Meg couldn't wait for this illusion to be over.

She never should have agreed to let the two stooges, Mary and Velma, take control of this illusion. Now she was frozen, trapped inside of it until they somehow figured out how to get her back together again.

Like that was going to happen.

Usually Meg was the magician in their trio and that was just fine with her. But Mary and Velma wanted a turn and it was just rehearsal, so what was the harm? The fact they didn't know what they were doing was the harm.

It started innocently enough. She had released her magic to them and had gotten into the box, placing her face, hands, and foot out of the holes. But then Velma had wanted her to press her face further out, so she did. Then Velma said, "Perfect! Freeze! Just like that!", and she did freeze. Now Meg couldn't move a muscle. Stuck there with that stupid look frozen on her face and unable to tell the two stooges what to do next.

But that didn't stop them. They inserted the blades, oblivious to her condition and pulled the middle of the box to the side. But their zig zag box was special, since it used a thin middle no wider than her body to make it obvious the assistant had nowhere to hide. So when they pulled her middle to her side without engaging the safety, her top had tipped to the side.

Now it was obvious they had no idea how to push the middle back into place.

How long was she going to be stuck here, frozen, unable to tell them what to do and them unable to figure it out on their own?

"Ugh, like, it just won’t, y’know, push back in or whatever!"

"Why don't we, like, totally take her apart?"

"Yeah, then we could, like, just restack her," Mary agreed.

Oh great, this was not going to end well. Meg saw Mary pull her middle completely away from the frame and set it on the floor, increasing her box's lean as the counterweight was removed. Eventually gravity won out and she crashed to the floor on her side, the doors to the leg box popping open.

Velma screamed and tried to push the box back up, but she only managed to tip Meg's legs out.

"Oh my god! Her legs, like, totally fell out!"

"Well, duh, put them back in!"

"Ugh, I’m trying! But, they’re all stiff, y’know like a mannequin or whatever!"

"Velma, I’ve got, like, the best idea! Let’s totally take her out and put her back together, y’know, just like a mannequin!"

Meg felt Velma try to stand her legs up on their own, but her foot was raised too high off the floor to balance and her legs kept tipping over.

"Ugh, they, like, won’t stand up on their own! We need a pole or something!"

Mary ran to the front of the stage and grabbed the mic stand. Velma discarded the mic holder and started to lift Meg's frozen legs over the pole.

"Oh no! Don't do it!" Meg thought. Of all the ideas to ever enter Velma's head, why did it have to be this one?

Meg would have grimaced if she could have moved as Velma shoved her pussy onto the mic stand.

"Like, there ya go—problem solved!"

Well, not exactly. Next they opened the middle box and tried to place Meg's middle onto her hips. They didn't know how to connect it, so they just let it balance there haphazardly.

Next they came for Meg's frozen face. She was not looking forward to this.

"Like, OMG, she’s, like, totally frozen or whatever!"

They lifted and swung her top around like she was just a mannequin, which she supposed she was now, and set it on top of her middle section.

"Ugh, they won’t, like, balance or even line up. Seriously!" Velma turned away in frustration.

Meg felt her head fall backwards and her middle kick forwards, crashing to the floor again.

"Ugh, we need some glue or something!"

Mary raced off stage to god knows where and returned with a little bottle of super glue. They smothered the top of her hips with it and pushed her middle down, glue oozing out the sides.

Meg could see they were making a mess from her viewpoint on the floor. She was looking up the back of her own legs as they walked around her, applying more glue to the top of her middle.

"Alright, now for her top!"

Meg felt herself raised up and placed onto of her middle again. This time she seemed to stick and stay in place.

If only it was that easy.

"Okay, like, now we just gotta, y'know, restore her. Wake up, Meg! Hellooo? Meg? Meg?!"

Meg stood there, frozen in place like a mannequin removed from a zig zag box, unable to move and unable to tell these two stooges what to do.

"Ugh, I’m, like, totally starving. Let’s just leave her here and come back later, okay?"

As they turned out the lights on their way out, Meg realized she might be stuck like this for a very long time.