I was almost finished packing when my front door opened and my neighbor from across the hall walked into my living room and said "So... can I come with you?".

I stood up and faced her.  "Come with me where?"

"To Jamaica.  Duh." she replied with a grin.

"And how would you know I'm going to Jamaica?  I could just be going back to Kansas to visit my parents."

Monika pulled a sheet of paper that she was hiding behind her sundress and showed it to me.  It was a printed copy of the playbill for the shows I was scheduled to play at a high-end resort starting next week.  I looked back up to her still grinning face.  "How did you find that?"

She shrugged and put the playbill down on my coffee table.  "I like to see where you're going."  She looked at me curiously.  "You know you go to a lot of boring places?  Cleveland.  Wichita.  Bakersfield, Paducah.  I've been waiting for you to go to someplace cool like Vegas.  But you're going to Jamaica!"  She then got an ornery look on her face.  "Did you know they have nude beaches in Jamaica?" she said with a wink.

I've seen every inch of this woman but somehow that comment still made me blush.  "Um... yes.  I did know that."

Monika then turned and sat on my coffee table and stretched her legs out in front of her.  "So, can I go?  You can take me apart and pack me up in a couple of bags.  Maybe put my head in your carry-on just in case they lose the bags with my body parts in them?"

I thought about it for a second.  Sounded like a fun idea.  It would take at least a couple suitcases to pack up her body after I took her completely apart along with some 'packing material' such as clothes to make sure she doesn't get injured from the baggage handlers being rough with the bags.  Maybe three smaller ones if I couldn't find two regular suitcases to use since I only own one suitcase along with a carry-on.  Keeping her head with me in the carry-on was good thinking too.  But then I got to thinking of the logistics.  "Sorry, I could pack you into a couple of bags but... the x-ray scanners would see body parts inside or they'd inspect the bags and find your bits and I'd get arrested and then would have to explain what was going on.  You'd be removed from the bags and spread out over a couple of tables for inspection before it all got straightened out.  Just wouldn't work."

She looked thoughtful at that.  "Yeah, I guess you're right.  Everybody has to poke their noses in other people's stuff.  Even when that stuff is other people."

I laughed at that.  "Yeah, especially when that stuff IS other people."

She giggled.  "Can you imagine the look on their face when they opened up a bag and found a leg or my chest?"

"Oh, wow.  Yeah.  Definitely don't want some random person finding your chest.  Or your hips.  They'd probably steal those parts and you'd never get them back."

She furrowed her brow in thought.  "You think they'd do that?"

"Oh yeah", I said as I nodded in emphasis.  "People steal stuff out of baggage all the time.  Cameras and electronics especially.  And don't forget there are a lot of perverts out there.  Your body parts could very well end up in someone's dirty apartment and get 'used' regularly.  We definitely don't want that to happen to you."

She looked shocked and a bit dismayed.  "People suck.  Why do they have to be stealing my parts?  And for their own icky needs?"  She stood up.  "Okay.  I guess I won't be going with you.  I was really hoping to be on the beach again."

I stopped her from walking to the door.  "Hold on.  Just because I can't smuggle you to Jamaica in pieces doesn't mean you can't go."

"You got me a ticket?" she replied hopefully.

I shook my head.  "Ah, no.  Still don't have an extra ticket.  But I have another idea."  I took a large, white beach towel out of my suitcase, unfolded it and spread it out on my dining room table making sure that there were no wrinkles or folds in it.  I then turned to Monika.  "So, are you packed?  Do you have a bathing suit that you could wear?  I'll need you to put it on for this."

She looked at me quizzically.  "Why a bathing suit?"

"Well, this doesn't work well with clothing so the less the better."

"Oh, well that's easy enough." With that she dropped her sundress, it pooling around her bare feet, then laid her nude body onto the towel.  She looked up at my face and giggled at what must have been my obvious discomfort and surprise.  "I did tell you about the nude beaches earlier."

"Um, yeah, I just didn't..." I stammered and then took a deep breath.  "You know, I love your eccentricity but I don't know if I'll ever get used to it."

Monika winked at me.  "Good.  So, what next?"

"Well, next I ask again if you have anything packed?  We are going to be there a week."

She pointed at the sundress on the floor.  "Just that.  They have laundry at the hotel and, again, nude beach."  She raised her eyebrows.  "So what are you going to do to me?"

"Okay, fine.  You win."  I went to the kitchen and returned with a rolling pin and placed it on her thighs.  "I am going to flatten you and press you into the towel so if anyone checks, I have a beach towel with a naked lady on it.  No security or detention, just raised eyebrows at my inappropriate choice of towel."

Monika giggled at that.  "You pervert with your naked lady towel" she said with a wink.  She then looked down at the rolling pin I was holding on her thighs.  "So if you're going to flatten me, why start there?  Why not at my toes?"

"It's easier this way" I replied.  "Your legs are already touching the towel but your toes aren't.  Also much more comfortable for you than forcing your feet into an uncomfortable position to get started."

"Always thinking of me just like a gentleman."  She then smiled.  "Ready when you are."

I pushed down on the rolling pin and started moving it up and down her legs.  As it rolled over her legs, they started flattening out but not spreading out so it was if she was being forced into a life sized print of herself.  Shortly, her legs were pressed into the fuzzy towel from her thighs to her ankles.  I paused and looked up at her.  "Feeling okay?"

Monika was almost purring.  "Oh, wow!  Feeling good!  It's like a massage but better and so relaxing.  Keep going!"

I proceeded to flatten her feet into the towel before moving up to her hips.  Her torso took a little longer than her legs but it wasn't long until all that was left not pressed into the towel was her head.  "You ready for this?"

She was relaxed and looking dreamy.  "Yeah.  Just about.  How do I look?"

I looked down at the towel and admired my work.  "You look like a towel that has a detailed picture of you printed onto it.  With your head poking out somehow."

A small giggle.  "Cool.  Hey, take a picture of me when you're done and send it to my phone.  I wanna see what I look like after you bring me back."

I shrugged.  "Sure, I can do that.  Any other requests?"

"Just one.  Put me in your carry on bag so I don't get stolen."

I laughed.  "Already planned that way."  I prepared to finish.  "Here we go.  Smile for the 'camera'."  Monika smiled and then I finished rolling and pressing her into the towel.  Once done, I looked over my handiwork.  I checked for any parts not fully ingrained into the towel and then touched up her left breast, right foot and both knees until satisfied that she was one hundred percent part of the towel.  I flipped over the towel to reveal that her backside had become visible as well on the underside of the towel.  After putting away the rolling pin,

I folded the Monika towel once, tossed it over my shoulder and then started the washing machine.  An hour later, freshly washed and dried, I took Monika out of the dryer and held her up.  The 'print' of Monika no longer appeared flat but had flesh tone fuzzy loops like the rest of the towel thus completing the illusion that this is just a novelty towel and not a person magically pressed into it.  Running my hand over her, she no longer felt like flesh but instead like soft cotton.  Satisfied, I folded Monika up and stored her in my carry on baggage and

continued to prepare for the trip.

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A couple days later and I'm in my hotel in Jamaica wearing a t-shirt and my swim trunks with Monika tossed over my shoulder, fresh from the hotel dryer.  I spread her out onto the bed and looked her over before picking up the foot end of the towel, lifting it and then suddenly giving the towel a !snap!.  Monika landed on the bed just as I pulled the now sparkling white towel away.

I grinned at her.  "Hi stranger.  Welcome to Jamaica!"

Monika looked a little confused for a moment before looking up at me.  "We're here?  Cool!  So, how long was I a towel?"

I shrugged.  "A couple months."

Her eyes got big.  "What?!"

I laughed at her shock.  "Days.  Only a couple of days.  So, how was it being a towel?"

Her annoyance at my joke quickly ignored, she looked thoughtful.  "It was... soft.  And... floaty.  I dunno.  It's hard to describe."  She furrowed her brow for a second and then looked at me in the eye.  "Did you use me?  To dry off I mean?"

I shrugged.  "Yeah.  You were very soft and absorbent.  I didn't think you'd mind what with it being a new experience and all."

"Well, I wish you would have asked.  But I guess I couldn't reply anyway so, I guess it's okay.  And I'd hate to dry out and get flaky."

I nodded.  "That would be weird.  A flaky towel."

"I know!  People would be wondering why your naked lady towel is flaky and why you hadn't washed it."  She looked semi serious.  "You really should take better care of your towels so they don't get flaky.  People will think you're not very clean."

"Speaking of clean towels, want to go to the beach?"

Monika hopped up off of the bed.  "That doesn't make sense but, yes I want to go to the beach!" she said as she headed to the door.

I stopped her.  "You'll have to put this on first" I replied as I held up her sundress.  "The beach may be clothing optional, but the hotel isn't."

She huffed in mock exasperation.  "Fine!  Stupid hotels and their blobby rules.  I just want to go to the beach."  She put on her dress, grabbed the towel that she was a part of and then headed to the door with me following.  "Do I get to be a towel for the trip home too?"

"Yup.  I still don't have a ticket for you."

"Good.  I rather enjoyed that one."