Cody stepped back into the performance room, his ticket being the lucky winner in the night's draw.  His stomach fluttered with the ideas that ran through his head, nervousness mixed with appreciation at the opportunity mixing inside him.  He rubbed his hands against his trousers, hoping to get rid of the worst of the sweat.  "Hello?"

"Ah, there you are!" From behind the curtain, the two performers for the night emerged.  On his right was Lydia, the woman with long auburn hair that was tied up into twin-tails. On the left was Joyce, her short light brown hair cut close to her face. they both wore the green scrubs of the act they had put on.  "Thanks for coming back!"

His heart threatened to explode in his chest. "Thanks," he said. "I'm Cody, by the way."

Joyce stood on the lip of the stage, looking down at him despite being shorter.  "Well, did you pick what you wanted to do?"

"I did," Cody said, as he stopped at the foot of the stage, looking up at the two women.  "If you don't mind, I'd like to do the sawing thing. Please."

Lydia slapped her co-performer on the back. "Oooh!  We have a polite one!  That's always nice."  She offered a hand, and helped Cody up onto the stage.  "So, which of us lovely ladies did you want to cut in two?"

He looked between the two of them. "I ... I hadn't gotten to that point yet."  He looked to Joyce. "I mean, you did it already. What was it like?"

"Like anything we want," she replied as the two women started back to get the prop in question. "Sexy, painful, boring. Whatever is needed for the show." She looked back at him. "Why?  Did you have something in mind?"

"I was wondering, that's all."

"Wait a minute," Lydia said to him, telling him to wait on his side of the curtain. "We'll be right back."

They stepped through, and Cody could hear them start whispering in hushed tones, though said tone spoke more of a small argument than any sort of proper conversation.  He wasn't sure what they were arguing about, and his mind was filled with more worries.

But his worries didn't last that long. The two of them came back out with the 'surgeons table' that was part of the sawing-in-half trick. It was two metal sheets each really a separate table, hooked together by a latch on each side. In each corner was a strap to tie down arms and legs. The gap between the two tables was where a woman would have her waist.

Above it was the other half of the prop - a circular saw that would lower itself into the gap, no hiding what it would do to the woman beneath it.  Lydia approached him while Joyce made sure everything was set in place. "So," she said, her long hair flapping, "I got an offer for you." She didn't stop to get his permission to make the offer, instead launching right into it with gusto.

"So, I didn't get sawed, so it would be fair that I went under it for you," she leaned in, "but you also wanted to know what it felt like? Right?  Well, howabout I get sawed - while you're inside me!"

"What?" Cody was taken aback?  "Inside!"  Was she talking about...?

"Yeah!" She nodded in agreement. "You get to wear me like a skin, and get sawn in half!"

That ... wasn't what he was thinking about. At all. "You'd do that?" He had seen weirder things.

"She would," Joyce confirmed. "She's kinky like that."

Lydia snapped around to snap at her, "Like you don't have your own turn-ons!  He was polite and nice and I want to reward that!"

Joyce gave her a glare, but didn't say anything else.  Lydia turned back to Cody. "So, deal?"

"Sure!" His mouth spoke before his brain could.

"Eeee!" she squealed, clapping and hopping in excitement. "Oooh!  This will be so much fun!"  She turned her back to him, the turned back. She had a scalpel in her hand, which she offered to Cody. "So, here's what we're going to do," she said as he took it an examined it for sharpness.

It was.

"I'm going to lay down on the table, face down, and you're going to take that and make an incision from the base of my neck down to my but," she pointed out the start and stop points for him. "That will deflate me and turn me into a suit. Then you step into me, and then Joyce will saw me - and you - in half!"

"Alright," his mouth moved to fast for him again.  Lydia hopped onto the table and sat down, turning away coyly as she undid her shirt.

"Can't have you cut this!" she said as she removed it, then laid down, face down in front of him.

Cody's moved the scalpel to the base of her neck, admiring the bare back in front of him, as well as all that implied. "You ready?" he asked, more for himself than for anyone else.

"Do it!" she said, and Joyce gave an affirming nod.

He pushed the point of the scalpel into her neck, no blood or anything showing what he was doing was real and not magic. He carefully pulled it down, ignoring the muffled giggles as he made an incision along her spine.  Once it was done, he put down the sharp object and Joyce reached over, putting her hands into the thin gap, pulling it apart.

Lydia collapsed like a deflated balloon - only without the sound of escaping air.  "Wow!" Cody breathed out as he looked at the flat woman in front of him.

"Here," Joyce said as she picked up Lydia, rolling her hair forward and presenting her open back to him. "Step in."

"Uh..." Cody paused. "With my clothes?"

Joyce looked over the flat woman at him. "That would be a good thing to take care of," she informed him.

He waited. She waited.

"Can I have some privacy?" He pleaded politely. "Please?"

She rolled her eyes, passed him the thin body and turned around.

He quickly stripped out of his clothes, ignoring the chill on his skin.  He looked down into Lydia's empty form, wondering what possessed him to even agree to this. Well, he had won, right?

One foot went in, and despite being larger than her, he slid into her leg like it was the most comfortable pair of trousers ever. Then he stepped into the other leg, allowing her body to flop down in front of him, like a kind of wet suit.  "This feels weird," he commented to himself.

"I wouldn't know," Joyce replied, her back still turned to him. "Hurry up."

Cody slid his arms into Lydia's marvelling at the sensation that came with it. Then he ducked his head just enough to be able to fit her head over his like a hood, letting her hair drape down behind him. "Done!" he announced in a voice not his own, a momentary blackness replaced with sight again.

"Excellent!" Joyce said as she then turned around. "Let me see your back, make sure everything is alright."

He did, and felt her run her hands down his back. "Good," she announced. "Get on the table."

"Sure thing!" Cody said as he used his new hands to climb up. "Feels weird," he commented to himself as he got up and laid down.

"What is?"

"I'm smaller!"  He held up the hands to show them off.

"Huh," Joyce strapped the ankles into place. "I wouldn't know."  She tapped the table. "Lean back."

He did, and raised his borrowed arms above his head. They were quickly anchored into place.  "This is cold," he commented.

Joyce leaned over. "Well of course," she said with a confused look, "You don't have a shirt on."

"I took it off to put her skin on," he replied with Lydia's voice, as though it was blatantly obvious.  Which it was.

"And she took off her shirt too," Joyce pointed out.  In fact, she pointed at Cody's chest. And touched it. Which wasn't his, but hers.

"Ack!" Cody yelped as the unfamiliar pressure reached his brain. "Uh..."

"You wore her and didn't realize what that meant?" Joyce laughed. "Here, let me demonstrate."  She stepped down and Cody raised his head to look down past his ... breasts ....

Joyce went to his - her - hips, and pressed her hand into the gap between them. Cody flinched at the sensual contact, but one that was completely foreign to him. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun!" she said and looked up at the saw.  "Yes, we can't forget that part either!"

She stepped away, Cody watching her with wide eyes.  She reached the base of the saw, and with a deft finger, flipped the switch.  It hummed to life, and Cody turned his eyes on that, frozen in a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"No words?" Joyce asked. He shook his head.

"Oh, that's good then," she said with a smirk. "Because I think the safety latch is off."

"WHAT?" Cody yelled.

The circular saw fell.

"Ahhhh!" he yelled as the blade slammed through his waist, the sensation of tearing and heat going through him with the metal. "Oh god!"

Joyce put the smirk back on her face. "Good, I missed the waistband. Hate to have ruined that."  She turned off the saw, but left it in place. "So, Cody, do you like?"

"Like!?"

"Well, yeah." She leaned over him again. "Being sawn in half?"

"I ... don't really know?"

She frowned. "Well, fair enough. I mean, I know it's your first time and all.  But still, there's one thing left to do."

"Put me back together?"

Joyce paused, raised one finger up and opened her mouth before shutting it. "Make that three things."

"What are they?"

"Well, in reverse order," she began to tick them off on her fingers, "Get you out of her skin. I think she would like her body back sooner or later."  He nodded, throat dry.

"Two, put you back together, so that I can do number three."

"Makes sense," he agreed.

"First," Joyce ticked off the last finger and then lifted the saw blade back into its ready position. "I do this."

She went to the lower portion of the body, one that Cody could see if he craned his neck, and pulled it away and to the side, the better for him to watch.  She undid the straps holding it in place, and then pulled down the pants, leaving the hips and legs bare. "Lydia has a weird thing going on," she exposited as she did that. "So she's making you a second offer.  Agree to be her boyfriend," she lifted up the bare lower body and manoeuvred it over to the bare top half, "and as long as you accommodate her magic kink," she set the legs down first, folding them down so Cody could look up into her private parts, "she'll accommodate yours."

She tapped the side of the hips, Cody's eyes fixated on the promise. "Agree, and you'll start right now for a bit. Decline, and I'll hypnotize you so that you forget this offer happened, and you had an interesting experience."

"So, what do you say?"