The Switchup
The original story “All Switched Up and No Place to Go,” was fine for its time, but I think it needs an update. Not only does this star @MagicalFirefly, but also @NatashaInPieces.
Carlie sat in the small theater near the front, as usual. Ever since that magic act at her 14th birthday party, 5 years ago, she’d been into it a lot.
It probably had something to do with the fact that, at that party, the magician, as a special birthday treat, really sawed her in half. The feeling of having her body divided and pulled apart was so intense and so good that she didn’t want to be put back together, but he insisted on doing it and it felt incredible as well.
It wasn’t until she lost her virginity, a couple of years later, that she found an even more intense and pleasing feeling.
Carlie looked down, realizing she was absently rubbing her waist again. She so hoped, every time she saw a magic show, that she’d be called up to be sawn in half again. Or maybe beheaded. Maybe even have her feet cut off.
Carlie found she was laughing to herself at the possibilities, but, with every magic show since that birthday party, it had been a letdown. They were illusionists, not real magicians.
Still, she hoped. She fervently hoped that she’d have that intensely good feeling again.
Natasha was one of those magicians that broke from the pack. Still, it’s wonderful that women are proving they can be just as good at magic as the men. But Carlie had to wonder if the promotional posters hadn’t had a bit of illusion work done on them as well.
As Natasha came out, Carlie realized they hadn’t. Here she was, a fully buxom, voluptuous blonde, with shining eyes and a ruby-red smile that Carlie was sure made every guy in the audience forget about any girlfriends or wives they might have, if only for a little bit. Natasha seemed to be a consummate performer, producing doves out of her hat and linking rings and everything, but it seemed so run of the mill for Carlie.
Then Natasha levitated herself off the stage. Not only did it appear as if she really were flying on her own, but she also even flew out over the audience, giving the men in the crowd a good view of her ample bosom and tiny waist, all covered over with skimpy material. Carlie had to laugh at all the guys there, all looking a little uncomfortable with some women elbowing them.
Carlie didn’t even see any support or wiring that could account for this feat. Could it be? Was Natasha real?
As Natasha landed, back on the stage, she turned to her audience. “Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for letting me do this for you all tonight. But is it real magic or is it just an elaborate trick? That is the question I hope you’re asking yourself.”
As if zeroing in on her, Natasha stepped off the stage, right over to where Carlie was sitting. “Miss, would you come help me prove this?”
Carlie stammered for a moment before agreeing and following Natasha up to the stage. As she did so, she couldn’t help but notice how similar in height they were. But what did she have in mind for Carlie?
As Natasha led Carlie onstage, she did the usual introductory banter, asking Carlie her name and asking if they’d prepared any of this beforehand. Carlie couldn’t help but notice that there were very few things on the stage that could explain Tasha’s, as she told Carlie she could call her, ability to fly earlier. In fact, the only things on the stage were a couple of upright cabinets.
Tasha invited Carlie to step into one of the cabinets. Carlie did so, feeling how tight it was. Tasha showed another device, one that attached to the cabinets in two places on long arms. Carlie wasn’t sure she knew what was going on, but she had hopes.
Tasha asked Carlie to hold really still as she brought out a long scimitar. Carlie’s breath quickened, and she was glad she chose to wear a half-shirt for tonight’s performance before Tasha inserted the blade into the cabinet at Carlie’s waist and started to slide it through.
Carlie gasped, not remembering the pain of that initial cut from before, but had to smile, breathing deeply as the same intense pleasure flooded through her body as it was being divided. A moment later, the blade cut her spine and she moaned in pure pleasure before the blade transitioned all the way through her. As it did so, Carlie knew she was smiling big.
Tasha produced a single divider blade, sliding it in between Carlie’s halves before looking her in the eye. “Now that was fun, wasn’t it?”
Carlie nodded, but Tasha had another surprise. “Would you like to know what something else feels like?”
Carlie smiled and nodded again as Tasha lined up the blade at the slot around Carlie’s neck. With one quick movement, Carlie felt her head separate from the rest of her. Tasha slid a divider between Carlie’s head and neck and Carlie, surprised she could still speak, had to ask. “What’s next?”
Tasha’s eyes twinkled as she stepped over to the other cabinet. “Now I can’t do this on myself, not without some help.”
Carlie tried to watch but couldn’t turn her head. For a moment, she felt annoyed, but then remembered that her neck was in two. She heard the sound of something moving and the sound of two divider blades sliding home somewhere out of site. Tasha’s voice came back to her ears. “Folks, you have seen how Carlie and I have been in full view, in these cabinets, the whole time as we’ve been cut to pieces. Now, to dispel some doubts…”
Somewhere, Carlie heard something turn on and she felt her body being moved into pieces. Something turned her head and Carlie saw that, yes, Tasha’s cabinet, with that enviable bust, was turning around, but only her torso in it. She looked down and saw that, yes, her legs were there as well as her own, not moved. As her head spun around again, Carlie wondered what Tasha was going to do to them both before feeling her body come to rest. But she was still in pieces. “Now, if you still deny that this isn’t really magic, watch this.”
Carlie gasped as, suddenly, without warning, she couldn’t feel anything below her neck. It’s like everything just died and went away. She wanted to look around to try and find where her body went before Tasha came into view. “Hold on Carlie. I got you.”
It took a moment before she realized that Tasha’s wardrobe had changed. She was now wearing Carlie’s top, and she had Carlie’s chest.
Tasha pulled the divider out from under Carlie’s neck, and she felt her body again, but it wasn’t quite right. Carlie looked down, only to see that she had to bend a little bit over to see around Tasha’s boobs. But it was still her bottom half when that divider was taken out.
But Carlie didn’t have anywhere near as slender a waist as Tasha. Only, now, she did. As she stepped out, stumbling only a moment, she knew that it wasn’t really her torso, but, somehow, she controlled it.
Only after the show was over did Tasha find Carlie again and explain things to her. Ever since she’d started developing as an adult, Tasha had the kind of figure that would turn any guy’s eyes. She needed a break and, since she and Carlie were the same size, decided to see if Carlie would be up for it.
All of Carlie’s clothes would change to fit her if she chose to keep Tasha’s torso for a while. It wouldn’t be permanent, these kinds of changed never were, but, if she wanted, Carlie could see what it would be like to have a body like Tasha’s. Of course, Carlie was welcome to refuse it, and Tasha would change them back.
Carlie had to smile. She’d wondered what life would be like for her with a body like this.