Last Day of Class

Okay, so I’m not sure where the idea came from, but I was reminded of a story I read years ago that inspired one of my earlier creations.  I don’t know where it is or how to find it, as it’s not on my old page, so this is a VERY LOOSE adaptation.

 Yes, Carlie had to be here.  Still, it wasn’t so bad.  The last day of her Junior year of High School could not be bad at all.

 Next year she’d be a Senior, one of the big class.  Sure, she wasn’t big herself, but that didn’t matter anyway.  Sure, she’d never really done anything that would make her stand out, not at all.

 Such is the life of an introvert.

 But here she was, in the last class of English Lit.  They only had to be there, and the teacher, Mrs. Mills, promised that it would be fun.

 As she stood there, looking like the kind of teacher any boy would have an instant crush on, she announced that Jason, one of the boys in the class, had asked to do something interesting.  He’d gone out to his locker to retrieve something, and came back with a Craftsman handsaw.  It looked new and sharp.

 Mrs. Mills gasped. “Are we sure this is safe?”

 Jason smiled, nodding. “Absolutely.  And, as I asked, Mrs. Mills, will you help me out?”

 She sighed, visibly nervous. “Okay.”

 Jason and one of his friends took two of the desks and placed them together, end to end, before he asked the teacher to lay on it, the small of her back over the gap. “Now I should tell you that I’ve been studying magic, so you could probably guess what’s about to happen.”

 Mrs. Mills seemed a little cheered by it. “It’s an illusion then?”

 Jason shook his head as he slid the saw into the groove, lined up with Mrs. Mills body. “No, real magic.  Now, if you want, you can close your eyes.”

 Mrs. Mills almost protested before Jason started to cut into her with the saw.  Her protest cut off with a gasp, and Carlie could see, from her position, that the saw was, indeed, cutting into the teacher. “Jason, this is...interesting.”

 Jason cut through her quickly, then he and his friend slid the desks apart, separating Mrs. Mills into halves for everyone to see.  She squealed in protest. “Can you put me back together?”

 Jason smiled a bit. “What does it feel like?”

 Mrs. Mills thought for a moment. “Well, it doesn’t hurt, but it’s very strange.  Please put me back together.”

 Jason chuckled a moment before pushing the two desks back together.  After a moment, still unsure, she stood up, gasping in pleasure at being restored.  Jason held up the saw. “Anyone else want to try?”

 Carlie didn’t know what made her do it.  Sure, she’d had a love of the art of magic and illusion for as long as she could remember, often secretly fantasizing about it, but this opportunity was too good.  There were other girls that raised their hands, wanting to experience the same thing, but Carlie, quite unlike herself, forced the issue by standing up, striding to the desks that were still placed together, and laying on them face down.

 Was she really about to do this?  What would happen?  Mrs. Mills seemed okay, maybe a little shaken, but what would happen to her?  Jason had to ask. “Are you sure about this Carlie?”

 She giggled a little. “Yes, sure.  Now go ahead and do it before I change my mind.”

 Carlie closed her eyes, but, instead of going through the gap like he did with the teacher, Jason placed the saw on her back, right on her waist.  Carlie gasped a little, feeling the prickles of the saw, before Jason drew the saw across her body.

 Carlie held back a moan, it felt so good.  She felt the blade sink into her, knew that it had penetrated her skin, but there was no pain, just an intense feeling of pleasure.  Jason cut into her a couple more times and Carlie couldn’t hold back the moan anymore. “That feels so good.”

 He reached the midpoint and Carlie giggled in pure satisfaction, unable to resist any reaction.  She felt as if every cut into her was something sensual, something grand.

 She could still feel her legs, even though her spine was the first thing he cut, and felt as she moved her feet.  How could it feel that good?

 She looked at the other girls as he kept cutting into her, seeing their looks of curiosity, wonder and, in several cases, jealousy.  Well tough luck on them.

 A moment later he stopped. “Done?”

 Jason nodded. “Done.”

 Before he could pull the desks apart, Carlie reached up, grabbed the edge of the desk her top half was laying on, and pulled.  A thrill went through her divided body as her halves separated.  She kicked in the air, moving her feet, tapping on the desk, watching everyone else look at her in shock. “This is great.”

 Jason smiled at her before another question came up. “How long can I stay like this?”

 At that, Jason had the answer. “As long as you want.  You have to be careful, though.  If you stay like this too long it becomes permanent.”

 Staying in halves forever, feeling this fantastic.  But another concern struck just as the bell rang.  Everyone in class came up to her as she pushed her top half up to an upright position, looking at her simply ending at the desk and looking at the skin that covered the stump of her lower half as she kept her feet and legs moving.  Before Jason turned away, she asked her question. “I can’t really be like this out there, but I want to stay in halves.  What do I do?”

 Jason looked at her with a wry smile. “Ever see a suction cup?  They can stick to anything, but they’re not really a part of what they’re stuck to.  Think about that and move your halves together again.”

 It took a moment for her to do that, and she felt something.  She knew she could move as one piece, but she also knew that she was still really in halves. “This is great, but one more question.”

 Jason looked at her again, wondering, before she asked. “Can you saw my head off?”