My head was joined to the body in such a way that was not discernable without very close inspection.My head was joined to the body in such a way that was not discernable without very close inspection. Anyone entering this room would see the young woman and could take advantage of her willing waiting mouth, which was really my mouth. At this point, I couldn't see any way I could stop them. My teeth were forced open, unable to prevent entry, while my lips were pursed in anticipation. She knelt down beside me and spoke. She told me that my rear end was outfitted similarly, and showed me a Polaroid she has just taken. I looked aghast at the image. At first I couldn't believe it was me, but taking into account the transformation I had witnessed to my head, my mind fit the pieces together to believe what was in the picture. I saw the backside of a woman, mostly naked except for an extremely tight corset, standing with her arms stretched up to either side of her head then fastened to rings on the wall, her forehead tipped towards the wall. A wooden bench with large velvety pillows on it was in front of her at pelvic level forcing her to bend forward over it as her hands were secured tightly high against the wall. She had on a garter belt that I recognized as the one I was wearing, with tight stockings in tippy toe boots. The bench was exactly where the cleverly disguised tubular frame really was. The ass and legs were mine, but the upper torso, head and arms belonged to a mannequin, the joint between me and it was secreted under the corset. I could see the straps around my ankles and upper thighs, now apparently attached to the mock bench. Obviously the plot here was that any perpetrator could come up to my backside and invade my ass, receiving a real ass from the body of a doll. I made a babble sound of protest. I also hadn't found out what happened to my hands yet. She took my question and flipped to two other pictures. Again I could not believe my eyes. The pictures were similar in composition. In each picture was a woman, or reasonable facsimile. One was kneeling, dressed in a classic tweed suit, knee length skirt, champaign blouse with ruffly neck and suit jacket matching the skirt. |