"Ahh... ahhhh!" Wendy watched the stage as one of the members of the After School Magic Club - the one with the blond braids - she forgot the name - danced inside a tank of water, failing to perform an escape routine thanks to the chains anchored around her feet. She was ailing to figure out the trick to it, partly because of the previous trick, a sexually charged performance by the Head herself involving some cubes.

She rubbed herself as she watched, failing to uncover the secret hadn't gone unnoticed, and another man in the dark audience offered to help her with that. His name was Jonah, and he was currently pounding her raw as she lay across the table to watch the show. She already knew she was going to invite him back to her place - or invite herself back to his place when this was done and get properly rutted. But she didn't let that distract her as she kept her eyes on everything, looking for the deception and the misdirection.

* * *

"So, what do you want?" Farrah smiled as she sat on the table in front of Wendy and Jonah, still wet from her failed escape. Her white bathing suit sleek and sheer against her skin. "After all, you won!" she smiled at Wendy. "One free performance of your choice," she reminded them.

"I want to see how you did one of those tricks," Wendy asked. "I couldn't figure out your tricks to them, and it's bothering me!"

Jonah chuckled. "She doesn't believe," he said, and she shushed him with a wave of her hand.

"You know these aren't tricks at all, right? It's all magic. I really drowned, Vella really got folded like that, everything is real."

"Bullshit!" Wendy objected. "And I'm going to prove it!"

Farrah tilted her head, as though she was thinking about it. "Hrm... OK, how about this." Farrah leaned forward and put one elbow on her leg, her hand holding her chin. "I do a trick that has no hidden area, no way for me to escape or twist out of the way. Will that prove things to you?"

Wendy considered this. "Or you could," Jonah spoke up. "See it from the inside."

"Would that even work?" Wendy asked.

Farrah nodded once. "It would! Well, at least from my end."

She considered it seriously. "What if something goes wrong?"

"We're professionals, and it won't," Farrah assured her.

"What trick?"

"A clear bimbo-box," Farrah said without hesitation.

Part of her wanted to say 'no' to that. Part of her worried she was going to do something she was going to regret. Part of her thought about Jonah between her legs, watching her and her wanting him close to her. "Sure!" she agreed, her mouth skipping ahead.

"Excellent!" Farrah hopped off the table, her wet feet leaving tracks on the floor. "Will you please strip my assistant and bring her onto the stage?" she addressed Jonah.

"What?!" Wendy objected even as Jonah gazed at her with a developing smile. "Why?"

The member of the Club turned her head as she walked toward backstage. "Hey, you're the one who wanted nothing hidden, to see everything, right? That means you can't be hiding anything either!"

"Then you strip too!" Wendy called back, as though that challenge meant anything.

"OK!"

Jonah laughed at that. "So, want help?" he asked.

"I'd say 'fuck you', but one, we've already done that, and second, we're going to do that again," Wendy said as she began to pull off her clothes, setting them down on the table. "And it's not like anyone is going to see me that I don't want to see me."

* * *

Farah returned to the stage a few moments later, pushing a large clear contraption set onto a clear frame. She was, as Wendy requested, nude, though still wet in her hair. She smiled when she saw the equally naked Wendy and Jonah waiting for her on the stage. "Hello!" she appreciated the view. "You didn't have to," she said to Jonah, "but I love the look!"

"Hey," he shrugged, "I figured why not? No sense in letting you ladies have all the fun of going naked. Give you something to look at too." He flexed his arms in faux-dramatic poses.

"Oh, I approve!" Farrah said. "And if Wendy hadn't already called dibs, I would very gladly give you a very personal tour of myself." Wendy huffed at that. Farrah set the contraption down, which now that the lights were better angled on it, everyone could see that it was a clear spread-eagle box. They could all see the box itself, and see through it, as well as the clear dividers hanging from the backside of the frame that held it in place. "Here you go! Nothing hidden at all!" she announced as she flipped the forward doors open, revealing nothing inside.

Wendy hugged herself, a little cold in the still air despite the heat coming off Jonah behind and beside her. "You want me to get in that?" she asked.

"Unless you've changed your mind and want me to," Farrah said without concern. "Or you, Jonah?"

"Nah, I'm just here to enjoy the show," Jonah waved himself away. "Besides, I don't think I could fit into that." Indeed, he was larger than either woman and the cabinet was shaped and sized for one. No, Wendy realized. It was shaped and sized for her. She just knew it. Even then, it would be tight. She approached it and examined it closely, running her hands along the sides, finding the small hinges for the doors as well as the gaps where the dividers would go. She checked those as well, finding a sharp edge on each that she didn't cut herself on.

"Why are there more than are needed?" she asked.

"Just in case," Farrah shrugged. "Sometimes, you have to get creative to prove something." Her smile was that of knowing something that Wendy didn't. "Ready when you are!"

It was a signal, a sign, and Wendy turned to back into the box. She rested her arms outstretched to her sides, and spread her legs to slide into the boxes below her, her body and head resting in a tight, but not uncomfortable central box. She glanced at Farrah, who gave her a thumbs up from her left, then to Jonah, who was obviously enjoying what he was seeing. "What next?"

"I close the doors," Farrah said as she did just that, closing the clear front over her arms and legs. Wendy worried, no expected her to touch her, but the Club Member didn't. She closed the door over her body, and her chest was compressed against the inside. She tilted her head forward and saw her own pressure from the outside matching what she felt.

"Oh, let me fix that." Farrah didn't open the front, instead sliding an invisible panel out of the way, allowing Wendy's chest to become free. Now she touched her, pulling her chest out without being inappropriate - an odd thing to say given it was her tits being moved around, but that was the only way to describe it. "There!" she announced. "Jonah, can you confirm?"

"Looks real to me," he agreed without moving forward. "Wendy?"

"Just peachy!" she replied.

"Now, for the divisions!" Farrah called out, holding a dividing panel in her hands. "In fact, let's do something special first."

"Wait!" To Wendy's horror, Farrah put the divider into the left side of the chest region, going into a gap she didn't find and sliding it horizontally across her chest!

Farrah didn't wait. Instead she pushed the clear sheet through the front of the box, and Wendy watched in horror as her breasts here separated from her body! "Wha... awhwt... WHTA?" she yelled as Farrah and Jonah smiled knowingly.

Wendy was helpless as her chest was lifted off, her mounds pulled away from her chest and held on a clear platter! "What...!" she exclaimed as Wendy walked over to Jonah and held it up to him.

"Are these real?" she asked.

Jonah looked at Wendy, looked at the offering before him, and poked.

Wendy felt it, the touch against her skin, pushing in even though it was happening over there. She could look down and see that they were missing from her and that they were over there! "Ahhhh!"

"I think she believes," Jonah said as he put a hand down on her bare and exposed tit and squeezed, earning a gasp from Wendy. "See?"

"Oh my god!" Wendy exclaimed as the reality of this struck her. "What is happening?!?!"

"That sounds like doubt to me," Farrah chuckled "Why don't you put those down on that table?" she pointed at a table that Wendy was sure wasn't there before. Jonah did just that - slowly though, taking his time with her as though they weren't going to do this all again afterwards. Wendy moaned as he set her down on the table, hard enough to cause her chest to jiggle, which she felt but it was a strange, disassociated sensation.

While she was distracted with that, Farrah slipped behind her and then with no warning, pushed two more dividers through her shoulders! Wendy's attention was drawn back to her own predicament as she felt pressure on the back of her arms, then a cool chill through them! She looked left, then right, and saw the clear squares cutting through her upper arms! "Eh!" she could only say in shock as Farrah cheerfully pulled her arms off without any resistance at all!

Wendy flexed her hands, her mouth working in silence. Farrah strolled around to her front and offered both arms, the hands outside their respective boxes to Jonah. "Pick one!" Jonah took her right hand and arm and ran a finger along her palm. "Real, right?"

"Oh, absolutely!" Jonah agreed. "Hey, would you mind if I had some fun?" he asked Wendy and Farrah.

"I wouldn't!" the latter agreed instantly. She held Wendy's left arm in her hands. "What did you have in mind?"

To Wendy's shock, horror and arousal, Jonah flipped her arm over and put her hand over his member. She reflexively grabbed it, and felt it throb even though it was over there and she was over here! She smiled as she squeezed him, causing him to wince a little.

"That looks like fun!" Farrah agreed and to Wendy's surprise, didn't put her other free hand against her own slit. Instead, she put the arm on the table, setting a hand on her breast. Wendy felt herself up for a moment, before releasing Jonah.

"My legs next?" she asked. She knew it was inevitable, but the only way out was forward now.

"Oh yes!" Farrah went behind Wendy and this time slid in the clear dividers through her upper legs at a downward angle to align with her hips. Wendy looked down and saw with trepidation as the magicianette pulled her legs off, leaving her a torso and a head in a clear box. She handed one leg to Jonah, who ran fingers over the soles of her feet to no reaction, she wasn't sensitive down there at all, so the legs joined the arms on the table.

"Now what?" she asked. "I believe!"

"Almost there," Farra said as she held up one more clear divider. This, she stood in front of Wendy as she lined it up with her waist and pushed it through. Wendy gasped as her stomach was pressured and divided, she looked down to see the clear sheet finish sliding into the box!

"Ah!" she huffed as Farrah removed the lower half of her body from the frame! She could see herself from a position she normally only got in a mirror as the other woman held her loins in her arms. "Oh god...!"

Farrah opened the box in her hands.

"No, no no!" Wendy objected as she felt and saw Farrah's hands around her hips, pulling her free of her container. "No!"

"Mister Jonah!" Farrah presented her prize to the man, "You have an intimate knowledge of this woman, can you confirm this is hers?"

"!!!!" Wendy gaped as Jonah looked at her, then down at her precious slit. One that he had already used this evening. One that he looked ready to use again. "Don't you dare! Wait for my place!" She tried to stop him with her words. And he did stop.

"Can I take her home like this?" Jonah asked Farrah.

"NO!" Wendy shut that down with force.

"How about a blow job?" Jonah offered her back to Farrah.

"No!" Wendy objected. "Remove my head and I'll do myself!" She was surprised at her own words, but she had committed to them. Farrah smiled and danced over to Wendy and flipped out one last divider that went through her neck with no hesitation or resistance.

"Here you go!" Farrah lifted her up by her ears and pulled her free of the cabinet, allowing her to see only Farrah's smiling face before she stole a kiss. Wendy was caught off guard, and was unable to respond before she was pulled away and she was walked over to Jonah and her waist. "Promise, promise!" she sang-sung as Jonah flipped her hips to face her, the smooth stumps of her legs spread wide.

Wendy opened her mouth and kissed herself.

Far too soon, she was pulled apart and her two pieces were connected by saliva and something else. That small string stayed in place as she was set down on the table with the rest of her non-bare-chest parts, Jonah and Farrah standing side by side in front of her.

"There, you think it's a trick now?" Farrah asked.

Wendy looked around at her partially encased body, and sucked up the line though her lips. "If I said 'Yes', what would you do?"

Farrah leaned over. "Then there would be no hope for you and I'll have to take your boyfriend and deliver everything he wants." She teased her with a finger. "And you get to watch helpless as he uses me however he wants and you don't go home with him."

"And if I said I believe it's real?"

"I put you back together and send you home with Jonah!" Farrah clapped her hands. "So, what's it going to be?"