Taking a breath to steady her nerves, Nicole knocked on the door to the ... well, she wasn't sure what to call it. Private Performance area? Maybe? "Come in!" the call of the magician inside was almost immediate, like he was waiting for her, and was just caught on the wrong side of a breath.

She opened the door and stepped in, allowing it to close behind her, leaving the outside world just that. Outside. "Ummm..." she hummed, "I'm not late. I hope?" She asked the Magician with a tiny bit of hesitance. After all, sometimes she went to him and sometimes he invited her. This was ... a mutual encounter, perhaps.

"Not at all!" he replied. "An assistant, like a wizard, is never early, never late. But always arrives when they mean to." He added to the quote with ease. "How are you?"

"Good. Fine!" she changed her mind as she looked around her and saw that there was a large box - no, it was a her-size box - standing to one side, surrounded on all four sides by mirrors to let whomever was in the box see themselves. "Umm..." She held up the small bag in her hands. "Can I get changed?"

"Absolutely!" he replied casually. "You know, one of these days, you're going to wear something I suggest instead of bringing your own. But you know where the changeroom is." He gestured to the door she knew was there.

She felt her heart and pulse quicken at that, but took a breath to steady herself. A blush on her face was hidden as she turned away form him. Maybe. Eventually. Not right now. She worried about what he would have in mind for her. Or perhaps excitement because he could coordinate what she wore and what she experienced. For now though, she stepped around to the doorway leading to the changeroom and the attached wardrobe. There was a magical assortment of options there, but for this, she ignored all that in favor of her own personal contribution. Changing was quick and easy She put her street clothes into her bag, knowing that nothing would happen to them as she hung the bag from a convenient hook. It was just them.

She took a deep breath, fear and excitement warring inside her stomach and chest. Then she stepped back out into the main room. "How do I look?" she asked. She was glad, offering a slight smile as the Magician stopped and stared. Nicole had a small black choker around her neck, hanging from which was a tiny crucifix while her white shirt was short sleeved and tied up in front of her breasts, enough cleavage on display to ensure her lack of a bra was obvious. Then, her under-boob and stomach were bare until her short skirt went from hips to upper thigh. Her legs were bare until some sporty sneakers covered her feet.

"Like a sexy Catholic schoolgirl," he told her the obvious to her sudden giggle. "Have you been a naughty or nice girl?"

She looked at him and not the box behind him. "Both?" she suggested. "What do you have for me?" she added as her gaze moved form him to the box, ignoring how he was looking at her. Or perhaps she wasn't.

"Well, given that you're a fan, I decided to skip over four and go straight to a five-box mis-made for you," the Magician informed her as he stepped to one side, properly revealing it for her. It was red with yellow frames around the five parts, square mini-doors set on one side of the stack. And set onto a rack were the dividers, ready for the box - and for her.

"You skipped four?" she asked. "Why?" She approached the box, looking for any sort of trick to it. Not that she knew what to look for, the danger, the peril, the unknowingness, that excited her.

"Be... cause it's broken," he admitted after a moment's sheepish embarrassment. "One of the doors cracked a hinge."

It was so absurd, that she didn't know how to respond. Then it clicked and Nicole laughed lightly at that. "Really? Can't you magic up a fix?"

"Not really," he admitted as he opened up the doors for her one at a time, from the top down. She looked in, leaning over just a little to avoid stepping into the box properly. "How does it look?"

"Like it was made just for me!" She smiled at that. "You spoil me sometimes."

"Sometimes, yes," he agreed. "I am a magician, and this isn't our first time. I can oblige your opinions and dimensions with ease.

"Thank you for that," she blew a quick kiss to him to enforce the 'naughty' side of her costume. And the nice. It was nice to compliment a gentleman. She stepped in backwards, facing the open doors. "I want to see out," she said.

He nodded once, and as he closed the doors, he flipped open the ones set into the middle of the larger doors. It was a smooth action. Close and open. Close and open. Close and open. Close and open. She shifted a little inside the box. It was perfectly smooth, though with a grainy texture to it. There were no lines of light to indicate where the blades would go. She smiled as she saw her chest under her tied-off shirt, her barely-there skirt, her stocking-covered knees and her feet in their shoes. "Everything in place!" she agreed with what he showed her.

"Excellent!" He left her cabinet quickly and produced the first two blades from their rack. It was odd for him to have them on display like that, but she didn't mind. It was his way of doing things. "So, top or bottom?" he asked as though he didn't know her preference. He held the blade at her neck first, then her shins.

"Bottom," she replied as she shifted a little in the box, preparing herself. He nodded a little and got to one knee to slide the first blade in beside her calf. "Oh!" she hissed for a moment as the cool blade touched her bare leg. "That's cool!"

"Too cold?" he asked with a hint of professional worry. "I can warm them up for you."

She shook her head, then realized he might not be able to see her unless he looked in the mirror. "no, no, just cool. Do it!"

He slid the blade through her legs from right to left. "oooh," she cooed as the cool feeling extended up and down her body. She smiled happily as he put the second blade in right beside it. "Thank you!" she said.

"I'm not done yet!" he said as he vanished to grab the next blades.

"WAIT!" Nicole yelled out.

"What?" He was back in a flash. "What?"

"Can you close the other doors please?" she asked. "For now. Please?" she asked, pleading with her eyes, and a slight pout.

"Ah, who am I to deny that?" he replied as he closed the middle three doors. She only had moments to act, and act she did, then she was ready. She curled her fists, ready for the next cut. "Ready?" he asked her.

"Yes!" She refused to let her actions show on her face, so she forced herself to stay still as if she moved, she could ruin the surprise. He rose up a little and went to her other side to prepare the second pair of blades. He slipped them into her with calm smoothness, and she responded with an equally smooth moan coming up her throat. He stepped behind her and this time, he pushed the blade in through the back.

"Wait!" she cried out when she felt it touch her, and he stopped instantly.

"What?"

She adjusted slightly. "There, now you're good."

"You sure?" he asked, a slight hint of worry in his voice. "This is for you as much as it is for me."

"No, no, no," she rushed to assure him. "I just needed to adjust something - the waistband, so I did."

"Ah," was his reply. Then instead of saying anything else, he sliced through her waist with the two blades. Nicole gasped as the bare small of her back was cut, her spine tingling with anticipation and sensation. She was committed now, there was no way to back out. She couldn't if she tried as he circled around to be in front of her for the last division. He raised the two blades to be visible in her sight, and stuck them together so they looked like one blade. He slipped it into the invisible gap between them and pressed it up against her throat. He smirked, and then she raised her chin a little, an invitation that he took.

The separation of her head from her body was not a new one to her, and Nicole embraced the sensation. "Ahhh!" she exclaimed as her body shivered at the feelings that sorted through her divided self. There was a part of her that wanted more, a part that wanted less. She wasn't sure which way she wanted to go.

"One pre-cut assistant!" the magician announced. "Now, do you want me to un- and re-stack you manually, like last time, or do some magic to rearrange things?"

The response didn't require thought, debate or hesitation. "MAGIC!" she demanded.

"I can do that!" he replied with a slight smirk. "I'm going to close the doors," he indicated her feet and her face, "And then I'll count to three and snap my fingers. On that snap, the doors will open, and your body will be rearranged."

"Please!" she asked and said at the same time. He closed the door in front of her face, and she bit her lip in expectation and suspense. There was no way forward now but through. "One!" She scrunched up her eyes. "Two!" She opened then, ready to see the impossible, even though she didn't feel herself move at all.

"Three!"

With a slam, all five doors opened up to display their contents, and Nicole sqeee'd in joy that everything had worked out as she had hoped. Better even!

At the very bottom of her stack was her legs and knees. As expected, except for the panties that she had dropped inside the box and caught there. Above that was her head, wide-eyed and gleeful at the sights before her. Above that was her chest. She had untied the shirt in that short amount of time she had, allowing everything to flow free, her arms locked at her sides as they ended at her wrists along the bottom. Her nipples were already hard. Above that, in the second-to-top box were her feet. As the Magician ascended, she had worked to kick off her shoes, and managed to get one off, allowing her to put her best bare foot forward. At the top, the crowning achievement, was her hips and waist, which she had opened up. Normally, her skirt would clip closed on the side, but she had spun it around while inside the box so that it now opened up from the front. She held the ends of the skirt tightly in her closed hands, stuck to the top of the box and the blade, forming an almost theater-esque curtain that put her bare sex on display.

"Oh.. my," the Magician said. "I wasn't expecting that."

"I know!" Nicole chirped out as he stepped back to take her in. "H-help yourself," she stuttered and quivered. "I can't. I won't stop you," she invited him in. "Your fingers. Your mouth, your," she stopped and looked at his own groin. "Please."

"Well," the magician replied. "I suppose this settles it. You are definitely a nice girl!" he complimented her well enough.

"Aww..." Nicole pouted. "Not naughty?"

"Nice girls get a reward," he replied. He stepped closer to her and she could feel his presence all up and down her divided and defenseless body. He got to his knees again, and ran a finger along her cheek. "Now, there are many rewards," he offered as he slipped the tip of his finger into her mouth and she licked it. He pulled it out. "I wonder which will you choose?"

"You can choose," she said, the words tumbling with excitement out of her mouth before she could even think of saying anything else.

He rose up and looked at her bare chest. Sure, he had seen it before, but that was then and this was now. his wet finger traced circles around her hard nipples. "True, but I am a firm believer in sharing." He poked her as her breath came ragged under the flood of hormones that dominated Nicole's thoughts. "Sharing is caring, or so they say," he came close and breathed lightly on her, just enough to cause her to squeak at the sensation that rolled over her chest.

"I mean," he stepped up a little more for her legs. Her view in the mirror was blocked by his own body and her knees were threatening to clack together. She could feel the tension where he pulled on the only underwear she had worn. Why she had even done so in the first place was something that would confuse her afterward. "There are different degrees of reward." He ran a finger along the back of her knees, in the soft and sensitive portions there. Not the greatest such part of her, but one that wasn't used to such a thing.

He stood up straight, a little taller than Nicole. She froze as her bare sex was before him. What would he do? Could she even imagine it? "You see," he touched her clenched hands with their deathgrip on her skirt. "A naughty girl wouldn't get much of a choice. A nice girl does." He reached around her, sliding a hand under her skirt to squeeze her ass. She panted, her breath quick and shallow at the touch, the first that was more than a gentle caress. "And because you're such a nice girl, the choice is going to be simple."

"What?" she pleaded with him.

"You get to choose which part of you I pull out of the stack first," he stepped back to see all of her at once. "The order in which I take your invitation to its natural end-state. Then, once I'm done with all of you, then I'll put you back together. With or without the box. I haven't decided yet. Now, what'll it be?"