Sheri arrived at the bachelorette party a little late. The lady of honor was her friend Ophelia, but instead of spending all night at a bar or a strip club or something, Ophelia was throwing the party herself at her house.

Sheri wouldn't have missed it for the world, though. Never mind how much she was looking forward to the wedding; there was only one thing more fun than partying with a witch, and it was partying with a witch who was into the freaky stuff.

She knocked on the door, and Ophelia showed up right away. "Hi! Great to see you, Sheri!"

"Hi, Ophelia!" she said. "Sorry I'm late." She leaned in and gave Ophelia a peck on each cheek. Beside the official gaudy tiara and shiny faux-satin 'Getting Married' sash, Ophelia wore a fabulous white dress, and her hair looked as great as ever.

"Don't worry about it. We'll get you caught up. Come on in, and I'll get you ready for the party."

Ophelia took Sheri's jacket and bag and hung them on a peg, and then she took a bright yellow piece of ribbon from a table and led Sheri to a big mirror by the door. With Sheri facing the mirror, Ophelia stood behind her and tied the ribbon around her neck.

Once the ribbon was in place, it shrunk tight against Sheri's neck, and the yellow fabric began to melt and seep over her whole body. It dripped down her arms, over her own clothes, and down her legs, pulling tight and clinging to her skin until she was covered in shimmery yellow from neck to toe. It wasn't rubber, and it wasn't silk. Sheri couldn't quite place the feel of it, but whatever. Magic and stuff.

Once Sheri was dressed for the party, Ophelia led her through a hallway full of crepe paper streamers to her living room, where the party was in full swing. The rest of her and Ophelia's friends cheered and greeted her when she walked in. Each of them was dressed the same as Sheri, but in a different color, and it was a good thing, because it was the only way to tell which parts were whose.

Women were seated all around the room, with no single limb or section of their bodies a matching color, some of them holding other women's detached heads in their laps. Paula and Kim laid together on the couch, with Paula's arms wrapped around Kim from behind, and both of their torsos squeezed onto a single pair of legs that didn't match either of them. Sasha was just a head, a pair of hips, and a pair of feet, bouncing merrily away in the corner of the room like an excited little Goomba. An inflatable kiddie pool in the opposite corner held dozens of assorted torsos, hands, and feet that nobody wanted to use at the moment, all brushing against each other willy-nilly.

As Sheri beheld the room, Wendy and Barb took hold of her, with at least four hands each. Sheri felt herself coming apart at the seams as Wendy, Barb, and Ophelia plucked parts of her free and distributed them around the room like party favors. Barb kept Sheri's arms for herself, though, sticking them to her own torso beneath the other four.

"There we go," said Ophelia, keeping Sheri's head and one lower leg for herself. She held Sheri up in front of her and brushed her cheek with her own foot. "Well, we've got some spare parts lying around. Which ones do you want to try first?"