The poster frame is a closeup of a woman's face. Blonde, middle aged, personable. She's smiling faintly, looking at you as if just waiting for you to click play.

- CLICK -

"Hi guys! Welcome to my channel. I'm Vivian, and this is Magic Out of the Box, the web series that takes every trick that has been done to death and flips it on its head, providing you with spectacular feats of illusion like you've never seen before. Today..."

She breaks off, faking an interruption from the viewer.

"What? Why am I so close to the camera? Well... we'll get to that in a minute. Like I was saying, today I'm going to show you my very own take on the Interlude. Do you know this stale - ahem - classic illusion, the Interlude? Yup, that's right! It's the one where an assistant passes through the magician's body."

The video cuts off to a still picture of a magic act. A man, trapped inside an A-shaped device, is grimacing in pain. And for good reason, too, seeing as there is a young lady half-sticking out from the hole of the A, where the man's torso is supposed to be.

"Now, this one is just about as old as it is obvious, but, in case you haven't figured it out, and you haven't watched the Masked Magician, I'm not going to spoil it for you. Let's just say that it takes absolutely no skill. At all. Anyone could do it, really. In fact, if you ever learn how it's done, you'll go duh? Seriously?"

Giggles.

"Of course, if you take that suspicious-looking box out of the picture, well, that's a whole other story. Which brings us to the reason why you haven't been able to see me from my neck down yet. The thing is, in today's video, I'm going to wear an outfit especially made for the trick. So I thought I'd let you guys check it out first, then you'll watch me wear it, and it'll be a single, continuous take, so you don't think I've got anything hidden anywhere. Sadly for me, this means starting off in the nude."

A long, deep breath.

"So, kids, if you're not eighteen or older, now is the time to stop watching. Why don't you check out something else from me? Here, I've put together a bunch of kids-safe clips, each one more amazing than the last."

Vivian's face gets minimized into a tiny window in the bottom-left corner of the original window, which now contains six video preview thumbnails, each looping a short clip in which the woman is shown performing some reality-defying feat, like flying off a windowsill, or holding up a silver platter with her own head on it.

"Go ahead and click any video you like. I'll give you a moment to make your choice."

A timer appears under the thumbnails, counting down from ten seconds. As it hits zero, Vivian reclaims her screen real estate.

"Are you still there? Alright then, I'll just assume we're all big boys here. Zoom out!"

The camera does just that, and you are presented with a view of Vivian from head to toe. The woman is indeed completely naked, but her nipples and her crotch are blurred out. She has a plump figure, with big boobs slumping wearily over her belly. By contrast with the whiteness of her body, her face suddenly looks flushed. There are freckles on her shoulders, dimples on her thighs, and pregnancy stretch marks all along her bikini line. Judging by the darkness of the blurred spot between her legs, she doesn't shave much down there.

"See? Nothing in my hands, nothing up my sleeve. Well, no sleeves at all is more like it."

She spins a full 360 degrees as she speaks.

"Oh, and just one thing before I start. As you can see, I'm no nude model. I'm okay with it. I'm a real, mature woman with a real, mature body. I like it this way. If you don't, please go watch something else. Body shamers are not welcome here. I mean, let's keep my looks out of the comments section altogether, okay people? You post anything... less than appropriate once, you're banned. Don't say I didn't warn you. Anyways..."

Vivian leans forward and extends one arm. The cameraman (and it is really a man, as is evident from the hairy forearm that comes up into view) hands her a black piece of clothing.

"Thank you hun. Alright, here it is. Basically a swimsuit, as you can see. Good old-fashioned one-piece. Simple. Classic. Except, it's not!"

Vivian makes a fist and punches the swimsuit. Her hand somehow goes through it, and her arm comes out of the other side.

"See? It's got two openings, two slits, one in the back, one in the front. So you can push stuff through it."

The woman drags her hand back and forth, giving spirit fingers. Once satisfied with herself, she pulls it out.

"Now, let's slip it on and see how it looks."

She proceeds to wear the outfit while standing on one foot, then another. It is a rather slow and awkward process, and one that forces the woman into a series of unflattering poses.

"There! Nice and tight."

Vivian adjusts the lay of her shoulder straps with her thumbs.

"See the opening I was talking about?"

Sewn into the stomach region of the outfit is a large circle made of a half-transparent, plastic-like sort of material. The circle is vertically split in two by a thin slit, like the mouth of a tissue box. Vivian reaches down with both hands and parts the two membranes, uncovering her belly button and a six, seven inches-diameter circle of bare skin around it.

"One in the front, one in the back."

She turns around and demonstrates a similar opening in the small of her back.

"Although, now that I'm wearing this outfit, of course you can't push anything through it anymore. Right? Not without hurting me. That's what you're thinking, right?"

The woman smirks.

"Think again!"

She forms her hand into a shovel and jabs herself in the stomach, so hard that she doubles over and a grunt escapes her mouth. For a moment Vivian just pauses, exhaling a strained sigh. When she looks up from her half-hunched stance, she's still smirking. She blows a strand of hair from her eyes. Her hand is buried wrist-deep in the fold of her belly.

"Well, it's always kind of hard at the start. But don't worry, it did work. Just give me a second."

The woman begins batting and pushing on her elbow with the other hand, as if driving a nail through wood, and her arm does indeed sink in, deeper and deeper.

"Not saying that it's... painful or anything, but..."

In a few seconds, the whole of her forearm disappears through the gap in her outfit.

"There."

Vivian tries her best to regain a dignified pose, even though she's now unable to fully straighten up. She flourishes at herself.

"Ta-da! The Interlude."

Her smile falters.

"What? A secret pocket? Pfft! When are you gonna learn, you die hard non-believers, you?"

The woman turns around, and there's her hand, waving at the camera from the middle of her back.

"Hello there! Are you satisfied, now?"

Vivian reaches back and manages a sort of self-handshake.

"How do you do? Nice to meet you!"

She begins to alternately pull at one arm with the other, sliding them back and forth through the gap in her body. At the same time the camera moves around in a circle, putting her on display from all angles. You also get to see more of the room: it seems to be a very spacious basement. The walls and the floor are ethereally white and clean. No furniture in sight.

"Alright, getting smoother now. So what do you think, fellas? Isn't this the best Interlude you've ever seen? Although, to be fair, right now it looks more like a sword-through-body sort of thing. Let's kick it up a notch, shall we?"

Vivian uncrosses her arms and has a stretch, then she looks up at the ceiling and cups her hands like a megaphone around her mouth.

"Liam! Come to mama!"

Footsteps from upstairs, plus a variety of other noises. Shortly after, a skinny ten-to-twelve-ish-year-old walks into view. He's carrying a surfboard and wearing a shorty wetsuit.

"What do you want, Ma? I was just going out."

He speaks in a monotone. His words are obviously scripted.

"What's with this attitude? And you haven't even introduced yourself."

"Oh, right."

The boy turns to the camera and waves his hand.

"Hey there, I'm Liam, and I absolutely wasn't around for the first part of the clip."

Vivian rolls her eyes.

"Whatever. So, will you do something for me before you go? It'll only take a minute."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Run me through with your board."

Liam raps on his surfboard.

"You mean this solid, authentic surfboard? Won't that cause you severe bodily injury?"

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

The boy readily shrugs his shoulders.

"Well then, if you insist."

He steps behind his mother.

"Are you ready?"

"Anytime."

Vivian turns to you again.

"As always, people, don't try this at home. Liam and I are what you call profess..."

The woman breaks into a gasp and staggers forward a little as the surfboard shoots out of her belly. She briefly looks down at it before resuming her talk.

"As I was saying, this could end up pretty badly if you don't know how it's done. Again, don't say I didn't warn you."

Liam pushes on the surfboard, and his mother spins under the momentum, turning to the side. We now clearly see that half of the board extends from Vivian's front side, and another half from her back.

"Great. I guess you want your board back now, don't you?"

"Yes, please."

The boy grabs the back end of his surfboard with both hands, but just as he makes to pull it out his mother grabs hold of the opposite end, pulling the other way. Liam tugs at it harder, and so does Vivian. This goes on for a little while, leaving no room to doubt that the board is made of a single, undivided piece.

"Hey, what's up with you? I thought you just said I can have it back?"

"I never said that. You want it..."

With a sudden, forceful yank, Vivian gets the whole of the board out of her belly, followed by most of Liam's arms, while the boy finds his head slammed into his mother's back.

"... you gotta go through me!"

Another yank, this time at Liam's wrists, and we see the boy's feet leave the ground as his upper body enters Vivian's. The surfboard falls off with a loud bang.

"Hey! You'll break it!"

"You let it go, not me."

With a hand planted on Vivian's chest and the other on her thigh, Liam begins to wiggle his way through, his legs flailing in the air behind the woman's back. Vivian bends backwards in response to the shift of balance, and soon she's almost down on the ground, while Liam is once again standing on his feet, and stepping out of her body like out of a pair of jeans.

"Shoot! You're really such a big weirdo, you know?"

The boy eagerly picks up his board.

"I'm outta here."

He storms out, his footsteps accompanied by Vivian's hushed chuckling. The woman slowly gets back on her feet, then checks herself over.

"Kids."

She spreads open the front slit of her outfit to confirm that her belly is intact, more to your benefit than to hers.

"Anyways, I guess that's that for today's episode."

She pulls the straps off her shoulders and folds her one-piece downward, then she slides it all the way down to mid-thigh.

"As you can see, nothing here but solid woman."

She slaps her belly. Her boobs wobble.

"So, well, thanks a bunch for watching, guys. I hope you enjoyed this video, and if you did, please hit the like button and share. Also, you know what? I think I'm starting to feel comfortable about this, uhm, this nudity thing. I might do more if the mood takes me. For example, I would be really, really happy if I were to hit 50K subscribers before summer's out. So subscribe, subscribe, subscribe! See you next time!"

Vivian blows you a kiss, and that's where the end of the video freezes her.