A quick disclaimer. This story has to do with real magic and is of an adult theme. Anyone without an imagination might not know what to do with this story and might have nightmares because they are morons. Melissa Joan Hart is used as the central character. My apologies to her if she is offended by this. Her name was used as this is my fantasy. No further explanation should be necessary. If the reader would like to envision another famous or not so famous person, be my guest.

When I was asked to perform with Melissa Joan Hart on a television magic special, I agreed before they even mentioned the fee. Maybe I should not have jumped the gun as I could have asked for more money, but since I first saw Melissa a few years ago, I have always wanted to meet her. I asked the producer how I could contact her, as I would need to practice with her. He replied that she would contact me soon as she was the one who requested me. Imagine my delight! A few days later Melissa called and we set up a date to practice the act at my house. I asked that she wear sandals, because I needed her feet to be bare. And I also requested that she wear or bring shorts and a sports bra for the act. She agreed and said that she would be over that weekend.

When Melissa arrived on Monday, I was so excited that I had to do something to get myself to calm down. So when she arrived, I didn't notice her until she sat down next to me on the piano bench. Scared the hell out of me!

"Hi!" she said.

"Oh! I didn't know that you were here! I was just practicing some while I waited for you to show up. Do you like Chopin?"

"Yeah, you play very well."

"It keeps my fingers nimble. Do you want to go ahead and get started?" I was anxious to get her downstairs to my 'Little Shop of Horrors'.

"Yeah. What do I need to do?"

"Just follow me."

Melissa looked quite attractive. She was hardly wearing any makeup and she wore cut off jeans, a sports bra with an unbuttoned flannel shirt and Birkenstocks.

I led her downstairs and turned on the lights. Melissa stopped in her tracks. She was transfixed by my collection.

"Wow, I didn't know you had so much stuff!" She was taking every prop in by turn.

"Well, which one do you want to try first? We could simply chop off your head, saw you in half or thirds, or maybe you have something that you want to try?" I was curious as to what she wanted to try out or if she would get scared.

Melissa kicked off her shoes and took off her flannel shirt. She began walking around the room looking at each prop and touching each one as she studied them. She went past a few until she came upon the guillotine. I watched her study it for a moment. She ran her hands over the stocks and felt the blade. I knew it would be the first. I turned around and picked up her shoes and shirt and set them on a table next to the door. As I was doing this I heard a couple of clicks behind me. I turned back and Melissa had her head locked in the stocks with her hand on the lever that drops the blade.

"Is this how this works?" she asked.

"Wait! I haven't prepared you yet!" I began to move in her direction. At that moment, she pulled the lever and the guillotine went to work. As I watched, the blade slammed down and passed through her neck, severing her head from her body, dropping it into the basket below. I was totally amazed that she had the will to do that. I walked over to the basket and looked in. Her head was face up with a huge grin plastered all over it. "That was cool! What else can we do?" she exclaimed.

"Well, we can saw you in pieces. Which is what I had originally planned to do. That is why I requested the outfit. But we can try a few other things later." I had never had an assistant show such enthusiasm.

"Put my head back on so we can try that."

As I picked up her head, I felt something bump into my back. I then felt two hands feel their way over my butt and then up and around to my stomach and chest.

"You have a nice body," Melissa said. "Maybe we can trade roles later." I was nervous already, and that didn't help at all even though she was practically my fantasy woman. I quickly turned around and stuck her head back on her body and took a step back. "Uh, why don't we try something else. Let's saw your body in thirds first before you get into any more mischief. Come over to this table and lie down on it."

"Can I saw myself in half?"

I had never had anyone ask that question before. "Maybe later, but I, uh, want to practice the act for the show right now. Just work with me."

"OK, what do I need to do?"

"Well first sit up on this table and hold your feet together. Now I am going to lock your feet down." I snapped a small collar on each ankle and she wiggled her feet at me. " Keep wiggling your toes as it reminds the audience that they are real. Now lie back and keep your arms at your sides." I then locked a collar around her neck and then secured her wrists to the table next to her hips. "Next I am going to place these collars over your body." I took two collars and placed one over her thighs just below her cut offs and one over her midsection just below her sportsbra. The collars were about five inches thick and left her body exposed so that any observer could see her hands, feet and head along with the rest of her body easily.

"You don't use boxes?" She inquired.

"Not on this one. Why take away the fun?"

"I like it! So are you going to cut me?" she asked coyly.

"Exactly!" With that said, I picked up the saw blade and quickly cut through the first collar.

"Oh, God! That feels great! Go slower cutting my legs. Please!"

"Okay then." I already knew that my best assistant ever was lying on the table in front of me. Most girls do it for the money or the chance to be on stage. Hell, Melissa LOVED it! If she weren't already a star, I would ask her to be my permanent assistant. I might ask anyway. After a moment, I put the saw in the groove above her legs and slowly drug the blade across her skin.

"Yes! That feels so cool!" She was grinning and watching my face as I dismembered her.

I continued cutting her legs off and when I finished, I slowly slid the dividers into their appropriate grooves.

"Those are cold!"

"Sorry, I'll have them warmed up for the show. Now watch closely. Sorry, used to saying that. Let me show you what I have done." With that I pulled the upper portion away from her body and set it to the side so she could see the rest of herself.

"Cool." She began wiggling her fingers and toes. I then took hold of the lower third and pulled it away. I set her legs and feet to the right of her head and left her midsection to her left.

"I love it!" she exclaimed. "Do more!"

"More? I can only do one more thing with this table, but I will have to change the blades and stocks to do it."

"What are we waiting for? I'm enjoying this."

"Alright then." I moved her body back into its original position and removed the blades and collars from her body but leaving her wrists, neck and ankles secured to the table. I grabbed two new collars and attached them over the same spots on her body.

"This isn't the exact same thing is it? I mean, that was cool, but I thought that you said that you would do something more."

"Please be patient and I'll show you." I set the saw in the groove and rested it on her chest as I said this. I began dragging the blade slowly through her skin and continued to do so until there was nothing left to cut through.

"Yes," she said. "Exactly like that. I love it done slowly to me." I had to stop and ponder that for a moment. I decided to be a little brave. As I cut through her legs, I set my left hand on her thigh. Her skin felt fantastic. I was loath to remove my hand when I was done cutting, but I had to. I turned around and picked up one whole blade and six half blades and placed them in their grooves. Three blades in her chest and four in her legs.

"Ahh! Don't you have any warm blades?"

"Sorry. I'll heat up the others in a bit. Now, let's do this again." I pulled her head and upper torso away from the rest of her and slid her over so that, once again, she could see the rest of her body.

"This is too cool!" She was still grinning.

"Yeah, I love it too. And now for the something extra. I hope you like it." I picked up the last piece of the set and locked it into place so that it ran vertically down her midsection.

"Oh, yeah! Now you're talkin'!" She was clearly excited about this.

I picked up the saw again and placed it between her legs. "This will ruin your shorts. Do you still want me to do this? I have an old girlfriend's pair of Speedo's that will probably fit you. You can have them if you still want to do this."

"Yes. Go for it! I'll leave wearing a towel if that's all you have. Just please cut me!"

"Okay. Here goes…" With her official O.K., I sank the saw into her crotch and began cutting her again. She squealed in delight as the saw passed through her. At least I thought it was just delight. Anyway, I continued until I was all the way through her. I took the last two blades and placed them in my new cut.

"Ahh! Those are cold too! I thought you were going to warm them up!" She didn't look too annoyed.

"Hold on. I'll warm up the rest of them." I took my remaining blades and set them in the sink and began running hot water over them. I returned to find her holding one half of her shorts and panties in each hand with her hips completely bare. The table and the cross member covered her naughty bits.

"You were right, the saw did ruin my shorts." She had a very sly look on her face.

"Um, yeah. Let me take those for you." I took the remains of her shorts from her hands and threw them away. I had to tear my eyes away from her midsection. I mean, she didn't have a tan line. The thought was driving me nuts!

"Okay, here's the rest of it." I first released her ankles from their bonds. Then I grabbed hold of her right foot and pulled it and her right leg away from the apparatus and set it next to her head. I repeated with her left foot and leg.

"Now for the climax of the act." I placed my hands at the lower end of her midsection and dug my fingers between the blades and pried them apart. I slid the two halves to either side of her head so that she could see both sides clearly.

"Yeah," she whispered. "You were right about climax." She looked at her hands and feet and wiggled them in turn. I once again decided to be a little brave and took her wiggling as a cue.

"Now we have to show the audience that these are really your body parts." I picked up her right leg and turned it upside down so that her sole was showing. I then bent her leg at the knee so that her foot was in the air.

"Wait, what are you doing?" It was the first time this afternoon that she looked nervous.

"Proving that this lovely foot of yours is really yours." With my right hand I grabbed her ankle so that she could not get away from me. I then took my left index finger and slowly drew it up her sole.

"Hahahah! Stop! My feet are ticklish! Hahahahah!" She was squirming all over the place. Literally.

"Well, I have to prove it to them." I stopped tickling her helpless foot and rested my hand on her sole.

"Unless you're going to rub them or kiss them, please don't mess with my feet." She looked serious.

"Kiss them? Like this?" I bent over and kissed her right in the middle of her sole. Her skin was soft and had a pleasant taste to it.

"Well, I meant that figuratively. But I don't mind you kissing them. It feels kind of nice."

"Oh. Well maybe later." I set her leg back down.

"Well, this is all the more that I can do with this particular set. But I have another box that you might be interested in if you want more."

"Cool! Let's try it out."

I grabbed Melissa's legs and set them next to each other. I didn't bother clamping her ankles back down. I slid my hand onto her bare hips and pushed her midsection back together. Being able to touch her there was heaven. When her legs were lined up with her hips, I moved her head and shoulders into their proper position and began removing the blades. "What do you want to do about the Speedo?" I was a little embarrassed to ask.

"Just set them next to me and I'll grab them and put them on. You're not embarrassed to see a naked woman are you?" She was looking very ornery right then.

"Um, ah, yes. I mean no! I mean, I don't want you to be uncomfortable. Here, let me unlatch everything and you can remove the joints yourself so that I don't embarrass you." I did as I said and then turned around. I heard her remove the collars and get off of the table. After a moment she appeared in front of me wearing only her sports bra and the skin tight Speedos.

"They're a little tight, but they'll work."

Indeed they were. They left nothing to the imagination. Now I was really nervous. I don't know why women do this to me, but there it is. "Let's try another trick." I then quickly led her over to a black and gray box on a stand. The box had two sides and the top open. The box was half the size of an average sized woman and was twice as deep as an average woman is thick. It was just wide enough for an assistant to fit inside.

"What do we do with this one?" Melissa hadn't figured it out yet.

"Well, first I want you to sit down inside of it and slide back." She complied. "Now I want you to pull your knees up to your chin. Now hold them there. Good. I now want you to push your feet through the holes in the bottom of the box until your ankles are through." She did so and her feet appeared under the table. Then I put a clasp around each ankle so that she could not pull her feet back into the box.

"You're not going to mess with them are you?"

"Not yet. That is, not unless you tell me to."

"OK. You better not." She didn't look like she was serious, but I thought I would take her serious for the moment.

"Now I am going to put the top on the box on with a collar to hold your neck," I said. I snapped it into place, trapping her head. "Now the front cover. I need you to put your hands through the holes in the front of the box." She did. The holes were about even with her chest.

"You've got me trapped in here pretty tight. I like it already. But what does this box do?"

"It hides your body while allowing the audience to see only your hands, head and feet. Simple" As I said this I added the final side panel to the box, hiding her body completely.

"Well, yeah. I know that. But what are you going to do with it?"

"Well, first I am going to take this sword and pass it through you." I took a long silver bladed sword and set it in a lengthwise grove in the middle of the box. I then pulled it towards the back of the box, cutting her in half. "Now I am going to cut you in half again vertically." I placed the sword in a groove that ran up the center of the box. "Wait, I can't do this."

"What! Why?" She asked.

"Well, because I'll be cutting your top and your shorts again. It will ruin both of them and you will be naked in there." I couldn't believe that I hadn't thought of that earlier.

"That didn't bother me before. Go ahead and cut, I really don't care about my clothes."

"If that is totally OK with you." I really couldn't believe that she wasn't shy about her body at all.

"I said that it was. Go ahead and do your thing."

I pulled the sword back until I had to stop because her head was in the way. "Hmm, I guess I'll just have to move your head." I grabbed hold of her head and pulled it to her right so that it was on the left side of the box. I then completed the cut with the sword so that Melissa was in four pieces. I began inserting blades into the grooves where I had cut her, fully quartering her body. I picked up the pieces and moved them so that none were touching each other.

"Cool! I have never seen this trick before. Did you come up with it?"

"Well, yeah. Do you like it?" I am kind of proud of my ingenuity.

"Yes! Can we do this one on the show?"

"If this is the one you want. I'll have a special outfit made for you that will not leave you naked. But let's finish it first." I picked up her upper left side that had only her left hand protruding, and set it atop her lower left portion. Her lower left portion was set on its side so that her left foot was the left side of the box. I removed the blades that separated the two boxes and then shoved the upper box down into the bottom box. When I was done, her left hand and left foot stuck out of a single box the size of one of the two originals. I continued with the other two boxes until Melissa was squeezed into a single box that was only the size of one of the original quarters. Her feet were sticking out of the left side and her head out of the right. Her hands were both sticking out of the front. I then pushed the box down further until her hands, feet and head were sticking out of a one and a half-foot cube.

"Do you still like it? We could try another if you wish."

"I still want to do it. This is so cool! Can you squeeze me down even tighter?"

"I sure can. But not much further." I pushed down on her head until there was only enough room for her hands sticking out of the front. I then pushed the other side down so that the cube was just a little bigger than her neck.

"Like that?"

"Smaller! Can you scrunch me smaller? Please? I love it!"

"I can do one more thing. But after this, I can't do anything more." I removed the cuffs from her wrists and pushed her hands inside the box. When they were in, I pushed down on her head until the box was only one inch thick and all that was visible of Melissa was her head and feet. She was quite literally the shortest woman in the world.

"I love it! Can you do one more thing for me?"

"What's that?"

"Cut me in half now. Run that blade through the middle of this box and separate my feet and head."

"If that is what you really want." Damn, but she got into this! I took the blade and did as she asked. I set her head on the table and set her feet so that they were sticking soles up into the air.

"Yes! Cut the bottom part in two so that my feet are separate too!" I complied with her wish. I cut the bottom square in two and set her feet on either side of her head.

"I love it! This is just what I wanted. Can we do this one on the show?"

"If this is what you want, sure." I figured she would by her reaction to it.

"Yeah. Hey, put me back together now. I have to go talk to my agent and tell him we agreed on one."

"I don't know how. I have never done this trick before."

"What?! You don't know? But, I can't go around like this. I can't do my show from a box!"

"Calm down. I was just kidding. Let me show you something." I stuck her feet back onto the part with her head attached and expanded the box back into a cube. I then grabbed hold of her right foot and pulled on it. As I pulled, her right leg came out of the box. I stopped when her thigh was all of the way out. I did the same to her left leg.

"Now I need you to stand up so I can finish the job." I helped her up onto her feet and then grabbed hold of her head. I pulled up until the box stopped expanding and she was at her correct height. I went around in front of her and pulled the front off of the box to reveal Melissa's body whole and intact. I quickly turned around as I had forgotten what had happened to her clothes. She was completely naked and I just had had an eyefull.

"Oh, sorry. Let me get you something to wear." I quickly ran over to some storage that I have down there and picked out a pair of boxers and an old tee shirt. I turned around to see where she was only to find that she was right behind me, naked as a jaybird.

"Oh, um, here's something you can wear." I half handed, half threw the clothes at her and turned around.

"Thanks, but I won't need the shirt. I brought one of my own, remember?" She stepped in front of me, topless I might add, and threw the shirt back on the pile.

"That was fun, but I have to go now."

"Do you still want to perform this illusion on TV?" I wanted so bad to work with her some more.

"Of course! I'll be back Friday to work on the performance with you. And maybe we can play around some with your equipment." Much to my shock, Melissa then raised up on her toes and kissed me full on the lips. I was so shocked, I didn't remember to even try to kiss her back until she broke off. "Oh. Maybe on Friday after we're done, you can be the assistant and I can be the magician. Or maybe we can both be assistants… I'll show myself out." On her way out she picked up her shirt and shoes. She didn't bother to put either on.

Today is Monday. This will be the longest week of my life.