"Hello," the teacher greeted her four best students for the year. "Thank you all for coming," she said, flipping her long black hair out of her face. She was tall and thin, with her other hand on her hip as she stood in the middle of the practice room.

"No prob," the young man who was the only guy in her class this semester waved at her in his flippant way.

"What is this about?" George asked, the young woman having a good future ahead of her in the private sector. Her fingers were magic in more ways that one.

The Teacher smiled. "Well, as a reward for the year," she said, adding a little hypnosis to her voice, the same thing everyone agreed when they went into this course to help things along. It was all above board, of course. "As is tradition, we get a special little thing to cap off the year for you three, my best students."

Alice gleefully clapped. "Nice! What is it?"

"Something nice, I hope," Sandy added.

"It's this!" The teacher stepped aside to reveal the prop.

"It's a locker," the young man said.

The teacher grinned. "Ah, but it's more than that!" she announced. "You," she pointed at the young man, "as the person with the best marks in the class, will use this on we four women."

"Four?" "What?" "Hell Yes!" the resulting comments were all spoken over each other.

"Of course!" The teacher confirmed. "These are the instructions for how it works normally," she handed the young man a small sheet of paper, which he read quickly. "So, how did you want to start this?"

The man stepped around her and inspected the metal locker, opening the door, looking inside and out. "I can work with this," he announced. "There are four of you," he said, "so I'll need you each to step inside the locker."

"Of course!" the teacher gracefully stepped backward into the open locker, fitting into it snugly and taking the lead.

The young man then closed the door on the locker, giving it a quick rap, then opening it again - the locker was empty!

No. Not quite. He bent down and swept the teacher's clothes out from the bottom of the locker with no comment from anyone present. The shirt, pants and underwear were discarded and forgotten. "Next," he said, sweeping an arm into the locker.

Ever willing and eager, Alice hopped it, giving him and the other two a wink before he closed the door on her and also caused her to vanish into the metallic maw of the otherwise unobtrusive locker. Like the teacher before her, Alice's clothes were left behind, but unlike the teacher, she didn't wear underwear.

Next was George, who accepted her face with casual grace, then Sandy, who blew the young man a kiss before she too was vanished.

Alone in the room, the young man prepared the next steps, both expected and not. He stepped around to the back of the locker and began to unfold it, pulling the four sided object out and revealing a second locker, just as large as the first from the left side, then again, then again. Each time, he unfolded a new locker from the space one already occupied until he had four of them lined up against each other. He then stepped around the front to admire his handiwork and nodded to himself.

He snapped his fingers, and the tops of each of the doors swung open to the left, revealing to him the faces of each of the four women who entered into the locker. The teacher was on the right, then Alice, George and Sandy on the left. "So," he said, "welcome to my little variation on this trick."

"I have a question!" Alice announced.

"Go ahead," he gave her permission to speak.

"Why is the teacher involved?"

"Because I want to," the woman in question replied.

"Yeah, but, why?" Alice asked again. "I get the rest of us, but you?"

The teacher grinned, even though only the young man was able to see. But it was him that answered. "Well," he said, "it's also at my request. You gotta understand, being surrounded by a dozen hot chicks in a class like this? Well, after the first class, I asked the teacher if it was alright if I banged you over the course of the semester. She said that it was alright as long as it was consensual, and then proved it."

"Proved it, how?" George asked this time.

"I took him back to my office, and had sex with him," the teacher said. "Just to prove that anyone in the class could be available at any time."

"There's something wrong with that, but I don't care," Sandy commented from inside her locker. "Can we get on with this!"

"Hear hear!" Alice dropped her line of questioning. "What's going on?"

"Well," the young man said as he too went back to the task at hand, "this is an interesting version of the Mismade trick. You've already experienced the first part, where everyone enters into a single loc--box, and that can fold in and out as needed. I could, if I wanted to, fold you four back in on each other, so that all four of you would be standing with your backs to each other, despite being in the space of one locker - yet each of you would be in your own space."

"Do that!" Sandy demanded. "That sounds cool!"

"Eh, sure," the man shrugged. He went back to Sandy's side, and carefully walked the lockers around, back into each other until he had a four-sided locker, each facing a woman that waited on his next action. Of course, the entire thing was now where the teacher was, so that was a change. He went back to his prepared props and sadly sighed when he realized that he didn't need three quarters of them now. Instead, he pulled out a square sheet of plastic and then stood out of sight by hiding in a corner between Sandy and George. He then, without warning, shoved the sheet through the locker.

"Ow!" "Hey!" A couple of shocked responses came, but he ignored them as he then carefully picked up the top piece of the locker and set it down on the table, unfolding it again to show all four facing in the same direction instead of at different compass points.

"Now that you're all heads, it's time to move on to the next segment here," he informed them with a snap of his fingers. "With this, you will not recognize your own body any more. If one of you was African and black as night, with the rest white as snow, none of you would be able to tell the difference."

"O... K? George asked, confused. "What for?"

"So I can do this!" He proclaimed as he took the single locker and spun it around! The thing spun and spun until no one could tell which side was which before it came to a stop. He then picked up another of the plastic dividers and shoved it through the locker! Then another! And another! All at different heights.

"And now," he announced with a grin, "all your parts are mixed up!" He opened up the locker facing the four heads and they saw what he meant. There was a set of bare legs at the top, then someone's chest, then another pair of legs below that.

"Oooh!" Alice cooed. "Are we playing a game?"

"In a way, yes," he replied. "Who wants to go first?"

"Me!" Alice demanded.

"Excellent!" he said as he closed the doors on the locker and then did the same for the other heads. "Now we're alone. Don't want to give anything away now, do we?"

Alice tried to nod, but lacked the space to do so. "What's the game?" she asked.

He went back to the locker and opened it up, this time putting three chests and arms on display. "I'll show these off, and you pick one for yourself," he said. "Complete and body and I'm sure you would love to take it for a test drive."

"You know me," she agreed, "stick shift all the way." she pondered the three bodies in front of her, not knowing if one was the one she started the day in. "You banged the teacher, right?"

"And George, and Sandy," he agreed. "Why?"

"Got any favourites?" she asked. "You know. Whose tits you liked the most? Whose pussy was best around your cock?"

"Why?" he asked as he leaned over and poked her in the cheek. "Want to be the best woman for me in all ways?"

"Like I'm not already," she blew him a raspberry. "Gimme number two," she said, "those ones aren't the biggest, nor are they the smallest, so they'll be easier for you to get a handle on."

"As you command," he said as he closed the doors and then opened them again to display a selection of hips.

"Top," Alice said instantly.

"Why?" he was caught by surprise.

"Because it's shaved and wide with a gap between the thighs. Which I know you like in a woman."

He shrugged. She had him pegged there. "And now," he said, switching out to three pairs of legs.

"Well, let's go with the bottom this time. I've picked from the other two slots, so it's only fair that this be the way," she said.

"I can go with that," he agreed as he closed the door then picked up the locker box with Alice's head in it. He put it on top of the locker, then opened it up, allowing Alice to walk out with her new and undivided body.

"Ahhh!" she moaned softly as she ran her hands over her bare chest and between her legs. "What do you think?"

"I think," he said as he dropped his pants, "that I require further examination before making a decision."

"That you should," she agreed as she wrapped her arms around him.

Some time later, she pondered the closed locker pieces. "What about the others?" she asked.

"What about them?"

"Are they going to pick their own body parts as well?"

"I'm sure they will eventually," he said from under her. "But for now, it's you, me and whatever you want to use for our pleasure. At the end, they won't notice any time has passed at all."

"You evil man, you," Alice said with a grin. "What will they do? Because I'm not about to give you permission to do to them what you're doing to me."

He gave a shrug as best as he could from his position on the floor. "Let them have fun exchanging body parts," he said. "But you'll have to give up yours as well. And once I'm satisfied, put everyone back the way they were before, then take you home for the winter break."

"All winter?" Alice mock gasped. "Whatever shall I do?"

"I'm sure we can think of something," he replied. "At the very least, I won't have to worry about being cold."

"And I'll have to figure out what to get you for Christmas," she pondered aloud, "because I can't exactly wrap myself up and put me under the tree."

"We'll figure something out."