Dear Diary

Based very loosely on the fave “Cut in Half.”

 I don’t even know how to begin this entry in my diary.  Not sure how I can explain exactly what I feel tonight.  Not sure if it’s even believable.

 As you know, I’ve been fascinated by magic for many years.  That first time I saw a double sawing captured my imagination and didn’t let go.  It seemed so amazing that those two girls could be split apart at their waists, have their legs switched around and look like they were having the times of their lives.

 It seemed so surreal, so magnificent.  What would it be like to have that happen to me, to have my body split in half at my waist, to still stay alive, and to be put back together with no problem at all?

 So you know what happened.  I started reading a lot of stories online.  Each one seemed to have different versions of what it would be like.  I also watched as many YouTube videos as I could get my hands on, always needing more.

 It was an addiction.  I needed to get my hit, my thrill.  I had to know about how it would happen.

 Sure, I found out that there were illusions in the way some performers did it, but, even though it stifled me a little, it didn’t stop the fascination.  I had to know.

 Funny thing is, I wasn’t even looking to find out when I called the photography studio.  I’d heard them mentioned and wanted to get some shots, so I called to get the appointment.  The price wasn’t as steep as I thought it might be, but I got the appointment anyway.

 It seemed like a normal studio, with paper backdrops, except for a couple of things that I didn’t expect.  The photographer had a metal table to one side, split in two.  He also had a large handsaw on top of it.  I gulped a little, not sure what that was for, but he explained it to me.

 His studio was one that produced unusual shots for people who wanted them, shots of magical things that, unless they knew the secret, would be expected photoshopping.  But he never used photoshop.  And, somehow, he knew what my fascination was.

 He asked if I really wanted it, to be photographed that way.  The addiction rushed in before the hesitancy.  I HAD to know.  I HAD to feel it.

 He helped me up on the table, and I positioned myself where my waist would be in line with the split.  He picked up the saw before I could object and slid it into the slot.

 I can’t really tell you what it was like, feeling the prickling sensation of the saw blade against my waist.  Fear and excitement flooded me, among other things.  All these years I’d been dreaming of it, desiring it, needing it, and it was happening.

 He pushed the saw and I felt it.  That eerie sensation as the saw pierced my side, causing me to gasp.  I expected pain, but none came and he kept going.

 The sensation of being sawn in half was actually not bad at first.  I felt myself smiling as he kept sawing through my body before I heard myself moaning.

 The pleasure I felt at being sawn kept building up.  It relaxed me, excited me, made me want to have more and more.

 Then he hit my backbone.  That sensation was EROTIC, feeling it going through that part of me.  I kept moaning, louder and louder, as he worked his way through my spine.  I honestly think I orgasmned as soon as he cut all the way through because I felt on cloud nine as, after another minute or so, he finished.

 I knew I was in two.  I could feel it all through my body, which surprised me.  I had to know, so I giggled a little as I could feel my feet twitch, even kick a little.

 As he pulled me apart, the wonderful sensation intensified so much.  It all seemed so strange, knowing I was in two pieces but still feeling like I was in one.

 We arranged my halves so that we could take a few pictures.  My favorite still was the one where my top half was lying on the ground as my bottom half sat on the stool.

 Although it seemed like hours, every minute a wonderful sensation, it was only a few minutes before he announced that I had to be restored.  Our time was up.

 While I was a little put out about it, he restored me with a whole new set of wonderful feelings.  He then handed me a card, telling me he’d get my pictures to me as soon as he could.

 I looked at the card, to a website.  I just looked it up and it said it could direct me on how to do magic on my own body.  I read it all.

 Tomorrow, I get myself a handsaw.