Another Halloween had arrived, and that of course meant another costume party. Jessica arrived dressed as a zombie. I answered the door wearing nothing but a pair of sandals.

   "Let me guess.... Lady Godiva?" She asked.

    I chuckled and said: "No silly. Come with me, I need you to help me with something."

   She followed me into the living room where a long table was set up. It had two stocks at each end. One had one hole in the middle of it, and the other had two holes. I opened the stocks and laid down on the table, put my feet in the stock with two holes, and my neck in the one with one hole.

    "Okay, now close the stocks and roll the cover over my body, please." I said.

    Jessica did as I asked her. The cover was clear and flexable, so that my body could still be seen.

     "Now, flip the switch." I said.

     She flipped the switch and the machine turned on. The stocks along with my head and feet started moving closer together. Jessica started to look worried as she could see that my my body was going to be crushed, and she turned toward the switch.

      "It's okay, Jess. Leave it alone." I said, trying to reasure her..

    The stocks kept moving closer and closer together. My body was now compressed into the shape of a cube, and I couod feel and hear my bones being crushed, but it didn't hurt. The stocks continued moving until they met. The only parts of my body that could be seen now were my head and feet. The rest of my body was completely crushed.

    "Okay, you can shut it off now." I said.

    She did so.

    "Okay, now remove the stocks and stand me up." I said.

     Jessica removed the stocks, and stood me up. It looked like my feet were attached to my neck. I couldn't really walk. I basically just shuffled.

    "Carlie, you look just like a goomba. You look absolutely adorable. Jessica said.

     "This is why I wasn't wearing any clothes. I didn't want them to get wrinkled." I replied.

    Jessica picked me up and carried me out to the car. The party went great. The guests where surprised and amused when they saw me, and kept trying to figure out how a 5'1" woman could fit in that costume. If they only knew. The only downside to it was my hair got stepped on a few times. I knew I should have worn it up. I was announced as the winner of the costume contest again. After the party was over, we went back home.

    "Time to put me back in the machine and restore me." I said.

    "Not yet." She replied.

    She put her finger on my forehead and tipped me over so that I was laying the back of my head. She then removed my sandals and started tickling my soles and I started laughing.

     "Don't worry, Carlie, I'll restore you eventually." Jessica said as she continued to tickle me.

The end