Fall was in air where I live. Somedays were crisp and cool, while other days still had Summer like warmth. It was one of those warm days when I went to another party that I was invited to. The only reason I accepted was because I heard there might be more tickling involved. Although I hate being in front of people, I enjoy being tickled, especially on my feet. I wore a tight black crop top and really short denim shorts.

    As usual, I didn't talk very much except to acknowledge the occasional compliment on my outfit. I hate small talk.

    The party had been going on for awhile when the host announced that he would need a couple of volunteers, and he sent out a couple of people into the crowd to find them. The first one that they found was a beautiful, outgoing redhead with long legs that made the other women jealous. She was around 5'10" tall (nine inches taller than me), and was wearing a yellow crop top, and short shorts that showed off every bit of those long legs.

    I was the next person that was chosen, but my fear of being in front of people started to get the better of me. I tried at first to resist, but I finally agreed. I set down my glass of punch and followed him to the front.

    The host turned to the redhead and asked her for her name.

    "Autumn." She replied.

    "An appropriate name for this time of year." He replied. "And yours?" He asked me.

    "Carlie." I replied.

    While this was going on, a couple of transparent sawing boxes were brought out. These were basically metal tables with clear plastic boxes on them, and one of the boxes was longer than the other.

    The boxes were removed from the tables, and the host asked us to remove our shoes and lay down on the tables. Autumn laid down on the longer table and I laid down on the shorter one. I was starting to get the feeling that we were chosen because of our height difference.

    The boxes were placed over our bodies, and stocks over our necks and ankles.

    A couple of saws were brought out and placed in the middle of the boxes. I don't know how Autumn felt, but I felt just a little bit of pain as the saw started to tear into my waist, but the deeper the saw went into me, the better it felt. The feeling as the saw severed my spine was indescribable.

    A couple of metal blades were brought out, inserted into the boxes, and our halves were pulled apart. They then tickled our feet, which caused us to laugh.

    The host turned to the crowd and said,  "Now, I know what some of you are thinking. You're probably thinking that this is fake that they aren't really sawn in half. To prove to that this real, I'm inviting each of you to come up here and tickle their feet."

    One by one all 75 people came up and tickled our feet. Something I enjoyed. After everyone had their turn, the host said that it was time to put us back together, but instead, they swapped our lower halves. They gave me Autumn's lower half, while she got mine. They removed the blades, and stocks. They then removed the boxes, and helped us off the tables. Autumn's jaw dropped as she looked down at her new lower half, and she gave the host a look of disgust. She clearly wasn't happy about being a lot shorter. I however loved my new, much longer legs, even if they were a little lighter complexion than the rest of my body.

    "Don't worry we'll reverse this soon, but first, we have more fun in store for you two." He said.

    We were led to a couple of stocks with chairs behind them. We were told to sit down (which we did), and place our feet in the stocks. Our wrists were restrained to the arms of the chairs, while the stocks were closed over our ankles and our big toes tied.

    The host then invited each person up to tickle our feet for one minute each. As each person came up, I noticed that Autumn's feet were ticklish, but not nearly as ticklish as mine. Autumn was now finding out the hard way that my feet are a lot more ticklish than hers.

    After 75 minutes of tickling, we were sweaty, breathing heavily, and our voices were hoarse.

    "I think it's time to give our lovely ladies their own lower halves back." The host said

     We were led back to the tables, and we laid down. The boxes and stocks were placed over us, and we were sawn in half again. The feelings that were there the first time were there again.

    Instead of putting us back together right away, the host again invited everyone to come up and tickle our feet.

    When Autumn's feet were tickled, I laughed, and when my feet were tickled, Autumn laughed.

    "No, not again!" Autumn said through her laughter.

    Because we hadn't yet been put back togther correctly, we still had control of each other's lower halves.

    After everyone had their chance to tickle us, they swapped our halves back, removed the blades, stocks, boxes, and helped us off our tables.

    I looked down and saw that I had my lower half back, while Autumn looked relieved to have hers back.

    "Let's give it up for Autumn and Carlie!" The host said.

     Everyone applauded.

    The end.