Kelly and I had been having so much fun at the food festival.  We had both had a falling out with our boyfriends, so we decided that it was definitely time for a girls night out.  The town put out a really great festival, and we had been stuffing ourselves with all sorts of food.  Now that we were full, Kelly and I walked and talked down the street.
    "Pfft, who needs those dumb boys, right?  We're so compatible, we should just date each other,"  Kelly said to me jokingly.  We said gay stuff like that to each other all the time.  We weren't though.
    "Hey, well, according to Jeff, you're pretty good in the sack," I responded with a smug smile.
    "He said what?!"
    "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," I reassured her.  She could be quite the hothead.
    "Careful now, I'm already on tilt from the last time he came over, not to mention that weird guy who hit on me earlier,"  Kelly jokingly threatened.
    "You can hardly blame the guy, hot stuff,"  I smiled as I playfully slapped her ass.  Had anyone else done this, they would have been suplexed into a smear on the ground.  I, however, was Kelly's bestest, closest friend ever since I transferred out of my old Christian school and into the local public elementary school.  In fact, up until what would happen later that night, I didn't think any two people could be closer friends.  Her short temper matched her short stature (not that I had any room to talk on the subject of height), but I knew better than anyone how to push her buttons in just the right way.  The trick this time was to complement her during the tease.  The complement wasn't insincere; she looked especially sexy that night.  I had to admire how cute my best friend was as she stop walking to give me 'that look.'  Her eyeliner was on fleek that night, which really accentuated her big, round, blue eyes.  She was one of those girls with kind of a big nose that actually went really well with the rest of her face to make her face super cute and charming.  She was self conscious about her nose, but from the front it blended in with her skin and looked like it wasn't even there.  She wore red lipstick on her ready to be kissed lips as she pouted at my quip.
    Not that I was ready to kiss them.  I mean, best friends are just kind of like that, you know?
    I matched her pout with my smile.  I didn't look to bad myself, I reckoned.  I was, er, am of Japanese decent, which was pretty obvious to anyone who ever saw me.  Kelly always teased me that I was some weirdo's Japan schoolgirl hentai fantasy come to life.  So, yeah, Asian girl (I'm really bad at talking about myself).
    "Hey what's on this street?"  Kelly said as she looked down at where we were standing.
    I looked down at the road, and instead of the usually black tarmac, the road was more of a beige, kind of skin tone color.  I recognized it since I ran along this road almost daily for my workouts.  For the past two weeks, every time I ran by it I got a weird feeling like I was being watched by someone.  "Yeah," I began to answer Kelly's question, "I think that stuff got on the rode after that big 5k the other day."
    "Huh.  Oh hey what's that over there?"  Kelly said as she grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the spot.
    The place that she was dragging me to was a big stage that the festival people had set up.  On stage there was a guy showing some other guy a hand of cards.
    "Ohhhh, this is that magician that I heard they would have here."
    "Maybe we can be his lovely assistants," mused Kelly as she winked at me.  Platonically.
    We watched together as the magician finished up his rather impressive card trick.  As the audience volunteer returned to the audience, the magician took the cover off of a sizable box that had two cylinders in the front of it and a crank on the side.
    "Any lovely volunteers brave enough to face the unbeatable wringer?"  He called out to the crowd.
    Acting quickly, I raised Kelly's arm high into the air.  Before she even registered what had happened, the magician pointed at her and gestured her to come up to the stage.  Kelly gave me the look again, but her glare quickly transformed into a smile.
    "One condition," she shouted to the stage, "my bestie has to do it with me."
    "Hmmm," the magician rubbed his chin, "I guess for such an adorable couple I can make it work."
    I blushed at his implication, but, like, a confused blush.  I mean, I was pretty secure in my sexuality.  Sure, I had thought about intimacy with other women, but every best friend had had fantasies about scissoring each other's fucking brains out all night long, but all best friends did that.
    "Come along now, sweetie," teased Kelly in her mock-sweet voice as she grabbed me by the hand and led me onto the stage.  Before I knew it the magician had guided us into the box in front of everyone.  
    "I wasn't paying attention, did he explain how to do this trick?" I whispered in Kelly's ear as the magician was talking to the audience.
    "I dunno, just play along I guess."
    The magician said with massive amounts of cheesiness, "Alright folks, watch these two clearly in love lovers face the horror of... the wringer!"
    With that, he cranked the crank, and I felt a sharp tug on my toes.  Apparently Kelly felt it too, as she reflexively grabbed me with both arms.  As the magician continued turning, I felt my body get pulled downward.  What was the weird part was that I felt a brief pressure climb up my body starting from the point on my toes that I had been tugged.  What the even weirder part was was that the parts that the pressure had gone past felt really light and sort of like they had just been massaged.  I gave Kelly a confused look, and she replied with a shocked face.  We simultaneously looked out at the audience as we steadily lowered into the box.
    Suddenly, I remembered the device that we were actually in, and the pieces fell into place.  As the cylinders that I now recognized as rollers went up past my belly button, I realized that were were being fed into the wringer like damp pieces of laundry.  That feeling in the lower have of my body and the pressure was probably the sensation of being flattened out, I figured to myself as our boobs slightly slowed our descent into the rollers.  As our heads passed through the rollers, I was so lost in thought thinking about how this was possible that Kelly's short little yelp hardly even registered in my mind.  I felt the pressure on my face as I briefly passed into darkness.
    I felt like I was going fall to the ground as the light returned to my eyes, but the rollers suddenly came to a stop.  Kelly and I were kept from falling to the ground by some force that kept the backs of our heads stuck to the bottom roller.  I tried to move, but found that the only part of me that could move was my eyes.  I looked down to confirm my suspicion; I could see my lower body, and it was definitely as flat as a piece of paper with Kelly's paper body pressed up against it.  It was kind of amusing how it just sort of furled out onto the stage.  I guess at the time the situation was so incredibly odd that I wasn't really reacting in a way someone normally would.
    "Ah," I heard from beside me.  I tried to look, but couldn't due to my now 2D eyes being unable to see things directly next to me.  I did, however, recognize the confused sigh as Kelly's.
    "Oh darn, looks like the girls lost this one.  Let's give them a round of applause as I show them how much I've gotten them to slim down!"  The magician called out to the bewildered crowd.
    As the large group of watcher applauded, the magician brought out a mirror in front of us.  It was a pretty crazy sight to be honest.  It looked like someone had printed out a picture of us on a giant piece of paper and then cut the picture out.  I examined myself first.  I guess my wonderment had been showing on my face, because I had this really stupid bewildered expression.  I had one of my eyebrows raised, my nose had slightly crinkled, and my mouth was ever so slightly open in confusion.  As my gaze wandered to Kelly, I saw that I had apparently wrapped my arms around her after she had.  Institutionally, of course.
    Though I seemed to be looking straight at the camera in this metaphorical picture, Kelly looked as though the camera had surprised her and she had been turning her head towards it.  If she looked forward, she would be looking at about a 45 degree angle to the plane of our bodies.  Her mouth was open wider than mine in shock, but it wasn't all the way open, as though she had just realized what was happening as her head passed through.
    "Ah, ah-ah?"  I heard her attempt at speech as a poster.
    "Uuuuu," was the only sound I could muster from my frozen mouth.
    "Well, I guess it's time to get these two back to normal, huh?  All I have to do is crank the wringer backwards and they'll come out good as new and ready to give each other a big smooch after their trial!" came the voice of the magician once again.
    Feeling relief, I felt the rollers start to go in the opposite direction from before.  The relief was quickly dashed though, as I felt the same sort of feeling going back into the rollers as I did coming out.  After we had passed all the way back through, the magician picked up our crumpled up bodies from the box and held us up by our heads.
    "Oh, uh, it didn't work quite as well as I planned.  Maybe another time through will do it," he said as her dropped us back into the box.  I felt the change in his tone as he said this.  He sounded worried, but to this day I don't know whether or not he genuinely messed up his act somehow or if this was all part of his act from the start.
    We experienced the same feeling again, but more intense than last time, as we once again emerged from the rollers.  Before the magician reversed it, I noticed that Kelly and I looked slightly different, almost like we were slightly bigger.  He reversed the rollers again and gave us another look.
    "Hmmm, still not back to normal.  Well, if at first you don't succeed, try, try again."
    I thought of a quote attributed to Einstein about insanity as the magician rapidly turned the crank back and forth in an attempt to get us back to normal (or so he said).  The constant motion made it hard to see, but it seemed like every time we got to see ourselves in the mirror Kelly and I were slightly different.  Finally, after a bunch of tries that made me too dizzy to keep count of them, we stopped at the in the box.  After looking down at us and shaking his head, the magician but us back through so that we and the audience could see ourselves.
    The view of ourselves in the mirror was the most surreal thing yet.  It was the ink on the picture of us hadn't dried properly, and all our proportions were out of whack.  The picture of us was stretched out horizontally, making us wider than we were normally.  Also, all our features, especially our facial features, looked like they had been finger painted onto us in messy smears.  I wanted to make a noise, but at this point even that wouldn't happen.
    "Well, it looks like the roller just sort of spread them out, heh heh.  Sorry girls, but I need to get on with the rest of my show.  I'll just wheel you two off for now, set the wringer to automatic mode, and carry on."
    The audience politely clapped as the magician rolled the wringer with us on it off stage and flipped a switch.  The machine started up, doing the same thing that he had been doing to us only even faster.  The magician said goodbye to us as I thought about how this would be a night I would never forget.

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    By the time the magician retrieved us the sun had set.
    "Guess it didn't work, huh?  Well, I should show you to the audience and let you look at yourselves either way."
    He turned off the machine which let me get my bearings.  I definitely felt wider than before, that was for sure.  In fact, at this point we had been spread so wide that mine and Kelly's faces had closed the gap between us and were now touching.  As I continued to try to figure out what was going on, he brought us in front of the mirror and the audience.
    We were quite the sight at this point.  Our bodies were now a rectangle of flesh as wide as the rollers themselves, our bodies and faces completely pressed up against each other.  As for our faces, someone who had seen us when we were first flattened would probably recognize us as the same girls.  Our features had been completely smeared.  Our mouths and eyes were just blobs of color, as though someone was viewing us from a distance without their glasses on.  Our noses pretty much had blended in with the rest of our faces, and our previous expressions were only vaguely recognizable.  I also noticed that our legs were started to get hard to tell apart.  I had kind of felt a mysterious, strange warmth in my legs earlier, and now I knew what it was from.  Our legs had been so squished together for so long now it was like they had begun to fuse together.  If felt the same feeling in my arms and where Kelly's arms were.  The warmth and tightness of here was incredibly comforting, more so than any of my boyfriend's embraces had ever been.  Despite our how close were already were pressed together and how I didn't actually want to be pressed into a sheet of our former selves, I felt a longing to be even closer to Kelly.  The intimacy of her skin actually being pressed so tightly into mine that we were actually melding together was one of the best experiences I had had up until that point.  You know, just a normal, heterosexual desire.  To my surprise I actually got my wish to be even closer.
    "Well, since Mrs. and Mrs. here don't seem to want to be normal people anymore, and I don't want anyone forgetting my show, I guess they'll have to do as a souvenir to a lucky audience member," the magician called out with the same composed and hammy tone he had at the beginning of the show.  The audience murmured and cheered in response, not realizing the reality that we had been reduced to the world's most unique blanket in front of their eyes.
    The magician removed us from the rollers.  He then grabbed us by the top to corners of our now unified body and folded us in half.  This action resulted in Kelly and I meeting each other face to face, literally.  As our faces met, I felt our lips line up perfectly and meet, locking us into a kiss of sorts.  I felt my heart skip a beat.  Her lips on mine felt so nice, so warm, so soft, it was like heaven.  This definitely blew any of my lame old boyfriend's kisses out of the water.
    My heart skipped another beat as the thought crossed me that I might just have feelings for Kelly that were more than friendship.
    I felt the magician in half again, but this time the fold was at our waists.  I was on the inside of the fold, and I soon felt the back of my head touch the area around were the back of my heels had been smeared.  He then folded us a few more times, though I was so distracted by the closeness of Kelly's body I lost track of the ways.  All I knew was that we had been folded so that only a tiny bit of our surface area was actually exposed to the outside.
    Then, just when I thought things couldn't get snugger, they did.  I felt a familiar pressure on an area of my body that I couldn't identify due to how disorienting being folded was.  Only this time, the pressure was more intense, and it was much warmer.  I realized in my confusion that the magician had begun feeding our folded form back into the wringer.  The intimacy of the situation increased exponentially, as I felt what was definitely parts of our once separate bodies fusing together into one.  The kiss that I thought couldn't get any better got a lot better very quickly, as our I felt our faces mesh together.  I could only wonder how we looked from the outside.

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    Neat, Becca thought to herself as she watched the folded up sheet go through the wringers again.  Actually neat was about the best thing she could say about the magician's act at this point.  She felt this whole wringer part had gone on way to long; after all, everyone knew that those two girls were shills for the magician and that thing he had in his hands was just some big piece of paper.  The magician held up the small rectangle of folded "girls" up for the audience to see once he had finished.  The small paper now looked to be as thin as it was before folding, so that was at least kind of interesting.
    "Alright," he began as he started folding the paper, "whichever lucky audience member catches this is getting a free souvenir from tonight's show!"  He finished folding up the sheet, and showed his newly crafted paper airplane to the audience.  Without further ado, he tossed the plane into the crowd.
    A few people who got particularly invested in the show reached out for it, but in the end it would up falling straight towards Becky.  She held out her hand and caught it as it glided to her.
    "Looks like you're the lucky winner young lady!  Enjoy that, it's a one of a kind!  That concludes my show, so I'll see you folks in the next town over," the magician declared as the crowd began to dissipate.
    Neat, Becky thought to herself again.  She jammed the paper airplane into her purse and headed for home.  Though the magician was kind of lame, Becky had fun at this event.  When she got home, she uncreased the strangely warm piece of paper and wrote "Food Fest '16" onto it.  She then put it into some old frame she had found lying around and placed the framed sheet onto her shelf next to the other souvenirs she had gathered over her lifetime.