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On Thursday, December 30, 1999 12:00:00 AM UTC-8, nobod...@my-deja.com wrote:
> I'll Be Home for Christmas, Part 2
>
> It had all the makings of another great
> Christmas. I just had to drop off some gifts and
> then I was on a plane bound for Maui for two weeks
> with Carly. As I got into my car, gifts in tow, I
> had to pause for a moment and reflect on how
> spectacular my life was. It was the last time I
> could view the world with such optimism.
>
> Perhaps a bit of background will
> illuminate what I mean by spectacular. I was 21
> years old, a senior in college at UCLA. I was a
> shade under six foot and had a sleek physique from
> three years of intramural swimming. At that
> point, I had already accepted a job offer with one
> of the top consulting firms in NYC and was
> basically on coast mode in terms of academics
> until graduation. That left me plenty of time for
> more "rewarding" pursuits. For some reason, all
> the women I was seeing demanded monogamy. Truly a
> stifling requirement given my location in the
> babe-capital of the country.
>
> But since I liked each of my girls so
> much, I ended up going to a great deal of effort
> in keeping up the appearance of a monogamous
> relationship with each of them. It wasn't easy.
> If you've ever tried keeping four different sets
> of birthdays and anniversaries straight, you'd
> know that it's practically a full time job. And
> believe me when I tell you there were a couple of
> really close calls when the whole thing almost
> came unraveled.
>
> If I had to pick a favorite, it was
> probably Carly. Aside from being a blonde
> knockout, she was very sweet and not the
> stereotypical LA bimbo. I think she inherited
> many street and business smarts from her father.
> He was independently wealthy from starting a
> healthcare business that made revolutionary
> prosthetics for burn and breast cancer victims.
> He was also the benefactor behind our little
> Hawaii vacation.
>
> Not that the other girls would not have
> made fine catches. Annie was shy, with a very
> analytical mind (and surprisingly a demon in the
> sack). Jane was a health nut with a stomach you
> could bounce dollar bills off of. And Spike,
> well...I think the name says it all.
>
> So this is how it came to be, that I, a
> week before Christmas, was getting into my car to
> drop off presents for my four lady friends and
> hopefully spend a little quality time with each.
> I allotted a couple of hours for each, meaning it
> was going to be a full day.
>
> I got to Annie's apartment at about 10AM.
> She had just gotten up and looked great in a pair
> of flannel pajamas. She opened her present; it
> was a tennis bracelet that she just loved. (Did I
> mention that my father was a jeweler?) In fact,
> she was so impressed with the present, we decided
> to proceed to bed for MY present.
>
> After a quick bite for lunch, I pulled
> into the driveway of Jane's apartment complex.
> When I walked through her door, she had assumed
> her usual position running on her treadmill in
> lovely tan tights and light blue leotard. I came
> up behind her and suddenly put my hands on her
> shoulders. Bad move. Did I mention she had a
> brown belt in tae kwan doe? She grabbed my arm,
> jumped off the treadmill and flipped me over
> before I knew what hit me. Jane finally realized
> it was just me, and picked me up off the ground.
> Then, she saw her present on the ground and
> dropped me again to pick that up. Jane just loved
> the gold necklace (noticing the trend yet?), and
> decided to reward me for it. Apparently, her
> mouth gets as much of a workout as the rest of
> her.
>
> I got to Spike's at about 2:30PM. I was a
> little behind schedule and frankly exhausted after
> the two previous workouts. But, anything worth
> doing is worth doing well. So I gathered my
> remaining strength and her gift and knocked on her
> door. Spike wasted no time. She pulled me into
> her room and slapped some cuffs on my wrists.
> Before I even knew what hit me, she had my cuffed
> wrists hooked onto a chain attached to the ceiling
> and over my head.
>
> "Hello, Fred," she purred as she gave me a
> kiss. She noticed the present and tore into it
> immediately. It was a lovely red spiked collar
> with a locking clasp. She loved it and proceeded
> to demonstrate her appreciation for the next hour.
>
>
> By the time six PM rolled around, I
> thought I was going to pass out. But I went home
> and cleaned myself up. I had a dinner date with
> Carly.
>
> We went to her favorite frou-frou French
> restaurant. We had a great time, helped
> particularly along by my Christmas present to her.
> Carly gushed over the diamond stud earrings.
> They weren't even the big diamonds. It was
> somewhere during the course of that dinner that I
> came to a revelation. Carly could be the one. I
> mean, I could see myself spending the rest of my
> life with her. As crazy as it sounded and
> possibly influenced by the bottle of wine, I
> resolved at the dinner table that I was going to
> break up with the others and I was going to ask
> Carly to get engaged the next day. I was so giddy
> at the prospect that I passed up the chance to
> spend the night with her. I told her I had
> important errands to run first thing in the
> morning, but that I had to have a very important
> talk with her the next day.
>
> That morning, I woke up and headed to my
> father's shop to pick up a ring. After that, I
> had to make three dreaded phone calls. Annie did
> not take the news well at all. She would not stop
> crying. Jane seemed to take it better, although
> she did call me a fucking asshole. And Spike,
> well...she just about scared the shit out of me.
> She basically threatened to kill my parents and my
> siblings and any other relatives in the area. It
> would have been much more upsetting if I wasn't on
> Cloud Nine about the whole Carly situation.
>
> I got to Carly's place by about 1PM. I
> actually had to gather myself outside her door
> before I could work up the nerve to knock. She
> let me in and before she could say a word, I
> dropped to a knee and whipped out the ring box. I
> didn't want to lose my nerve, so I asked her to
> get engaged right then and there. She started
> crying, and not the good kind of crying.
>
> "What's wrong?" I asked.
>
> She opened the closet door and out came
> Annie, Jane and Spike to ambush me. This was
> pretty much worse than any nightmare I could think
> of.
>
> "I can't believe you, you stupid fucker!"
> Carly screamed, "you play all four of us like
> fools and then you have the nerve to ask me to
> marry you." She slapped me in the face.
>
> "Please, let me explain..." I tried.
>
> Before I could finish, Spike stepped in
> front of me. The last thing I remember seeing was
> her gloved fist nailing me right between the eyes.
>
> When I woke up, the only thing in my field
> of vision was the sun, a big yellow ball partially
> blinding me like in those old western movies. My
> head was still rattling around like five hangovers
> at once. I felt detached from my body. I was
> finally able to raise my head and look around. I
> was lying down on the ground. There was someone
> lying down next to me, though I didn't know whom.
> She was dressed pretty provocatively. She had on
> shiny white tights and some red velvet dress with
> some Santa suit white trim on the end of the
> skirt, which stopped at an Ally McBeal length.
> She seemed to be trying to get up at the same time
> I was.
>
> We both successfully got to our feet. I felt very
> wobbly and could barely stand for some reason.
> Her hair was in my face. I tried to get the hair
> out of my eyes, but my fingers were not
> responding. Spike must have walloped me good.
> Then I noticed that the reason my fingers had no
> sensation is because both my hands had been balled
> into fists and taped over with shiny red duct
> tape.
>
> That's when I also noticed that my sleeves were
> covered with the same red velvet material as the
> girl wearing the dress. There was more furry
> white trim around the wrists and I could feel
> wrapped around both fingers some thread that
> attached to the sleeves at the wrists and
> effectively kept the sleeves from being pulled up
> my arms. I also noticed on my left wrist a tennis
> bracelet remarkably similar to the one I had just
> given Annie.
>
> Getting over the shock of that, I scanned
> the rest of my body and came to the startling
> realization that the girl I saw was not next to
> me. She was me! I had been dressed as some kind
> of erotic Mrs. Claus. The red velvet dress was
> also actually a bodysuit of some kind, which
> zipped up in the back and completed the furry
> white trim motif with some that surrounded my
> entire neck. The blond hair that was in my eyes
> was attached to my head. My eyes scanned down the
> front of the dress to find two boobs poking out
> from the red material of the dress. Between those
> two boobs, I could see a gold necklace much like
> the one I gave to Jane. I looked further down at
> my shiny, nylon clad legs to find my feet forced
> into these extreme red suede, 3-inch pumps with
> ankle straps and pointed toes. That would have
> explained the trouble I had balancing myself.
>
> What the hell was going on? I took stock
> of my surroundings and realized that I was in the
> middle of the desert. The only things in sight
> over the entire horizon were cacti and sand. I
> spotted a red purse on the ground beside me.
> Without the use of my fingers, it was quite
> difficult to get the thing open, but I finally
> did. I dumped the contents out onto the ground.
>
> Out of the purse came a small mirror, some
> lipstick and eyeshadow, a package of photos and a
> mini-tape recorder. I glanced into the mirror.
> My reflection looked like a completely different
> person. My face was heavily made-up, and it was
> obvious that they had tweezed my eyebrows quite a
> bit. I also noticed that my ears had been pierced
> and that I was wearing Carly's diamond studs.
> This was getting worse all the time.
>
> I used my fists to pick up the tape
> recorder and saw that it had a note attached which
> said: "Play me while you look at the pictures." I
> somehow managed to press the play button. I heard
> Carly's voice first.
>
> "I suppose you're wondering what the hell
> happened," she began, "but it might be helpful if
> you look at some of the pictures as we speak."
>
> I fumbled around for the package of
> photos. I luckily found a part on my right fist
> that was adhesive side out and used it to pick out
> the photos and start looking. The first one was
> of me, passed out on the ground at Carly's place,
> with the four girls standing over me like prized
> game hunters. Spike even had her foot over my
> chest. The pictures got progressively worse.
> They showed the process of stripping my clothes
> off, shaving my entire body and head, and getting
> me dressed in my current predicament. The tape
> continued.
>
> "As you can see, we've made you into
> Santa's Little Helper. You must think we're all
> pretty stupid. Guess you didn't know that we all
> knew each other. As it turns out, Annie, Jane and
> Spike came by my place this morning when their
> boyfriends all decided coincidentally to break up
> with them at almost the same time. Didn't take
> long before we figured out your extracurricular
> activities." Carly explained.
>
> "You can probably see from the pictures,
> but we also wanted to explain the extent of your
> predicament," she continued, "of course, you'll
> notice the dress covers you from neck to mid-thigh
> with a built-in body suit which makes the sheer
> white tights impossible to take off. The zip on
> the back of the dress is locked on at the neck.
> Not that you could get to that stuff anyway since
> we took the liberty of taping your hands up. And
> you can't see the bright shade of red polish we
> painted on your fingers and toes."
>
> "We also glued the wig on your head and
> glued a little Santa hat on that." Spike
> continued. I reached up with my fist and took
> notice of the hat.
>
> "And we did your make-up as conservatively
> as possible. We sprayed a little sealant over it
> so it stays even while you're sweating," Annie
> chimed in.
>
> "I'm sure you've noticed the shoes. Aside
> from being damn cute and probably a size too small
> for you, they have locking ankle straps. We don't
> want you running for help too quickly. Not before
> you learned your lesson." Jane said.
>
> "But the best part is all the stuff you
> can't even see." Carly picked up again, "you see,
> I picked up some stuff from my father's
> experimental labs. You may have noticed your new
> twin peaks? They're made of a new latex designed
> to replicate skin. They warm up to your body
> temperature. Most importantly, we were able to
> attach them with an adhesive designed to last for
> months at a time and were able to make them look
> seamless with your chest. But the coup de grace
> is something you'll find south of the equator. Or
> if you don't at least the lucky fella who peels
> you out of that dress will."
>
> At that moment, I reach my right fist down
> to my crotch area. The bulge is noticeably
> missing. I really started to panic.
>
> "It's my dad's latest innovation for
> transsexuals. It's a false pussy. Your penis
> slips into a hidden sheath but still pokes through
> a pee hole, so you can still pee sitting down.
> And it even has a pocket to take in a well endowed
> man, just like a real one. In case you need to
> barter your body in exchange for a ride home. We
> did drop you pretty far into the desert." Carly
> said while I heard the others laughing out loud,
> "we attached that with the same adhesive."
>
> "And as a final reminder of our times
> together, we left you with our mementos." Carly
> finished, "Notice the earrings?"
>
> "I gave my bracelet back," Annie cut in.
>
> "And I gave you the necklace. It looks
> better on you anyway," Jane giggled.
>
> "And that just leaves my present. You'll
> find it under your furry collar." Spike said.
>
> I reached under my collar as best I could.
> I couldn't really see, but I was wearing some
> other red thing around my neck.
>
> "I locked my red collar around your neck.
> By the by, the keys to the locks for the collar,
> dress and shoes are taped to your stomach
> underneath the dress. Good luck getting to them."
> she continued.
>
> That was the last straw. I couldn't take
> another minute of this.
>
> "You fucking bitches!" I screamed.
>
> Suddenly, I felt an electrical shock that
> started at my neck and ran through my whole body.
> I collapsed in a heap on the ground and was
> unable to move for a few seconds until the shock
> stopped.
>
> "Oh, and one last thing," Carly said, "we
> attached a little electroshock transmitter to your
> new red collar, honey. It's sound activated, but
> it's programmed to only go off for sounds at lower
> octaves. Namely your regular voice. So if you
> plan on communicating with anyone, you'll have to
> do it at a much higher octave. And if anyone
> tries to tamper with the collar without the right
> key, well, let's just say that I hope you're
> sitting down."
>
> "Bye!" all four signed off in unison as
> the tape stopped.
>
> I looked up at the sky. I had no idea
> what time it was, but I knew the sun was starting
> to go down. And if I got stuck out here without
> any light, I'd be in big trouble. So I started
> walking. About five steps in, my feet starting
> killing me. I tried to slip my feet out of the
> shoes, but the straps held me in securely. I tore
> at the hat and hair, also to no avail.
>
> I found that short, mincing steps were the
> best way to avoid pain throughout my body, but it
> also meant my walking pace was exceptionally slow.
> I also found myself more than a little aroused by
> the effect that the velvet dress and the tights
> had on me as I walked and my thighs were forced
> together.
>
> What felt like an eternity later, I finally
> reached a two-lane road that was barely paved.
> The sun was about to go down. I started walking
> alongside the road hoping beyond hope that a car
> might come along. I was about to give up all hope
> when I saw an old car chugging along.
>
> The car finally approached, going no faster than
> 25 MPH. It was an old Trans Am. By the time he
> got next to me, I was frantically waving my arms
> in the air and jumping up and down as best as
> possible in those shoes. I was still to afraid to
> use my voice after the last experience with the
> neck collar. The car pulled over to the side.
> The driver reached over and opened the passenger
> side door. He looked like the Bandit, 20 years
> and 40 pounds too late.
>
> "Well, now, miss, what are you doing way out
> here?" he asked.
>
> I had no choice but to try and speak. I
> put on my best falsetto.
>
> "Actually, some friends of mine played a
> little prank on me." I began. Thank God. No
> shock from the collar.
>
> "Can you give me a ride into town?" I
> inquired.
>
> "There is no town. Just houses here or
> there. The nearest town is probably a good 50 or
> 60 miles away. But I live near here. I could
> give you a lift there and let you use my phone.
> Would that help?" he asked.
>
> "That would be great." I replied and
> climbed into his car.
>
> We started driving. His name was Wally.
> He'd lived in the area his entire life.
> Apparently, he was a big Hank Williams fan,
> because that's what we listened to the entire
> time.
>
> "So, your friends have been playing a
> prank on you, huh? Seems pretty elaborate to me."
> he said as he looked me up from my shoes to my
> chest leeringly. I was starting to get a little
> nervous. I decided it would be best to come
> completely clean.
>
> "Listen, Wally, I have to be honest with
> you. I'm not what I seem." I chirped in my forced
> chipmunk voice.
>
> "Whoa, before, you say another word..." he
> started.
>
> Suddenly he reached over and stuck a
> medical needle into my thigh. Before I could
> scream or protest, he had plunged the contents of
> the needle into me. I almost immediately started
> to lose consciousness.
>
> "Just relax, honey. This is gonna put you
> out for awhile, until I can get you home." I
> heard those last words before I trailed off.
>
> TO BE CONTINUED
>
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