With the last show of the year, the Christmas special over and done with, there remained only two people left in the auditorium. The first was the Club Head, her white face-covering mask complimenting the red-with-white-trim Mrs. Claus dress. She sat on the stage, crosslegged, surrounded by the various devices she had used to get this far.

Francine had gotten herself flattened, squished down to the thickness of a sheet of paper using the rollers to the far right. Then, she had been rolled into a tube and tossed out into the audience with the instructions to return her after the holidays.

Monia appeared before the audience dressed as an angel with white dress and wings. At the urging of the audience, and her own suggestion, she had been shrunk down to a height of about eight inches. Then she announced that she would like to go home with whomever would put her in her place - mounted on top of a tree.

Kelly for her part stood in a tube that was filled with water, then frozen - she emerged from it as a perfectly clear statue statue of ice to be displayed or melted as the person who got help to take her home would choose.

Rina simply walked onto the stage, stripped, and fell backwards into a frame of blades. Her head, chest and hips were placed into boxes and handed out to three lucky winners with the express understanding that they come back thoroughly used.

"So, you see what's available," the masked woman purred. "What do you want for your present?"

"Actually," the young man who had drawn the lucky lot responded, "if you don't mind, I have a request."

"And what would that be?" she replied.

"My sister is entering the university next year," he said, "and I want her to join your troupe."

"She wants to, or you want her?"

"A little bit of both," he didn't really make things clear. "I'll know she'll enjoy it, but she needs a push, you know?"

The Head considered this for a moment. "Very well. But on a couple of conditions."

"Name them," he replied.

"First is that you join at the same time. The last male in my club was a couple years ago, and he has since married one of my former performers," she sighed. "So I think it's time for another one."

"Uh... sure? I mean, why not? What's the other condition?"

"The other condition will only be known to you when the two of you are in my office on the first day of the school year," she said. "Until then? Well, if you choose not to show up, this conversation never happened. If you do show up? Well, we shall see."

A little unnerved, he simply nodded. "Well, thank you," he said as he stood and made to leave.

"Where are you going?" He stopped at her sharp command.

"Well," he turned back to face her, "you heard me out, so I thought that was that."

"Psh," she hissed through closed teeth. "Don't be ridiculous. You still won, fair and square, and I doubt that you would have let winning or losing stop you from talking to me. So, let's get back to the business at hand. You. Me. And your personal wants."

He didn't doubt as he returned to the stage. "OK," he said, figuring this was now a pre-audition. "That blade box-thing that Rina used? What do you call it?"

"This?" the Head asked as she strolled over to it. "We call it a Cookie Cutter." She stood in front of the blades, her head framed in one section, blades aligned with her neck, shoulders and ribs another segment, then around her hips for a third. "We do have to be careful though, as the blades are very sharp, why the slightest pressure..."

He cut her off as he pushed her into the device.

The Head fell through, dismembered. Each section of her body was clearly cut away, skin covering up the insides of her body as she lost cohesion and fell into a pile on the floor. Her costume was intact as she wore only a short skirt and a vest as the cuts of her costume.

The young man walked around and plucked the Head's head up from the ground. She smiled at him. "Well?" she asked. "Are you going to take advantage of me like this?"

"Of course!" he agreed as he tossed her head into the air, catching it again. He took her over to the tube that froze Kelly earlier and rolled it in. "Enjoy!" he called out just before turning it on.

Water filled the tube, then was flash frozen, draining out automatically. What as left behind was the Club Head's head, now turned to ice, unable to respond to any outside stimulus - assuming any got in in the first place.

Now assured of his privacy, for what that mattered, the young man returned to her separated body and pulled off her skirt, exposing her private parts. Pulling open his pants, he then used her without regard for her body, only for his enjoyment and release. With that out of the way, he took the dripping hips to the compressor that Francine started the night off with and he placed it down on the device, bottoms up.

Once he was satisfied with the positioning, he reached up and pulled down on the top of the compressor. It was easy enough to move with his own strength, and it collapsed into the base plate with no stopping until it was done. He waited to the count of five, and released the weight he had put on it, allowing the top to spring back into place.

On the compressor were the Head's hips, now completely flat. He reached out and touched her womanhood and found that while it was flat from the outside, it still could be moved and had some depth to it. "Excellent," he said to no one but himself as he peeled the flat body part off the compressor and rolled it up, sticking in a pocket for later use.

This left her chest, and the young man tore off the vest without violence, but also without concern for the costume either. While he considered doing something with it first, he knew that he shouldn't go all in just yet. Instead, he took the bare chest over to the shrinking machine, and examined it.

It was just a plain box with a dial on one side that went from 200% to 6.25%. Right now, it was set to 100%, so he opened it up and while the box was big enough for a woman with plenty of room to spare - or just enough for a 200% woman, with just the chest inside, it looked empty.

While the thoughts of doubling the size of her chest was appealing in its own way, that was not what he had in mind. Instead, he twisted the dial down to 12.5% and opened the box up again.

Her chest has shrunk as he had intended, and now at 1/8 size, it fit into his hand easily. He played with it like a stress-ball for a moment before taking a deep breath to admit that he was going to do this. He placed the shrunken chest into another pocket, then picked up the Head's head.

Leaving her limbs behind, he strolled out of the auditorium. Once he got back to his parent's house for the impending holiday, he would give the Head to his sister, already rehearsing how he would present it as a gift from the woman. The other parts of her body however, were going to be his for the holidays.

And in the fall? Well, he knew that he was ready for anything.