to be held and appreciated, nay even loved in such a tender fashion? By one’s boss in fact.

“Moon,” she whispered. “I know your secret now.”

Quickly his eyes opened wide, staring out at her and drawing back as far as he could. Appraisingly he asked, “You do?”

“Yes, I do. Did you think that you could come to the party without me knowing who you were? I saw the looks you gave me. I know what it is you desire.” She gave him an evil grin and continued, “And I’ll happily give it to you if you submit to me.”

“Um, no. Thanks, but no. I mean… What do I mean? Oh yes, um… thanks, but no.”

“Is that your final answer?” Her left hand softly stroked his hair, following it down to his ear and then her fingertips traced his jaw line to his chin. “You won’t submit?”

Moon of course, was made of sterner stuff. Laser focus and iron will stronger than anything that could be applied against him. His character was of the stuff that all the foundations of the world wish they could be made of. Tremble before him puny weaklings, for Moon Trail (Part Time Pretend Magical Girl) was made of the indomitable will of legends. None could succeed against him. Confidently he replied, “ah…. well, ah…. I could I guess, but really I shouldn’t. I mean, you’re my boss and that would be weird so I guess I should say no, if that’s okay with you. I’m sorry for that, but really, it is very tempting that is…”

Barbara’s grin disappeared and then grew again into a smile that faded as Moon rambled on. At last she got tired and stopped him, “So it is no then? Fine. Honestly it is so much better if you say no. After all, you don’t have any choice in the matter. You’ve already given me permission.”

“Yup!” A much smaller magical girl appeared from nowhere. She looked exactly like Moon, except she was much softer and curvy in appearance. She circled around above Moon’s head. “I gave it to her. It’s for your own good.”

Moon scrunched up his face and then yelled at his much smaller personage, “I didn’t say it was okay! Look, I’ve got my reasons…OOOOOOWWWWW!!!! Stop that! Stop that!”

Barbara twisted his arm while magical girl Moon tugged at his hair. In short order, his small skinny frame was hauled up to his feet. A white corset was pulled into place around him and the laces were tightened well beyond what he thought they should be. He was thrown into the air and white diaphanous ribbons coiled around his legs and body from seemingly nowhere. As they settled around him, they tightened to his flesh in a flash of sparkling white, transforming into white stockings, panties, a large bustle petticoat, and then the Victorian dress that Barbara wore to the party wrapped itself around him. The mini magical girl twirled her staff and with the incantation, “Moon Magic Makeup!” he was bathed in shimmering and pearly white light. His hair was curled and lifted into an up-do with silver combs holding it in place. His face blossomed and his features were highlighted in soft colors with bold lips and entrancing eyes. Small pearl earrings appeared on his ears and rings graced his soft hands while his fingernails transformed into soft oval tips with a color that matched his bold lips.

Gently he floated back to the ground, his feet sliding into high healed button up boots that were made of soft leather. He teetered there for a moment before he gained his balance once more.

Barbara and Mini-Moon gasped as he took a few steps, twirled and gracefully stepped closer to them. His boss swooned for a moment and exclaimed, “Such mastery of wearing high heels. You could teach other women how to walk in them. You know, there are a bunch of ladies at the office who waste what god gives them in this area!”

“Really?” Moon allowed himself, his hands raised towards his mouth in a soft surprise. “The thought never has occurred to me.”

Barbara fussed around him for a bit, checking his flounces and his well coifed hair. “You look so ravishing. It’s a shame I’m going to have to tie you up and lock you away.”

He smile at her for a second before her words sank in, “Excuse me?”

“Why yes, we can’t have you looking better than me, can we? I mean, what will Lon say? He certainly fancied you before and now I don’t know if there will be a place for me if you are looking this good. It’s a shame really. I had such plans for dressing you up in all sorts of costumes. You know, we could have played mother and daughter games on unsuspecting people. It could have been so much fun.”

“Wait a moment! I’ve no interest in Lon. He’s way too hairy for me. And I wouldn’t take him away from you at all. Plus I really am not into guys!” Moon backed away as gracefully as he could, he was feeling a bit short for breath from all that was happening.

“Yes, you say all that, but I can tell by the way you are breathing that you are wanting to be with him again.”

“Ah, no, really, no. I mean, not really. I really don’t want to be with him. I did like our time together, mostly, but really he’s not my type. For one thing he’s a criminal.”

She pouted, giving him a playful look. “But I’m a criminal too, right?”

“Well, yah, and you really shouldn’t be that way.”

Stretching and presenting her body to him one sweet location at a time, she confessed, “But I am bad. You know it is true. You’ve known from early on and you’ve played this innocent sweet game long enough. It’s time that I show you how good bad can be.”

Grabbing his pendant affixed on his chest Moon said, “No! I can’t allow this. I really can’t.”

“And what do you think you can do about it?”

“Only what a heart pure and strong as mine can do.” Fluttering his lashes, he shimmered in the light and a soft wind danced around him.

Barbara backed away as the winds grew stronger; then sensing her defeat, turned tail and ran off leaving Moon and Mini-Moon behind.

Mini-Moon sat down and watched the display for a while before finally growing bored. “You’ve forgotten the lines?”

“Shh, don’t distract me.”

“You have forgotten them.”

“No I have not forgotten the lines. I wouldn’t be so stupid as to forget the lines.”

“Then why don’t you say them?”

The wind stopped abruptly as Moon let go of his pendant. Sheepishly he said, “Because I haven’t thought them up yet. Everything I try in my head sounds so stupid.”

“Oh, tell me about it. I mean, what gives with all this crap anyway? And talk about ridiculous! How are we to really fight when dressed this way, much less keep it all clean and stuff.”

“I guess magic makes it possible?” Moon kept looking for a way to sit down, but he was distracted by the fact he didn’t want to get his gown dirty. Also that he couldn’t move too well within all the clothes he had on, much less bend down to where he could sit on the ground without falling over half the way.

“Yah I guess. Well, my work here is done.” Mini-Moon got up and pulled out a bag from behind her back.

“Done?”

“Yes. I’ve got another appointment to get to. What are you looking at?”

“Nothing.”

“You were trying to look up my petticoats! You are such a pervert!”

“I was not! I mean, I was looking at them. They are very cute. I was wondering how you made them.”

“None of your business you pervert!” A curtain rod appeared and Min-Moon pulled the attached curtain shut. Her dress was tossed up and over so that it hung on the rod and she began to mumble from behind the curtain.

Moon tried to walk around to see his miniature magical girl self, but the curtain always moved to block his view. “What are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to guide me or something?”

Her head poked up and then she found where he was now standing. “What are you talking about?”

“You know, isn’t this like a spirit journey or something?”

The dress was pulled off the rod and shortly the curtain was thrown open. Mini-Moon was now dressed in black leggings with large clunky black boots and a baggy black sweater that was belted at the waist. Her hair was now dark, long, and limp, having lost all of its curl and body. She pulled out a black wand and pointed it at her face, mumbled and her eyes were lined with darkness and her black lipstick matched her nails.

“Spirit journey? Are you nuts?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m heading out. I’m only a part time magical girl. You know, ‘part time’? And my clock says I’m off duty now.”

“But… but what about me? Can you help me? This costume is too heavy for me and I can’t seem to find any zippers or working buttons on this thing. It’s like it was never meant to be taken off!”

“Well, yah. Real magical girl clothes appear around the person. They come off in the same way, by magic.”

“But I don’t have any magic! That was all you!”

“Sucks to be you, huh kid?” Then she popped out of existence.

“But?” Moon looked around. He was alone in a secluded area surrounded by bushes and trees. The sun was heading down to the horizon and the cool breeze fluttered across his dress. “Oh crap. I’ve got to walk?”

He began to make his way through the countryside and found a nearby path. He kept a very slow and careful pace as he wound his way along and among the trees and bushes. His breath was shallow and regular and when it became a little labored, Moon stopped to help with the recovery. It wasn’t easy to breathe for him in this corset and dress. He had to be very careful that he wasn’t going to pass out.

Passing out was something he was intimately familiar with. He had to always exercise extreme restraint upon himself to avoid getting into trouble by running out of breath. It was one of his many curses. That’s why he didn’t wear tight corsets when he was in costume, even when the costume called for it. He always needed to keep it simple with enough room to breathe.

And if he passed out here… He’d be alone and vulnerable and inside this gown. He laughed a little. He’d have the ‘vapors’ alright. Still, who knew what might find him like this. He didn’t want to get…

"ggggrrrrrrooooowwwwwwlllll...."

Aw crap!

Moon turned his head trying to locate where the deep growling might be coming from. It seemed to be from down the path he had come from. And even though he had no idea what it was, it was not wise for him to stick around and found out. Growls tended to not be a friendly sort of thing, after all.

His feet moved as quickly as they could within the skirt. He lifted the hems up to help him move a little faster. The growling seemed to be gaining on him. As he topped the rise he risked looking back down hill to see if he could make out what was chasing him, but his feet caught on a tree root and he stumbled down the hill, rolling and rolling with his skirts flying in every direction. He lost his pendant and his hair was soon a mess. His gown suffered the most damage though, with rips and tears and mud and grass stains covering it throughout. When he finally came to a stop, he laid on his side in a large mud wallow and panted as his vision began to gray out.

When he could finally see again, there was a fox before him. The canine teeth showed a pearly white as the mouth opened towards him. “Are you okay, my lady?” the fox asked.

“Okay?”

“Why yes, I came upon you here in the mud taking a nap. I’ve stood guard over you until you could come to.” As the fox spoke, Moon became aware that he was wearing boots that protected his feet from the worse of the mud and he wore a belt with a rapier and a large brimmed hat with a jaunty long feather stuck in the brim.

“Who are you?”

“Why, I am Brother Fox, serving King and Country, my lady. And who are you?”

“Oh, well… I am …” Moon struggled to find a good name for himself, but couldn’t find anything that suited things. It was at that moment that a rabbit darted across the path in the distance, and upon seeing it behind Brother Fox, Moon exclaimed. “Rabbit!”

“What’s this?” Brother fox turned around quickly to see what might be behind him, tripped and fell hind end first into the mud. He slowly scanned the area as he turned back. “Rabbit huh? You seek to trick me?”

“What? No, not at all!” Moon tried to pull himself up, but his hands were stuck in the tar like mud. He tried to turn and get to his feet, but the corset held him tightly and rigidly to where bending was not possible.

“So, you now find yourself at my mercy, eh? You try to make sport of me and now you are stuck and in need of my help.” Fox walked around to Moon’s backside. “Lucky for you I am always a fine upstanding citizen. Let me help you by pulling your skirts up first. Then we can pull the rest of you up and back on your feet.”

Moon didn’t know what to think. His hands stuck in the muck, his feet were pulled to where his rear end was sticking straight up into the air with his hands and feet in the ground. Brother Fox hoisted his skirts and suddenly cried out, “What’s this! You have tricked me again! You are a Brother!! And you said before your name is Rabbit? My continual tormentor? Brother Rabbit? You’re disguise certainly had me fooled. You are making sport of me!” Brother Fox’s hand struck Moon’s bottom close to the offending object he found under his panties.

Fox backed away and began to stalk back and forth. “You thought you could get away with it too, you scoundrel. So Brother Rabbit, what do you have to say for yourself? Hmm?”

“I’m sorry, I really am. But I could really use your help. This mud,” Moon indicated with his nose as his hands and feet were both stuck in the tar like substance, “has me right good. I can’t seem to get loose! My name is Moon by the way, and I’m not this ‘Brother Rabbit’ person. It’s a rather funny series of unfortunate circumstances that have led me here today. I’ve meant no offense nor have I tried to lead you on in any way.” Looking at Brother Fox, Moon saw that he was grinning in a very nerve wrecking way. The grin turned into a chuckle which grew as the moment went on.

"I've got you this time, Brother Rabbit," said Brother Fox, jumping and laughing for joy. "You've tricked me for the very last time. Now I wonder what I should do with you? Maybe I should roast you over a fire and eat you. No, that's too much trouble. Maybe I'll hang you instead. If I'm going to hang you, I'll need some string. And I don't have any string handy. But the stream's not far away, so maybe I'll drown you instead."

As the fox laughed, Moon looked around hurriedly. He spotted to the side down the path a large building jutting up into the sky. If Moon could get in there, he’d be safe and perhaps be able to get out of the clothes and the situation he was in.

“Oh please Brother Fox, whatever you do, please don’t throw me into the building over there.”

"The building over there, eh?" said Brother Fox. "What a wonderful idea! That’s the executive manager’s building. You'll be torn into little pieces!"

Grabbing up the mud-covered Moon, Brother Fox pulled him out of the sticky tar like mud and swung him around and around and then flung him head over heels into the building. Moon let out such a scream as he fell that all of Brother Fox's fur stood straight up. Moon fell through a window with a crash and a mighty thump. Then there was silence.

Moon popped up and looked out of the broken window. Brother Fox stared at him from well off in the distance and Moon gave him a large raspberry.

He turned away from the window and went into the hallway chuckling to himself. Luckily he hadn’t hurt anything after having been thrown through a window. He was made of very stern stuff after all. He laughed as he pulled the tattered gown from his body, then stripped out of the muddy ruined petticoat and shoes. But with a growing nervousness, he felt like he was no longer alone. He looked up from where he stood, surrounded by his old clothes and dressed only in his corset, stockings, and panties. He definitely wasn’t alone.

“ah….. I need to get out of here. I’m sorry, I came in by mistake.” The office in front of him was filled with penises. All of them were busy working at their desks and having meetings, but after seeing him, they began to rise one and all, stiffening as they raised themselves up.

“No really, don’t get up on my account. In fact, stay relaxed please. I’m going to just … “ Moon pointed to the door. “I’m going to leave now. Please excuse my intrusion.” They all froze at that word, ‘intrusion’, seemingly looking at each other before reaching their silent tally about the whacking that was being voted upon, a tally-whacker vote as it were. Then they suddenly surged forward as Moon turned to scramble, only to fall flat on his face before reaching the door.

“What’s his problem?” the nurse asked as she stood before his bed. Moon was cleaned up and thus gone were all traces of his being a part time pretend magical girl. His hair had been washed and it hung there limply, having lost all of its body and curls. His face was pale without any makeup and his eyes seem much smaller without anything to define them and help them standout. An oxygen mask covered his mouth and nose, allowing him to breathe easier than normal.

The second nurse stepped up and checked the readout from the machine hooked up to his chest under his gown. Then she verified that his arms were still strapped to the sides of the bed with the call button within each reach if he were to wake up.

“Nasty bump on his head and some really bad medication interactions. This guy’s been through some hell last night.”

“Why the straps?”

“He keeps thrashing around and at times he’ll start to yell. It’s so he doesn’t accidently hurt himself or pull anything off.”

“Well hopefully he’ll come around soon. And I hope he has a much better day.”