Yoga

This story is loosely based on “Sarah B. Pulls Her Lower Half” in the faves folder.

 Carlie still wasn’t sure about this.  Sure, a few of her friends strongly recommended this Yoga video, but some of their suggestions seemed way out there.

 Why would she need to have something sharp when following the video?  It didn’t make any sense, but she knew she wanted to do it because they raved about how good it was, telling what seemed like tall tales about how they felt so good after the instructor allowed them to finish.

 So she found her largest carving knife, not knowing what else to do, got in her Yoga clothes and started the video.

 “Welcome students, friends, followers.  Welcome to the most relaxing poses you’ll ever be able to hold and follow.  I would recommend that you save this video to follow whenever you feel stressed out or tired, knowing that it will lead you to enlightenment and relaxation at the same time.”

 Yada yada yada.  Carlie wasn’t interested in this part, since it seemed more like a recruitment speech than anything else.

 The instructor started out with some basic moves, “centering on the core,” and on to some of the more well-known poses.  As she did so, Carlie could feel herself relaxing into the positions more.  She was never a big follower of yoga, but it did allow her to feel more relaxed.

 Then it grew strange. “Now, as you recline, take your cutting implement and follow my lead.”

 Carlie watched, curious, as the instructor laid down on the ground, then proceeded to use the cutting implement she had, a katana sword, to slice herself in half.  She moaned a couple of times as she did so, clearly enjoying the sensation.

 Carlie stopped the video.  Did the instructor really just cut herself in half?  No, it couldn’t be.

 Carlie knew something about magic, knew that it was all illusion, made to look like something impossible could really happen.  Her first taste included two girls who apparently switched bottom halves, but she thought about how they could do that, how it could be done and realized that it was an illusion.

 But this instructor had a blade passing through her body, clearly dividing it.  Carlie took her carving knife, still wondering, as she laid down.

 Was she crazy?  Was this lady actually doing it or was it just special effects?  If it was just special effects, why wasn’t the video flagged as false as it led to so many hospital visits?  What was really going on here?

 Carlie placed the blade against her waist and sliced tentatively into herself.  No blood, no pain, just a strange sensation.  No way it could be real, but it was.  As she sliced again, something else came up.  There was an eerie sensation, one that couldn’t be real, one of good feelings being expected.

 Carlie sighed in pleasure as she kept slicing, the pleasant sensation arriving as she kept it up.  After a couple more slices, feeling that the blade was about halfway through her body, she stopped, curious.

 She slipped a finger into the gash, the strangeness and wonder as she felt the gap in her body with what felt like a layer of skin somehow going over what should have felt like her insides.  Carlie laughed as she kept cutting, taking a couple more minutes before she felt the blade leave the other side of her body in a cacophony of good feelings, fully severing her halves.

 Remembering what she was doing, she started the video again.  The instructor took hold of her separated hips. “Now raise to the severed sky position.”

 She lifted her hips up into the air, her separated top half somehow following suit.  Carlie did so, enjoying the sensation of feeling her unattached legs still kicking and flexing, being separated from the rest of her.

 As she continued the video, the instructor added in another separation. “Now slice through your neck like so.”

 Using the katana, the instructor cut her head off and Carlie immediately followed suit, placing her head where the instructor had and feeling that wonder as she did so.  She managed to turn her head so she could watch the remainder of the video, being in pieces as she did so.

 “At your own pace, pick up your head and place it back where it would reattach, then reattach your waist.”

 Carlie didn’t want to, not yet.  She felt so good, so wonderful, as the instructor reassembled herself. “And we’re done.  Thank you for following along and don’t forget you can do this again at any time.”

 Carlie stayed in pieces for a couple of hours before reassembling herself, but she knew she’d be doing it again real soon.