The Trophy Room by Dyarna

When Anne inherits a big old mansion from her uncle, she decides to take Mira, Jacke, Devon and Talia along on the trip. Exploring the mansion, they find a room, full of trophies from all kind of wild animals. Shocked at first, they realize that all the trophies are actually very realistic costume and from there one things leads to the other.

The Trophy Room by Dyarna

Part 1

“So your uncle must have been, what—a millionaire? A billionaire?”

“Something in between.”

“It’s rude to ask that, Jackie.”

“He owned, like, an airline. It’s a reasonable question.”

“Jackie, all you need to know about my uncle was that yes, he was rich as shit and kind of an asshole. He went big game hunting in Africa and would show us pictures of like, lions he killed. I have no idea why he liked me enough to leave me this house. Always hated him. But—not anymore!” laughed Anne from the driver’s seat.

The SUV began to pull off the old rural road, roll through an open wrought-iron gate, and crunch onto the gravel path that led up to the front of a sizeable, ornate country estate.

“Well, cheers to the old bastard,” said Devon.

“Cheers!” whooped Anne, Jackie, Talia, and Mira in unison.

Anne pulled the car up in front of the massive front doors, flanked by columns that were honestly pretty tacky. The girls piled out of the car. The black-haired Jackie trotted up to the door excitedly.

“This is ridiculous,” said Mira as she walked up to the door, right behind Jackie. Mira was the most petite of the group, with small, intense, and beautiful features. Her blonde hair lay over her shoulders, contrasting with her black shirt. Devon and Talia, the brunettes, followed behind her.

They all waited at the door for Anne to let them into her newly acquired mansion.

Anne turned off the car, shut her door, and pushed past them all to shove the key in the lock.

“Yeah, this is even bigger than I remembered, to be honest,” she said.

Anne turned the key in the lock and pushed open the massive door, revealing an elaborate foyer—tile floors, gilded furniture, portraiture on the walls. “This is like, a cliche of a rich person’s home,” said Devon.

“I told you, he was fucking loaded!” said Anne.

For a while, all five girls wandered around the ground floor, poking into the large kitchen with high-grade appliances, a pool room, a dusty library stocked with old books (“There is no way he actually read any of those,” said Anne when she entered. “He was all for show.”)

“Well, it is definitely a mansion,” said the petite Mira, sounding unimpressed. “You own a ridiculous old mansion now, Anne, like an old spinster.”

When they had first met at their volleyball club, Mira had always struck Anne as a little too snide. Nowadays, she’d come to appreciate her acid tongue. “I’m selling this place the instant it lands a buyer. I’m growing into an old spinster somewhere with a gym nearby.”

Jackie popped around the doorframe. “Oh, we actually did find a gym.” They laughed. “Anne!”

Devon shouted when she saw them emerge from around the corner, “I found your uncle’s disgusting murdered trophy animals!” There were several “Oh, my god”s.

The girls followed Devon and entered another hallway at the far end of the foyer that had mahogany and teak walls. A light shone through a distant door, which stood open. Devon was saying, “Yeah, it’s unbelievable, you gotta see this,” when they walked under the doorframe, turned left, and entered a vast study.

On the walls hung many severed heads of African big game: antelope, gazelle, zebra, water buffalo, an enormous elephant, even lions. “This is horrible!” exclaimed Talia. “What are these?

Are these all stuffed? Oh my god.”

Talia was looking around at several animals, set on pedestals, that appeared much as they did in life: supported by metal bars and frames, but standing upright, seeming very much like their bodies had been stuffed whole for the Great White Hunter’s trophy room.

“No. That’s a panda. He does not have a panda. That is like, insanely illegal,” said Jackie.

Mira gasped. “There’s a baby elephant! Who let him kill a baby elephant!”

“This is horrible. Oh god.”

“What is this bird? This is the biggest bird I have ever seen in my life.”

“This poor zebra! Aww, poor thing!” Talia walked up to the zebra and stroked its face. “Talia!”

hissed Mira. “Don’t pet it! It’s dead!”

“This poor baby… Your asshole uncle, Anne, is… an asshole! Oh wow, he’s so soft. Is this a glass eye?” The other girls came over to examine the zebra.

“He looks kind of… deflated,” said Devon.

“Probably from the stuffing. Shitty taxidermy, have you seen that?” asked Jackie. “Hilarious.”

Devon walked around the zebra as Anne, Mira, and Jackie stood nearby, wearing concerned expressions. She kneeled to look beneath, then quickly stood up.

“Girls.” They all looked up at Devon as she spoke. “This is not a zebra.”

“Not any more Devon, it’s fucking dead!” cried Talia, distraught.

“No—Talia, no. Look underneath.” They all crouched to see. Under the zebra’s belly was an enormous split, revealing a black softness within—and, on either side of the split, ran a heavy zipper.

“Someone… someone unzipped it? And took out the stuffing?” said Talia. “I don’t think so,” said Devon. Crouching, she stepped up onto the low pedestal that held the zebra, against the other girls’ cries of protest. “It’s okay, it’s okay!” Devon said, annoyed. Slowly, she stood up into the zebra, passing through the wide slit and entering its body, until all the other girls could see was her legs.

Inside the cavernous black, Devon, still crouched so that her head didn’t touch, gingerly reached up and felt around. “It’s fabric! This zebra is fake as shit!”

“Well, then why did they unzip it?” asked Talia, who was maybe a little sour that she had just been fawning over a replica.

“Hang on,” came Devon’s voice from within the torso. She stepped forward a little, feeling around. “It’s all fabric inside. And—” she plunged her arms into the front of the animal “—there are leg holes.” She stood up a little and looked into the neck. “I think it’s a costume. It’s a zebra suit.”

What? and Weird! came from the others.

“People can wear this thing. Two people,” said Devon. As she bent over further to feel around into the suit, the other girls could see a blue thong emerging from the back of her jeans, contrasting with her tanned skin. “Looks like you’re wearing a whale-tail yourself, Devon,” called Mira. They all cackled. Devon withdrew from the zebra and hopped off the pedestal. “Hah hah, very funny. Whew, it was already hot in there.” She brushed her hair off her face. “Are therest of these real?”

Suddenly realizing the implication, the other girls fanned out to examine the three remaining animals that stood on pedestals throughout the room. Tentatively Jackie poked at the next creature over from the zebra: a panda that stood on all fours, its height reaching her waist. She petted it—”This definitely feels fake”—then gasped when she found—”A zipper! This panda’s one too!”

Devon and Talia approached the enormous hawk—or maybe it was an eagle, at that size.

“There’s no way a person can fit in this big-ass bird,” said Devon. “Actually… maybe that’s why it’s such a big-ass bird.” She started to feel around through the feathers as Talia stroked its head.

From the far end of the room called Anne: “Thank God, the baby elephant is fake.” She began to pull open the zipper entrance she’d found, parting the rubbery flesh. “Ooh, that’s a relief,” said Talia.

Devon continued to feel around the bird, then said, “Okay, this one might just be stuffed. I can’t see how a person could fit in that thing. Just barely, maybe.”

Jackie was pulling the panda’s back zipper open. “I don’t see how a person could fit in this thing. Look how stubby these legs are!” She reached down inside. “There’s so much padding! Wow, this guy is soft inside. Ooh, does he come in women’s sizes?”

The other girls walked over to Jackie and the now-opened up panda, with the exception of Anne, who was examining the inside of the baby elephant suit.

Mira called out across the room, “Why the fuck would your uncle have these, Anne?”

“I have no idea!”

Mira frowned. “This is a sex thing, isn’t it.”

Devon said, “Maybe. But if Anne’s uncle is like other rich freaks, I bet he had his servants, like, dress up in them and parade around for him. Some real sick power play shit.”

“So, a sex thing,” said Mira.

Jackie was stroking the panda’s fur, inside and out. “Guys… he’s so comfy. I just wanna hop in him.”

“Ew, no Jackie!” cried Talia.

“Oh come on, Talia,” said Jackie. “Obviously, we’re all thinking it. Thinking who’s gonna be the first to get inside one.”

They were all quiet for a moment, until Jackie continued: “So, I call the panda.”

Talia was immediately indignant: “Noo, I want to be a panda!”

“Nope, sorry, called him.”

“How about you get in the zebra, Talia, since you’re such a zebra lover?” said Devon.

“Uhh, well Devon, since you found it first, how about you get in the zebra.”

“Isn’t the zebra for two people? I know. Who votes Talia and Devon both get in the zebra?” said Mira slyly. She, along with Anne and Jackie, immediately shot up their hands. “Three to two, it’s settled. Hop in, girls.” Mira and the others laughed.

Anne said, “Okay… do we really have to do this? Are we really playing zoo? Okay. If so, I want the elephant. I’ve become a little fond of him. Look at the cute little guy.”

“But wait, what are you going to be, Mira?’ teased Jackie.

“She can be the zookeeper. We can all switch,” said Talia.

“Devon,” asked Anne, “the bird’s not a costume, right?”

“You know what… I’m not sure,” said Devon. She walked back over to where the majestic, three-foot eagle stood on its pedestal, it’s wings outstretched, held up by metal tubes. She fished around through the feathers on its back again, then thought she should check on the front and finally found a well hidden zipper. Devon followed the closed zip all the way down to the fluff between the bird’s legs, and found the pull tab, in a hidden tuft of feathers. “Hah! Zipper,” she said after a moment. “Got it.” Gently she tugged the zip up from below and revealed, through the feathers and fluff, a plush, luscious-looking, almost velvety interior. “Looks tight, though. Hold on, I’m going to try it out.”

Devon was growing a little excited at these strange developments. She knew Anne from college, as she did Jackie and Talia. Mira was a newer addition to the group, who was likely unaware that the four of them had hooked up before, fooling around and a little beyond that, in various combinations. Just college stuff. Experimentation, after drinking. And Devon did enjoy dabbling in a little low-key bondage. She thought about those times in college, just for a second. A strange energy was starting to flash through her as she thought of the memory. She was warming to the idea of zipping herself and her girlfriends into these animal suits. Maybe things would get a little frisky.

The bird’s legs were shorter than any human’s. It looked like the wearer would need to turn around and step backwards into them, slipping into the bird’s chest—then crouch down in order to fit their back in.

Devon felt her hand up into the bird’s head, and she could tell that the performer’s head was supposed to rest in there. She slipped off her shoes, turned around, and tried to push her left leg into the interior of the costume. Her foot slipped in, but then she felt the fabric constricting her tightly.

She removed her foot, then began to unbuckle her thin belt and peel her jeans off of her suntanned legs. Again her blue thong showed to her friends, and the rest of her ass with it this time. “Devon, umm, what are you doing?” said Talia.

“What? I can’t fit in here with denim on. Plus, aren’t you hot? You’re gonna be hotter when we’re in the zebra, Tal.” Talia didn’t say anything. The other girls had gathered around to watch Devon try to insert her body into this weird avian disguise.

With her jeans removed, she just barely managed to shimmy her left leg into the bird’s. Her foot now ended in a large claw, and her leg was surrounded by the bumpy fake yellowed flesh of an eagle’s leg, topped with fluff. “Ugh, this is a tight fit.” She looked to her left and right and found armholes extending into the wings. She attempted to draw her arms inwards and wriggle into the holes—she had to crouch, sticking her ass back into the recess by the bird’s tail, and strain with all her might to turn her shoulder, bend her arm to a crook, and shove it into the wing. She crouched as far as she could. She felt the fabric inside the bird stretching as she pushed her rear end as far back as she could and drove her legs deeper into the talon-tipped hollow legs. Soft fabric stretched against her almost bare ass. Her thong pushed into her skin. She simply couldn’t dip her shoulders far enough to fit into the wings. “Dammit. I can’t fit. This bird is not my size.”

With some difficulty she pulled her legs out of the bird’s and stepped out of it. “Someone needs to be like, six inches shorter than me to wear that,” she said.

“Mira, you try. You’re the smallest,” said Jackie.

“No… do not make me get in that bird, I swear to God. I am not getting in a goddamn bird.”

“You’re the smallest one Mira, you have to try it! You need a costume anyways.” “Yeah, Mira!

We’re all trying them on, come on.” “Don’t you want to play zoo? We need an eagle in our zoo!” the girls sang, tauntingly.

“Get your fat ass into the damn bird, Mira!” called Jackie.

“Hey! My ass is trim, alright? Isn’t that why you’re making me squeeze into this thing in the first place?”

“She has a point.”

“No, you’re just short. Your ass is still fat.” Mira glared at Jackie, who smiled gleefully. “It’s a compliment!”

“Fine.” Mira approached the bird. “Wait, Mira,” said Devon. “I recommend taking your pants off.”

“Do! It! Do! It!” the girls started to chant in a chorus.

Mira suddenly found herself feeling a little shy. She was friends with Anne, but didn’t know the rest of the girls as well. This situation was beginning to feel a bit weird. There was a strange tension in the air. Still, she sensed that she’d already been acting like a bit of a poor sport.

Suddenly she decided not to care, not to be shy at all. She pulled down her pants to reveal a pair of lacy black panties that accented the whiteness of her curving flesh. Her confidence bolstered, she whipped off her shirt too. A matching bra. “Wooo!” shouted the chorus.

Mira’s blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders as she walked—exaggerating her moves, just to show off her shapeliness a little—sidled up to the enormous bird, and turned around to back into the girl-shaped hollow within. Looking at the feet and claws of the bird she said: “There is no way me feet will fit in the claws, they are way to tiny and the shape is all wrong for a human foot”.

“There is a little surprise in there, you will see”, retorted Devon without giving any further explanation.

The bird’s thin legs looked barely wider than her own, covered with fur nearly down to the yellowed talons. Mira stepped back into a leg, feeling it swallow her own. Pushing down she saw the outline of her foot traveling through the leg of the bird. When her foot reached almost the bottom of the birds leg, she meat some resistance. “Sorry guys, my foot seems to be too big for the costume, I cannot get it down any further”.

“Just push a little harder, you will see how it’s working” came the encouragement from Devon, who had been in there before.

Pushing harder, Mira’s foot suddenly slipped down the last few inches and she suddenly realized how her foot fit in the strange shape of the birds claws. There was some kind of shoe at the end of the birds leg, but Mira wouldn’t call that a shoe at all. Her foot was bend down at an extreme angle, almost making a straight line with her lower leg and only her toes touching the ground inside the birds claws. It was like an ultra high heel but without the actual heel.

“Nice surprise Devon, you could have warned me”, said Mira to a grinning Devon.

“What is wrong?”, Talia asked Mira, who explained briefly the predicament she was in to the other girls. “I cannot stand let alone walk in this thing. I rarely wear heels at all”.

“Ah come on, don’t be a spoilsport, get your other leg in, you will figure it out. How bad can it be”, demanded Jackie.

Knowing that the others girl wouldn’t leave her alone before she not at least tried to get in all the way, Mira lifted her other leg trying to put it in the costume too, almost certain that she would topple over standing on only one leg given the angle her foot was bend. To her surprise standing only on one foot didn’t send her on the floor. Given the shape of the eagles claws, with one claw extending backwards Mira discovered that the contraption was surprisingly stable almost like some kind of tripod. Nevertheless her toes were already starting to hurt, supporting her full body weight just now.

Her other leg found its way in, cinched tight by the costume as she settled to the bottom.

Leaning forward out of the costume and looking down, she saw her shapely calves encased in scaly, feathered legs. The fit of the suit’s legs was incredibly tight, feeling almost like leggings on the inside, with a tougher material on the exterior.

“See this wasn’t so bad, you made it without falling over”, Jackie happily said.

“God, I’m on my tiptoes in here!” Mira whined, “If you think this is easy try it yourself. My feet are already killing me” and lifted up her foot and stomped angrily at the floor a bit, the plastic talons tapping on the expensive hardwood.

“I don’t think so Mira, if Devon couldn’t fit in, I will neither. This seems to be made just for you.

Now stop complaining and get in there” Jackie replied.

“Okay, now I have to—ahhh!” Mira squatted until nearly crouching, snuggling her ass into the back of the suit. Her panties started to bunch up. She had a bit of an uncomfortable wedgie. But she could bend low enough, further than the taller Devon. She rolled her shoulder around and slipped her arm into the hole, high up by the bird’s head. Her arm slipped halfway in, and she found that she could just slightly flap the enormous wing, raising it off the metal bar that it was propped up on. She turned her shoulders and pushed her other arm into the right wing. Again, a legging-like material encased her arms, and she felt the weight of the gigantic, ombre-colored feathers on her wings. She bent a little and wriggled her ass in further, cramming herself into the suit. The eagle’s feathers shook. When her arms were nearly in, she was able to lift herself a bit and pop her head up inside the bird’s majestic visage. Well, majestic from the outside, at least. “I’m like, stuck in a squat here. This thing won’t—ugh. And what is this..?” Looking upwards, she scooted up into the bird’s head, she saw that at the beginning of its beak was some kind of…

“Is this a retainer? What the fuck?” Mira was now eye to eye with some sort of mouthguard—white plastic with indentations for the wearer’s sets of teeth. It seemed to be connected by wire and straps to the bird’s beak. “Eww. I am not biting that,” Mira said. But as she tried to raise up further, she found no way around the mouthpiece—the head was too compact. With her head angled back, she found that the only way to keep lifting up from her squatting position was to open her mouth and accept the plastic guard into it—which she did, wincing, then briefly gagging. “Eugh.” As her teeth bumped the guard she saw a crack of light open up in the beak.

She clamped her jaws closed, and the beak, too, snapped shut. Opening her mouth again, she could see that the straps and attachments were linked to the heavy beak in a way that made it easy to open with relatively small movements of her mouth. Okay. She clacked the beak open and shut a few times and couldn’t help laughing to herself.

Translucent mesh separated the open beak from her face. Some additional vision was possible through the eyes and thinner sections of feathers. She continued to squeeze into the suit, and her head met the top of the inside of the bird’s. Try as she might, she couldn’t get up any further, still trapped in an very uncomfortable squat.

“Oh my god, can you move your beak? That is hilarious. Hold on, let me zip you up.” Devon rushed forward and reached into the bird’s soft plumage, finding the zipper that began by the neck. Mira’s head was already fully beyond it, up in the reaches of the suit. She was tightly pressed inside the bird now. Devon pulled the zipper down towards the bird’s groin, grazing Mira’s bra and pressing in her breasts as she did. That looked like a tight fit. “Mmmf!” she heard from inside. The upper and lower beak rattled. They were probably going to have to help her get out of there.

“Ish a lil cramped,” said Mira, trying to speak around the mouthguard. Her voice was pained, muffled by feathers. As she talked the beak opened and shut in small movements, making a clacking noise. “I cann… augh. Iss in my mouf. Ish making me, like, croush down. I too tawl for dis, Dewon.”

“Okay, just hang on.” Devon tried not to laugh at her friend’s distorted speech. “We gotta try out our suits.”

“No, gemme oww!” Mira’s wings flapped a little. She fumblingly tried to bring them around and reach for her zipper, but could only swipe at her own chest. “Yeugh! I cann…” She nearly gagged again on the mouthguard. Pressing with her tongue, she felt it swing forward a bit. “Ahhhgh! Kay.” Using her tongue she was able to ease it out of her mouth and push it down and away from her. It rotated forward into the lower beak.

“Ptttthh.” She spat. He mouth able to form normal sounds again, she said, “Okay, Devon, get me out of here for real!”

“Not yet!” teased Devon.

“Come on, I don’t want to be the fucking bird! This thing is like a straightjacket! This costume doesn’t fit me right. It is too small even for me. I can’t stand up straight, I am still crouched inside. I think this is meant for a child!”

“Oh you’ll be fine, just hang in there and relax. We need to get into our suits!”

“I’m getting out, okay!”

Again Mira flapped futilely at her chest with her wings. She tried to wriggle her arms out of the wing holes, but the costume was far too tight. She swiped at the zipper frustratedly, batting at her feathered belly. It was like picking up a key off the floor while wearing oven mitts.

“We’re not letting you out!” “Not yet!” “Come on, you have to play bird!” the girls all joined in, teasing, laughing at her hapless attempts to free herself.

“Ugh. Fine!”

Mira sighed inside the bird head. She tried to relax a bit into a squat but couldn’t find a position that was comfortable. Her panties were running up into her ass. Her bra strap dug into her back.

She pulled her wings fully off the metal bars and dropped them to her sides. From the pressure on her ass, she could feel her tail feathers were brushing the floor. She sat and pouted and tried to get comfortable, watched the others fiddle with their costumes. Unable to settle in the constrictive suit, she shuffled around a bit, holding up her wings and doing some half-hearted flapping.

She found that she could bring the mouthguard back towards her by reaching her teeth forward in the suit head, clamping onto it, and pulling it back into position. She snapped her beak menacingly.

Stuck in the goddamn bird.

Jackie had already run over to her panda, the top of it well below her waist.. “So cute!” she declared. “Well… I guess I’ll… okay, why not.” She pulled up her T-shirt to reveal a sports bra, pulled off her sweats to reveal green boyshorts. “Might as well get comfy.” She plunged her arms into the panda’s interior, which was off-white and satiny smooth. It seemed to be some sort of spandex, probably to absorb sweat from the person inside. She reveled for a moment in the texture and pulled the bear’s back open a little wider revealing a long slit along the back. “How do I get into this?” Jackie pulled her arms out of the panda and stood back up again. The slit on the back of the costume narrowed a little after her arms were out, but still stayed open. Standing on the left side of the panda, she swung her right leg over it, putting it through the slit in the back into the panda’s short, stubby hind leg. Luckily the panda was lower than her waist, otherwise she would have had quite some difficulties lifting her leg high enough. When her foot reached the paw of the hind leg, Jackie had a hard time finding a comfortable position for it, since the paw was much smaller than her dainty foot and not formed like a shoe at all. Destined to get all the way in, she lifted her left leg up and swung it over the back of the panda, inserting it into the other leg. When she’d got the other one in, she was confused for a moment. She had expected that her legs would fit somehow into the legs of the panda, but they ended about where her knees were. Despite all the padding of the costume, the hind legs of the panda felt very loose on her own legs, with a lot of room to spare. Her boobs brushed against panda fur as she dropped her arms, bending down and nestling them into the plush, padded spaces in the panda’s front limbs. Her hands ended in the paws of the front legs lying flat on the floor. “Good thing, I am very flexible, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to touch the ground inside the paws”, Jackie thought.

She shortly worried about the fact, that she lost almost all dexterity of her hands in the front paws; she wouldn’t be able to grab or handle anything with them. She nuzzled her head under the open zipper and the fur of the back and pushed her head into the suit’s. Light came from the suit’s mouth, eyes, and nostrils. She wiggled around inside the costume, trying to fit all the way inside. Despite her best efforts, she still felt, that her ass was sticking a good deal out of the back of the panda. “Anne come over here and zip me up please. Even if I could reach the zipper, I guess I wouldn’t be able to grab the zipper with these paws.”

Anne left behind the baby elephant she was examining for a moment and passed Devon and Talia as they argued about who got to be the front of the zebra, and who’d be stuck as the behind.

She was unable to stifle a little laughter at the two. Reaching Jackie, she saw that Jackie was bend over in the panda with her hands obviously touching the floor inside the paws. Because of this, her behind was stuck up high in the air, emerging through the zipper, her round ass barely held in by her boyshorts. From the outside it looked quite funny, a panda with a human ass sticking out from it’s back. “Jackie, you need to get in deeper. You’re ass is sticking out, I won’t be able to close the zipper like this..”

“I… I’m already on all fours. I am bend over as much as I can, my hands are laying already flat on the floor inside the paws. There is no way I can get any deeper. Can you try pushing me in?” “I am not touching your ass Jackie!” Anne said a little shocked.

“Oh come on, don’t be such a prude, it’s not like I am wearing just a thong. My shorts cover a good deal of my ass” came a little muffled from inside the panda.

“Ok fine, I try. Hang on.” Trying to touch Jackies ass only where it was covered with her shorts, Anne hesitantly tried to push the ass of her friend inside the costume. As hard as she tried, they made little progress of getting Jackies ass inside the panda this way.

“This is not working Jackie. The hind legs of the panda are too short for you. I guess your legs would have to be only half their length to fit in those stubby legs”, Anne said a little frustrated. “This is really strange. Nobody has such short legs, not even Mira. And the fit of the hind leg is all wrong too. The paw is much too small for my foot and there is a strange rubberlike cup and no shoe at the bottom. And the legs are very loose on me. I guess I could fit both my legs in one of those stubby legs.” Jackie replied.

“Wait, what did you just say?” inquired Anne, “I think I have an idea how it is supposed to work!.

Try kneeling?”

“What do you mean? I am already kneeling here!”

“No I think you are doing it wrong. I guess you have to fold your legs, so that your feet are up on your ass and your knees are at the bottom of the legs of the costume. This way your leg is effectively only half it’s length and you should be able to cram your ass inside. The downside is, you have to crawl around like a baby”, Anne teased.

“Oh I see what you mean. This might just work. Let my try.”

From the outside Anne could see a lot of movement inside the costume and Jackie’s ass was bouncing around all over the place. After about 2 or 3 minutes off struggling, Anne could hear a “Damn it” from inside the costume, after which Jackie’s upper body reappeared from inside the costume.

“What’s wrong Jackie?” Anne inquired.

“I think you are right about the way me legs should fit inside the panda’s hind legs, but I just cannot get both of them in. I can pull out one leg, fold it and put it back in the panda’s leg, but after that I am already so deep inside that I just cannot pull my other leg out of the hind leg, so that I can fold it too. That’s just not possible. Nobody is that limber. But I still really want to get in the panda. It’s just so cute and cuddly.” Jackie replied frustrated.

“Maybe it helps, if we rotate the panda upward, so that it is sitting with it’s rump on the ground and all the legs facing forward. You then get behind it, sitting on your lower legs and just crawl forward like this.” Anne suggested.

“Ok, let’s try this. I guess we got nothing the loose”, Jackie agreed. Jackie and Anne then rotate the panda around, which was surprisingly easy since the panda was much lighter than a real panda, with no one inside. After that Anne supported the panda on the front, so that it couldn’t tip over, while Jackie got behind it, sat on the floor and folded her legs under her, so that she was sitting on her lower legs.

“Here goes nothing” Jackie said enthusastically, while slowly inching forward through the slit on the back of the panda inside the costume.

“I am stuck again! Oh no, wait, I’m not. Okay.” Anne watched Jackie’s ass wriggle and descend into the costume, which jerked back and forth as the girl within situated herself. “This seems to work Anne, I think I am almost in.” came Jackies muffled voice deep from within the panda. Anne couldn’t help herself, enjoying the show Jackies wiggling ass gave her. After a few minutes of struggling, Jackie said: “I cannot go in any further. Is my ass still hanging out Anne?”

“No, looks good from the outside, I guess we should be able to close the zipper now and seal you in” confirmed Anna.

“Yeah, I’m good! Ooh, this is comfy.” Anne inched the heavy zipper up Jackie’s, or the panda’s, back, settling it by the neck. A flap of fur folded over to obscure it from any suspicious observers: zoo visitors? Poachers? What were these elaborate costumes for?

“Get ready Jackie, I am going to give you a shove so that you are on all fours” announced Anne and pushed the panda from behind at the same time, which started to tip over and finally landed on all of it’s feet.

“Ouch, maybe give me some time to get ready next time Anne” complained Jackie.

“Oh this is weird, I’m like—I’m on my knees in here now,” came Jackie’s muffled voice.

The panda had a large rounded rump, out of which stuck its pom-pom tail. Anne thought she could see Jackie’s feet kicking the haunches from the inside, making indentations in the plush fur. “I’m literally walking on my knees!”

“I think that’s how it’s supposed to go! Stop kicking your feet, just walk on your knees!”

Jackie, breathing heavily inside the panda, stopped struggling. Her kneecaps now settled nicely into the rubberlike cup at the bottom of the panda’s hind legs. It felt much more natural than her feet had felt jammed into the animal’s stumpy legs.

“Mmm, it’s so nice and soft in here!”

Jackie, getting into character as the panda, started to wobble back and forth playfully. Anne heard a joyful cry from within as the bear’s front feet kicked back and forth, like it was doing the can-can. The panda rocked madly, then started to topple—the costume’s bulk was now leaning to one side. Anne rushed back, reached over and pushed at the panda’s furry side to hold it up—but the momentum of the costume, with Jackie’s weight now hidden away inside it, was too much.

The panda’s foot slipped off the low pedestal and the whole thing, bear suit, the girl within, and the girl outside, all slipped to the ground. Anne grunted as the panda knocked her backwards and she slipped to the floor, buried in black and white fluff. Jackie screamed, muted, sounding like she was screaming into a pillow.

Devon and Talia, looking up from the zebra, cried, “Oh my god!” in unison.

“I’m okay! Dammit, Jackie, get off me,” Anne breathed heavily, the wind almost knocked out of her. She could feel her friend’s body wriggling around inside the fabric on top of her, struggling and kicking. “I can’t, I can’t get up on my knees! I have a low center of gravity!” Jackie called out from inside. She rocked helplessly, trying to right herself. By that time Devon and Talia had rushed over and were grabbing at the panda’s head and rump, helping to lift Jackie’s hefty panda body off Anne and placing the panda back on the hands and feet, or for the girl inside, her hands and knees. “Oh god, I’m so sweaty already. Sorry Anne!” came Jackie’s dampened voice.

Seemingly not discouraged, she started to waddle around, making a very ungraceful walk with her stubby limbs. Though, Anne thought to herself, it actually did look a lot like a panda’s clumsy walk.

“Wow, we went panda-tipping,” said Devon.

“Be careful in there, Jackie!” called Talia.

“Okay, no more excuses, Tal,” said Devon, “Get in the ass.”

While Devon and Talia went back to fumbling with their zebra costume, Anne returned to her baby elephant. On the side of the room she saw the huge bird that contained Mira slowly stalking back and forth, looking very unhappy and rather uncomfortable. The characteristically stern expression of the eagle made Anne laugh—she was quite certain that her friend hidden inside was just as grumpy as her costume’s face looked.

Inside, Mira was indeed uncomfortable. She wanted to open her mouth and complain, tell the other girls to get her out of here, or at least unzip her for a while, but her mouth was clamped around the plastic beak attachment again. All she could do was grunt a bit, the kind of indefinite, garbled words that are the only kind you can make without fully closing your lips. It was impossible to form consonants when she had the mouthguard in. “Mmmghh!” she whined frustratedly, but all she accomplished was making the beak clack together. But she had a reason for it.

Anne was at her elephant, Jackie was well concealed in her panda. But Devon and Talia stood with their backs to the corner of the room. Mira, shuffling over on her steeply angled heels, tapped over their direction. Suddenly picking up speed, she flapped her wings and strutted forward, her talons clicking on the floor. At least for Mira it felt like she was going crazy fast, but in fact it was still a very slow waddle looking funny from the the outside. Devon turned around in alarm, laughing and screaming as the huge bird bore down on her, its beak making menacing chomps. The raptor ran up and swept at Devon with her wings, clacking her beak, making incoherent angry noises from within. A “Gawwwdamn you!” could be heard. Devon and Talia screamed and laughed, slapping at the bird and driving it away. The bird battered Devon with its wings and made beak motions as if it was about to devour her and feed her to its young, until backing off and grumpily trundling away after a final swat. “Oh my god, this bird is deranged!” laughed Devon.

Anne stripped down herself now, to her silky purple underwear. Seeing Devon and Talia busy with the zebra, she, feeling a little spontaneous, popped upon her bra hook, pushed her panties down her legs and kicked them away. Anne was a little less curvy than the other girls. As a redhead with some Irish in her, she didn’t have the hips of the curvaceous Devon, or Jackie, who was part Latina, or the olive-skinned Talia. Even the petite and athletic Mira was noticeably more voluptuous than Anne—shorter, but with rounder lines. So whether she was feeling a little exhibitionist, a little competitive, or a little wild, she started to slip into the baby elephant without anything on at all. Maybe she was hoping to surprise everyone when she popped out later. There was an atmosphere starting to happen, with all the excitement and novelty around the costumes, that made her feel a little more adventurous than usual.

When she stood beside it, the elephant came up to above Anne’s waist; she had to sort of mount the sides while lifting her leg over and into the suit. She swatted at its tail as she negotiated herself in. For a moment she regretted getting naked when the cold, rubbery skin met her groin.

The elephant’s legs were like pillars. Anne eased her right leg over into the back limb, then pulled her left over as well, descending into the suit, its cool interior. Before ducking her head under she reached up and grabbed an ear and shook it back and forth, just for fun. It wiggled with rubbery undulations. In the front she could see the small trunk lolling back and forth as well.

Anne slipped her head into the elephant’s almost spherical one. As a baby, its head was comparatively small, and her own felt snug inside of it. Her hair, stuffed into the suit, pushed into a harder, perhaps plastic surface, almost like a partial helmet inside. Moving around a bit, she found that this helped her lift the head despite the weight of the ears and trunk. As she shook her head back and forth, the trunk moved exuberantly with her motions, dangling around like the stretchy rubber it was.

Like the outside, the inside of the baby elephant had a rubbery feeling to its padded interior cavern for the human wearer, all that was needed to make the form of a beautiful girl disguised in the shape of a sizeable wild animal. But it didn’t grip at her skin like rubber might, and though it was cool and smooth, her skin glided across it smoothly. She felt the padding settle around her body. Her nipples felt the cool texture as they touched on the bottom of the cavity within the suit.

And the weight of the padding behind her, that made up the elephant’s hindquarters, was now settling comfortably around her own hindquarters.

Her front arms, reaching down, had found a kind of handhold within the legs, it didn’t seem that she was yet touching the ground. A grip within seemed to coddle her hands, giving her a sort of handle to hold to. When she’d grasped it and shifted a bit to settle her naked body inside, she looked up, seeing the inside of the head, where the wood paneled walls of the room were visible through the elephant’s eyes, mouth, and a patch of thick mesh screen concealed on the underside its trunk. She started to stomp around with her pillarlike legs, taking on the energy of a baby elephant within the rubbery contraption.

Devon and Talia had realized that the zebra, hung on the pedestal and held up by two metal bars that ran beneath its chest towards the front and back, would have to be lifted off if they wanted to be able to move once they were inside. They’d raised it up and set it down on the hardwood floor, trying to ascertain the best method to enter it. As they fussed with it, from behind came a soft shuffling and a clumsy series of footsteps. Talia looked up and said, “Oh hey, Jackie! Such a cute panda!”

Devon turned around to see the panda, with some seeming difficulty, lift up its front right paw to make an awkward semicircular motion that Jackie, on her knees inside, must have meant as a wave. “How’re you doing in there? You are a cute-ass panda,” said Devon. Devon reached over to tousle the fur on the panda’s head.

“I am soooo comfortable!” came Jackie’s dulled voice. She rolled back and sat on the panda’s rump, so that it was sitting in a more human position. Inside, she must have been sitting with her knees bent beneath her. Devon wondered if that was uncomfortable, but Jackie also seemed to be contained within what was almost a ball of fluff and padding, so maybe it wasn’t that bad. She was making clumsy dance moves with her short limbs and paws.

As they laughed at Jackie’s antics, the elephant trundled up, its head shaking back and forth, trunk and ears dangling. “Girls! Zip me up!” they heard Anne’s voice call out from inside. “Ohh, this baby is so cute! Look at your trunk!” exclaimed Talia.

Devon peered into the split of the zipper and saw Anne’s freckled back and strands of her red hair within. “Anne… are you not wearing a bra in there?”

“I’m not wearing anything in here!”

“Ooooh!” the girls cooed.

“Come on, zip me up!”

Devon was secretly entranced by the thought. She admired the locks of Anne’s red hair that stuck out, the partially concealed lines of her gently curving back and the beginnings of her ass, which was just visible towards the bottom of the open back of the suit. Doing as she was asked, she tugged at the zipper and saw her friend’s feminine back disappearing into soft, silky bulk and the rubbery grey skin.

The baby elephant, or rather, the girl hiding inside of it, was starting to act playful herself. She could feel herself getting the hang of the motion, and of walking on the arm stilts. The suit’s interior felt cool and comfortable against her naked body. The bouncing trunk and flapping ears gave the elephant a range of expression that the other animals lacked—the panda rolling around on the floor, stumping around on its short limbs with an unmoving face, or the eagle, which was now waddling towards the rest of the group, its wings beating a little bit—Mira coming to see what was going on, apparently.

Anne the elephant walked up to Jackie the panda and wiggled her head back and forth, her trunk slapping the panda in the face. The panda rolled back and fell back, mock-injured. In the room echoed both the laughs of the two girls standing around the zebra, and the faraway-sounding laughter of the girls now sealed up within the costumes. Except for Mira, shuffling up with her wings held out, who did not seem happy at all. Maybe her body language was just unreadable through the constrictive suit. Until that moment when she confirmed it, calling, “Guys, I cannot stand up, I’m like, constantly crouched in her. My thighs are killing me. I can barely walk in this fucking bird with those goddamn build in heelless shoes. My feet really hurt.” “We’ll get you out of there as soon as we all tried out our costumes, Mira. Hang in there.

Just see this as a kind of super workout for your thighs with a hell of a leg day. And it won’t hurt, if you get some practice walking on high heels as you rarely wear any. Maybe after that heels will be your new favorite shoes,” teased Jackie from within the panda. “Try flying for a bit and have some fun like me and Anna.”

Devon walked over and wrapped an arm around the eagle’s feathered shoulders. Its wings drew closer. “Aww, we love you too, beautiful bird of prey.” The costume’s wings rustled. She thought she heard Mira grunt inside.

Devon hugged the elephant’s head and patted its sides—the cool, dry rubber. Actually, Devon now felt what Anne had felt too—it wasn’t exactly rubber, but something similar and less gummy: smooth and supple. She gave it a stronger hug and thought she could feel the outlines of her friend’s body as she pressed into the padding. “Here,” Devon addressed the elephant, “Stand up—see if you can give me a high-five.”

The elephant began to rear up on its hind legs to stand and meet Devon’s height—and then stopped at a low angle, quickly falling back down to all fours. “Ack!” came Anne’s voice from beneath the rubbery costume. “There’s like… a helmet in here, and the back is stiff. I can’t… yeah, I can’t lift up that far. It’s, like, making me stay on all fours. I’m only allowed to be an elephant right now.”

Talia had sat cross-legged on the floor and was now playing with the panda, batting at its paws.

She looked deep into its black eyes and said, “Can you see me in there, girl!” The two of them were bumping limbs almost like a game of pattycake, Jackie raising up the stublike limbs studded with claws as Talia swatted at and patted them. After a bit the panda rolled over again—”Whew, I am getting tired on my knees in here!”—and half-squatted on its haunches.

Devon was enjoying, maybe a little too much, playing with and petting her friends as they all trundled around in these startlingly realistic costumes. She realized that there was an element of roleplay taking place here, something she had always quite enjoyed. Combined with thinking about how these attractive women were now more or less stuck within these restrictive suits that hid them entirely, Devon also couldn’t help notice how it was also starting to resemble some bondage scenarios that she was very fond of.

Devon and Talia had decided—Talia could be the front. They could switch later. Devon had been putting up a little fight, just for fun, but in truth she was happy to let Talia go first. Talia had a gorgeous ass that Devon had stroked lovingly on more than one occasion in college—pretending it was a joke, just girls being overtly sexual while goofing around. Then it had proven to be less of a joke on the occasions when, drunkenly, there had been a different kind of fooling around going on. Before they entered the zebra, Talia, after protesting a little, had made the nowcustomary move of stripping off her jeans and taking off her shirt. Her pendulous breasts and wildly curving ass were bursting out of her pink lingerie, which was just a little too tight. Devon, already in a bra and thong herself, didn’t mind at all if both girls inside this massive equine costume got down to their unmentionables. She thought of holding Talia’s waist and resting her face near, or maybe on, that ass, as they assumed the postures that made up the zebra. In fact the idea of some sexual charge sparking off while they were both contained inside the costume was starting to make her feel wild indeed.

They picked up the zebra suit where it lay by the side of the pedestal. Both took hold of it, crouched down, and lifted it over them,, holding the open belly overhead. The tops of their heads touched the black padding inside as they worked to get into the legs. “You first, Tal,” said Devon, “I’ll hold it still.” The costume shook a little as Talia grabbed at the inside padding to steady herself as she delicately slipped one leg into the zebra’s thin, striped limb. When Talia’s other leg was in, Devon could see only Talia’s ass within the suit’s torso, her cheeks cradled by the inside of its underbelly. The black fabric surrounding her had a way of accentuating the pink of her panties and her olive skin. Talia’s legs filled the zebra’s spindly legs, and were tightly wrapped with the dense, coarse fur in black and white ribbons. “There are some kind of high heels” exclaimed Talia, “and they don’t seem to have any heels!” Devon saw how Talia’s feet must have been very sharply angled to fit in the hooves. As she stepped back, crouched a bit, and worked her own legs in, one at a time, she felt the same—in fact, her feet seemed to be at an even sharper angle, as the hind legs.

“First the bird, now the zebra too. I guess the old man had a thing for ultra high heels. I am pretty sure, this will hurt soon” complained Devon.

Around her Devon felt luxurious padding, filling out the inside of the zebra’s body. She was forced to bend down by the soft ceiling, and Talia’s ass already loomed up towards her face. Talia’s panties were gently creased across her rear. Devon stared a little and remembered what it felt like to caress that same body.

This costume didn’t seem to split in two around the center, like they’d always do in the cartoons.

Instead, it was all meant to stay in one piece. Low down on either side, Devon found a type of pockets into which she slipped her elbows, and, further, near Talia’s waist, two handles. Some padded pylons were also provided where she could rest her forearms. These must have been intended to keep the two human halves of the zebra close together and not tugging inside the zebra from opposite directions. Bending down fully, now staring through the open zipper at the ground, she placed her elbows and forearms in the pockets, grasped the handles, and pulled them together tight. Her hands came right up against Talia’s hips and the waistband of her panties, and were held there. “Is that you touching my ass?” called Talia. “I can’t turn around! I can barely see a thing!”

“I have to!” laughed Devon. “We have to be a team. You have to have your ass touched but I have to have my face in it, so…”

As Devon pulled the handles together, for the first time, she felt the true bulk of the suit around her. She felt the weight of the padding on the zebra’s substantial hindquarters weighing down on her back. Her legs were gripped tightly by the fabric of the zebra’s thin legs. Her crotch sat right on an inverted V. Because the zebra’s abdomen became concave towards her back of the suit, the padding went up farther into the body space, and her vag was resting right on top. She felt a tingling beginning at her clit as the padding rubbed against her panties. She felt squished around her whole body, squished on her lower half by the tightness of the suit, and squished up against Talia’s backside as she held the handles, clenching the zebra together. Talia stood in a constant lean forward to fit into the animal’s sloped neck, held up by how tightly the suit gripped her legs. There was a space for her arms to be gathered in front of her, in the zebra’s throat. She could feel the top of Devon’s head occasionally bouncing against her ass, her friend’s hair brushing her panties with a tickle. There was a partial vision screen around the underside of the zebra’s long head, but the neck was also short enough so that Talia’s head was mostly oriented inside the zebra’s. She could see down its long face and out of the mouth and nostrils. It was starting to heat up in the suit already. She felt Devon’s body heat emanating and filling the space behind her.

“Okay,” she heard Devon call out from behind, “Zipping us in!”

The zipper appeared to be accessible only from the outside of the zebra, but it had a kind of lanyard dangling from it that’d been tucked up into the suit. Devon fished for that now and pulled at the strap to tug the zipper forward. With each heavy zzzzp the two thick sides of the belly padding cinched together, and the torso pressed Devon harder and harder from either side. She tugged hard. The pink-pantied ass in front of her bumped her scalp as Talia shifted her weight to readjust. The zebra was getting tighter and tighter. Devon felt like she was zipping up a cocktail dress that she hadn’t worn for a while after gaining some weight. She wriggled further down into the base of the suit and settled her legs and ass in even more tightly. Her elbows were squeezed closer to each other, as her right arm struggled to pull the lanyard between them.

Devon strained with all her strength to pull the zipper right up to her chin, so that only her face, looking down, was now open to the air. As the belly padding came together she saw that it contained two square holes, one on either side of the zipper line, at the end of which were patches of mesh. She could just see the pattern on the hardwood floor. Her first, gripping the strap and tugging, repeatedly punched Talia’s soft backside as she strained.”Ouch! What are you doing!” her friend cried. “Hold on!” Devon grunted. The zipper just started to move past her face, the hole finally closing, when she gave it one last tug as hard as she could to seal it off—and felt the entire strap of the lanyard rip off . The last pull had shut the zipper fully. And now, Devon, her face and her fist pressing into her friend’s ass, held only a strap of fabric, unattached to anything, as the zipper shut and the suit became totally dark, save for the dim light coming through the squares of mesh.

“Oh. I think I broke the zipper.”

“Huh?” Talia sounded worried. “Don’t trap me in here!”

“It’s fine, we can get out.”

Devon became only slightly worried. They were, after all, not alone, though—well, the other girls were all sealed up in their suits by now. Thinking about it, they all seemed to have zippers on the outside as well, though she hadn’t seen how Jackie’s panda suit zipped up. It was fine. It was just fabric. They’d be able to get out easily.

Part 2

The girls were all fitted into their costumes and they were having fun just watching each other get into character. Jackie wouldn’t stop waddling about; sometimes she would get on all fours and pace around -literally crawling like a baby inside- and knock down some of the books on the shelves in a bid to grab them. Whenever she got tired, she would kneel with her back straight making the panda sit on its ass.

Anne watched Jackie, the panda, and an idea came to her.

“Hey girls? How about we do a small play…right here, just us five,”

“No. No, no, no. Aaaah wannu geh awwduf here,” Mira said with the bird’s mouth piece in her mouth.

She was still upset about getting the bird costume because, up until now, her thighs ached like crazy, her toes were burning and the heat emanating inside the bird wasn’t making things any better. She could feel beads of sweat trickle down, from her armpits to her sides, from time to time, and it was as irritating as the level of enthusiasm the other girls had towards having a play in this very uncomfortable situation.

“Come on, Mira, don’t be such a downer. It’ll be so much fun,” Jackie said.

“I’m in,” Devon said from the back of the zebra.

The air from her mouth brushed against Talia’s ass and it tickled her.

“Why are you laughing?” Devon asked.

“You need to stop talking to my butt, Devon,” Talia said, still giggling.

“Do you girls need a room?” Anne said, but Talia didn’t respond because she kept giggling.

“Okay. Definitely need a room,”

“Can we get on with the play already? Anne what’s the plan?” Jackie said, getting all antsy.

Apparently, she was the most comfortable animal in the room and she wanted, more than anything, to enjoy her time as a cute panda while it lasted.

“Okay. So here’s what we’re going to do. We’ll each get a chance to act like the animal we’re wearing. You’ll try to do something the animal naturally does; it could be fighting a prey, eating grass or whatever. While the rest of us try to guess what it is you’re trying to do,”

“Hmm. Sounds exciting already,” Jackie said, clapping her front paws together.

“And take note, we each get 30 seconds to act our parts,” “Okay, Anne. We’re ready,” Devon said.

“Hmph!”

They hear Mira moan in agony from the bird suit.

“Mira dear, do you want to go first?” Jackie asked, even though she was sure the girl would refuse. She just wanted to tease her and enjoy it.

“Woor paa ov,” Mira said, then used her tongue to push the mouthpiece away from her mouth so she would speak clearly. “What part of ‘I want to get out of here’ don’t you all understand? And no! I don’t want to go first. I don’t even want to go second or third or,”

“If you don’t go first we’re going to play catch the birdie. It might be hunting season for birds right now,” Jackie said, almost singing the lines in a tormenting manner.

“Get away from me, I’m really not in the mood,” Mira said.

“You asked for it,”

The girls approached Mira and she tried her possible best to evade them. Devon and Talia were a bit disorganized at the beginning of the chase. Apparently, it wasn’t very easy for two people to control one animal’s movement. In their bid to chase Mira, they kept moving back and forth making the zebra look sick and clumsy on the outside. Devon was initially moving faster than Talia and she kept bumping her face into Talia’s butt, which was a bitter sweet experience for the young lady. Talia saw that the whole thing wasn’t working for them so she asked Devon to slow down.

“I know it’s a race, Devon, but I’m the eyes so just follow my lead, okay?” Talia said.

“Fine, fine,” Devon obliged and the movement complications reduced.

Anne wasn’t the fastest in the room either. She took one heavy elephant step after another but the lack of speed didn’t bother her; she was having fun being a part of the many that were after the few. Jackie, on the other hand, went all panda mode. She felt like the warrior of their jungle, being the panda. She would crawl towards Mira as fast as she could, then raise her arms so that it would look like the panda was trying to attack her. It was all fun and games for the girls but Mira didn’t like any part of it. Especially because she could barely move about in the bird. She tip toed inside the bird, trying to escape the others, and when she saw that they were getting closer, she tried to increase her pace.

“Where do you think you’re going, birdie? Argghhh,” Jackie, the panda, growled.

“This isn’t funny, cut it out,” Mira cried.

But the girls paid her no mind.

Anne soon overtook Jackie and took the lead in the chase. Her appearance seemed to have an intimidating effect over Mira. She shook her head forward, then backward, causing the large elephant ears and trunk to flap noisily.

“I’m coming for you, Mira,” she said and giggled.

Mira sensed that Anne was very close to catching her so she tried to walk a little faster, though it was freaking hard. Her toes were staring to feel numb inside the costume shoes, and hopping about with her ass shooting out felt like one of those butt exercises that hurt so bad; no pain, no gain -they usually said. In Mira’s bid to outrun the girls, she missed a step and stumbled immediately thanks to the heelless high heel like talons. And like a clumsy birdie, she went down with her face to the ground and her ass in the air.

“Oh crap,” she said in between pants.

“Aww,” Jackie said and the others started laughing, amused at the very sight of the bird, ass up.

She waddled about in one spot, trying to move at the very least but it was all in futility. With the head of the bird facing the ground, there was little to no light entering the costume and on top of that, she couldn’t move. If her level of un-comfortability was on a 70 before, it was on a 120 now.

She began to whimper inside the bird and that was when the other girls knew they had gone far enough.

“Mira?” Anne called.

“Okay we’ve got to help her up,” she said when Mira didn’t answer her call.

The girls motioned towards Mira and tried to pick her up but they realized that would also prove difficult -picking up stuff, humans in costumes, included- without being able to use their bare hands. Anne, the elephant, had her front legs on the bird’s head but she couldn’t grab it, talk less of pulling it up. So she tried to use her big trunk to tilt the bird to its side. Together they were able to move Mira a little but she was still on the ground and had no way of getting up on her own.

“What now?” Anne said.

“Hmm,” Jackie walked towards the head of the bird and looked around it like she was studying a science specimen and trying to be an observant scientist. She exchanged glances between the bird and the zebra, thrice. The third time was a little awkward because she fixed her gaze on the zebra and the girls were seeing a straight-faced panda instead of a pondering Jackie.

“What?” Talia said.

“I was just thinking, Talia, your zebra legs are slimmer. Will you be able to get under the bird’s neck so you can lift her up from there?” Jackie asked.

“Oh okay. I guess we can try that, right Devon?”

“Sure. I’ll hold you tight so you don’t fall while using your legs,” Devon said, assuring Talia.

She said she was going to support her and she meant it but she was happier about the fact that she would be able to grab Talia’s fleshy ass without being questioned. It felt like Christmas in there. Talia and Devon walked to the bird’s head and Talia stretched her legs -which happened to be the zebra’s forelimb- under the bird’s neck. As she stretched her legs down and forward, her butt and most of her lower body parts went up and backward, smushing Devon’s face inevitably as there was no space behind the zebra for Devon to move back into. Devon accepted her fate and let Talia’s ass do with her face as it pleased. It shifted her lips open so that her tongue touched Talia’s ass, taking some saliva out with it. It was warm -Devon’s tongue against her butt.

She did feel the up and down movement of Devon’s mouth against her but she didn’t complain.

She felt violated but she sort of liked it. She didn’t say anything about it because she also didn’t want the other girls to know what was going on in there.

“Oh!” Talia said when she almost tripped on the hooves.

“Be careful,” Anne said.

Devon grabbed her ass with both hands. In her defense she couldn’t really see anything inside the zebra and she had to hold her friend so she wouldn’t fall over.

“I’ve got you, Talia, just keep stretching,”

“I’m trying,”

Anne took a closer look at the body of the zebra. The movements around the middle area caught her attention but she couldn’t quite understand what was going on.

“Are you girls alright in there?” She asked because she was getting worried.

“Yes! Does it look like we aren’t?” Devon said, startled by Anne’s question.

“I guess it’s just me then,”

“Huh,”

Talia stretched till the zebra’s forelegs got to the other side of the bird’s neck, and she lifted the bird’s head slightly.

“Uh. A little help here?” Talia cried.

She was doing most of the work while Devon was having the time of her life with her backside.

Anne and Jackie assumed positions on both sides of the bird from behind and they all pushed till Mira finally stood upright.

“Well that was some chore,”

“Tell me about it. I thought I was going to release all the gas in my stomach from that push,” Talia said.

“You said what?” Devon freaked out.

The girls laughed; including Mira. She stayed silent throughout the struggle to get up because she had had it up to her neck and was just tired. But the imagination of Talia farting in Devon’s mouth was like some sort of prize -a consolation, if you will- for her time of misery in the bird. She was smiling but nobody could see it through the bird’s head and they all thought she was probably very mad at them; especially because she had been silent for a long time.

“Are you better now, Mira?” Anne asked.

“Of course she is,”

“Of course I’m not, Devon Please shut your zebra butt hole,”

“Okay, slow down. There’s no need to go that far. We came here to have some fun and that’s what’s going to happen; nothing else. Okay, Mira?” Anne interrupted.

“Fine,”

“Sorry I didn’t quite get that,”

“I said fine!” Mira said and stomped her left bird foot on the ground. It made little to no impact on because she could barely lift it high enough to make a tangible stomp, but she believed Anne saw her effort and she could pick the displeasure from her movement anyway.

“Perfect,”

“It doesn’t change the fact that I’m not happy inside here though,” Mira said “Ugh! Here we go again,” Devon muttered under her breath, starting to get a bit irritated by Mira’s incessant complaints.

“I heard that, Devon. Why don’t you come switch places with me and get a tiny feel of it. You know, squat with your thighs pressed against your belly and your feet plantar flexed when you’re not made to be that way,”

“We get it, Mira,” Jackie said. “You’re uncomfortable, we’ll let you out soon, we already promised,” she walked towards her and patted the bird’s head, trying to get on Mira’s good side so as to convince her to persevere a little while longer.

Her plan worked -Mira became calmer- but the patting sort of made the mouth piece jerk back into Mira’s mouth and before she could warn Jackie of what she was doing, the whole thing was in her mouth and she couldn’t speak fluently anymore.

“Gwayydt,” Mira said, but nobody heard.

She struggled to get the mouthpiece out again, after which she started to move around a bit to see if it would help her burning hip. It was starting to feel stiff like a machine that needed oiling. “Can we at least move around or something? I feel like I have spent years inside this costume and now I have the joints of an old lady,”

“That’s a great idea. I think we should explore the house. We can’t be in a house this big and stop at one room,” Anne said.

“I bet there are more exciting things to see. So far your uncle has proven to be an exciting weirdo,” Jackie laughed and talked over her shoulder as she turned around to lead the way out of the room to another.

The girls went out one after the other. Each one of them feeling antsy; waiting to see what other rooms had in store for them. Mira was literally the last person to come out of the room because it was difficult tip-toeing with hurting feet and at a fast pace. She wanted to ask the girls to slow down but it was no use; they were all blinded by their excitement they didn’t see how tough the situation was for her. Plus, it would just be another avenue for them to tease her again.

The other girls, oblivious to Mira’s current predicament, waddled out as fast as they could. When they got out they found a long and broad staircase just opposite the entrance of the house which they were backing. The staircase was longer than the average staircase of a story building; in fact, it was almost twice the length.

“Why are we stopping, let’s get up there,” Jackie said.

“Are you seeing how long those stairs are? It’ll take us forever to get up there,”

“Says the girl who has been against every activity we’ve planned to do all day. Of course, you won’t like the idea, Mira, it won’t change my mind,”

“Isn’t there an elevator or something?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Anne confirmed. “We’ll just have to do it the old fashioned way,”

“And what’s the old fashioned way?” Mira asked. They couldn’t see her facial reaction inside the bird’s head but they could sure tell from the tone of her voice that she had little to no desire to hear what Anne had to say; she knew it already and she was not pleased.

“Climb,” Anne said, all jolly.

“If I come back to life a second time, I will take to my heels the very moment I sight you and your girls in my path,”

“Yes, I love you too, Mira,” Anne laughed.

The girls started their journey up the stairs. They managed to go past the first few steps. It wasn’t until they got to the 10th step that they started to realize the truth in what Mira had said earlier. Climbing up was no walk in the park. They had to employ a lot of effort just to lift their legs -then the legs of their costumes- to get to the next step. It was like climbing a mountain on an empty stomach.

“I don’t think I can go any further,” Devon said from behind the zebra.

Asides the stress of climbing up the stairs in the zebra she was also worried Talia would trip, thanks to heelless high heel like hooves, and cause both of them to fall on the stairs. It would be very easy to trip on the tiled flight of stairs and there was no doubt that it would be a tragic fall; imagine rolling down a flight of stairs without being able to see anything to hold onto because she was at the back of the zebra. All of her hope was on Talia and, though Talia hadn’t given Devon any reason to doubt her stamina, Devon was still worried.

Jackie was also having it up to her neck with the energy-zapping climbing experience; she didn’t think it would take this much from her. She got tired after climbing a couple steps and decided to look back to see how far she had gone -at least, her success would encourage her a bit.

“What?! What the actual fuck!”

“What is it, Jackie?”

“13 steps. I have only climbed 13 steps?”

“Oh hell, that’s true. It feels like we’ve been climbing forever,”

“Am weally ayardd ,” Mira cried from the 4th step.

The other girls had gone way ahead of her; she had to move as slowly as possible so as not to trip on the stairs. Tripping would mean falling and falling would mean getting stuck and not being able to move again -unless the girls came to her rescue, of course. She couldn’t hold on to the handle on the stairs because her hands were stuck inside the wings of the bird. The best she could do with the wings was flap them and that only to a little degree. So she was climbing the stairs with the tip of her toes only.

“Come on, Mira, you can do it, okay? Just try to move a little faster,” Anne said.

Anne was also tired and she wanted to get the climbing over with but she was willing to take the pain for the gain.

The girls encouraged each other till they got close to the top of the staircase.

“We’re almost there,”

“Our treasures await!” Jackie cheered.

A couple more steps up and they were finally done. Mira, Talia and Devon leaned on the wall to catch their breath while Anne and Jackie were standing on hands and feet, also panting to catch their breath.

“Well gravity is a bitch, isn’t it?” Talia said. “It would probably be easier going down than climbing up,”

“Yeah, definitely. At least we made it,” Jackie said. “I actually can’t believe we made it,” the short term memories of her struggling up the stairs came back to her and she shivered. “I don’t think I want to do that again,” she whispered.

“So what’s next?”

“We move. I think this way leads to the hallway. We should find something around there,” Anne said.

The girls waddled till they found themselves in the hallway. It was a pretty long hallway, just like the ones in royal castles. The walls were white and laced at the edges with gold designs. At the end of the hallway was a long window, almost half the size of the wall. A lot of light came in through the window and it added to the aesthetics of the expensive looking doors by each side of the hall. And rooms; by the sides of the hall were doors to different rooms.

“Only heaven knows what we’ll find in each of them,” Jackie said, looking at the doors in awe.

To her, the content of the rooms could be like one of those jewels that would glimmer so much that one could see the reflection of the jewel in your eyes. “Can we go in already?” Jackie asked while wobbling her legs.

“What has got you all excited?” Talia said, giggling.

“I just can’t wait to see what’s in there,” she walked into the hallway and the others girls followed, giggling all the way.

“I just can’t wait to get out of this bird,” Mira followed behind them.

They looked around the hallway and saw that they were 6 doors. They were so excited that they didn’t know which door to open first.

“Okay let’s do this like in a ‘truth or dare’ game. Talia and Devon, you’re going to be our bottle and the doors will be the…. ‘people’,” Anne said.

“You want us to spin in this costume?”

“Well, yeah, but it’s not going to be difficult. Just walk round in a circle and when you stop, whichever door the zebra’s ass points to, we’ll open,”

“Sounds like a plan to me, just get on with it already,” Jackie said with every succeeding word coming out with an increased pitch of her voice.

“Okay. Talia, Devon, do the spin,”

“What? No. I can’t even see anything in here,” Devon said, starting to panic but the girls wouldn’t have it.

“Do the spin! Do the spin!”

“Do it, Devon, it’s your turn not to be a downer,” Mira yelled too.

This stirred Devon’s pride; she didn’t want to give Mira the chance to us her words against her and still win. She agreed to do the spin.

“Wohoo!” The girls cheered.

Talia and Devon started to move together in a circle while the girls did a slow count down from 10 to 0.

“10…9…8,”

“Uh, Talia, slow down I’m feeling dizzy in here,” Devon said.

“Oh sorry,”

“7…6…5,”

“I think Devon is about to drop,” Jackie said and laughed when she saw the butt of the zebra moving haphazardly; twisting left and right like a staggering drunk.

“Go girls,” Anne cheered.

“4…3…2…1!!”

“Oh I’m going to puke,” Devon said.

“Definitely not on my ass, you won’t,”

Devon was damn serious about it; her eyes were spinning and her stomach was already threatening to release disgusting content but gratefully, the spinning stopped. She had little time to pull herself together.

“Are you okay, Devon?” Jackie asked, giggling.

“Err…I’ll live?”

“Good,”

“So the zebra’s butt points to this door,” Mira said, facing one of the doors on the right hand side of the hall.

All the doors looked alike but the knowledge of the content on the rooms was their utmost desire. They surrounded the door which the zebra’s ass ‘picked and Jackie tried to open it since her paws were the next best thing to real hands.

“Uh, how do I turn this thing?”

“Great. We can’t open a door either. Well that’s a bummer,” Mira said with a straight face inside the bird’s head.

“This one’s open,” Anne said from the other end of the hallway.

She was standing there alone; apparently she left the girls as they were trying to open the chosen door, and she opened the other with a gentle nudge with her trunk because the door was already slightly open. The other girls came around to see what was in the room. Anne gave the door a bigger push and it opened fully, revealing the treasures the inside of the room had to offer. “Whoa,” Mira said, star-struck by what her eyes saw. She stood frozen; she couldn’t move a muscle.

“I told you the climbing would be worth it,” Anne giggled and walked into the room.

Mira snapped out of it and joined the other girls to walk inside the room. The room was dark; only illuminated by a rolling disco ball attached to the ceiling by a slim metal rod. The room had a futuristic theme from the look of things; a silver robot sat still on a throne-like chair at the right hand corner of the room. It was a golden gynoid -a female robot- judging from its appearance.

It had a feminine face; pursed lips and eyes that gave a piercing stare to whoever dared -or caredto look. A pointed nose and some sort of thin helmet over its head. The helmet was a single curved line that ran from one ear to the other and it had four tiny metal strands that connected it to the surface of the robot’s head; two rods on each side. It had average-sized boobs protruding on its chest. Under the boobs were a pair of visible ribs and the girls were quite confused as to why that was there.

“Probably a part of the design or something,” Talia said.

Below the ribs was the robot’s waist. It had a tiny waist line and wide hips just like a grown woman’s. The elbow and knee were joined to their distal parts -hands and legs- by two hinge joints.

“I have seen this one before,” Jackie said. “It is from a very old black and white movie Metropolis. It is a classic.”

“You are such a nerd,” Anne laughed in response.

Next to the throne-like chair was another robot this time in bright gold color.

“This one looks like it is wearing a dress,” Mira said.

“Yeah, it looks like the one Talia wore for that awful farm girl play in school,”

“Defs yeah,” Jackie laughed.

They took their eyes back to the robot. Its face was rounder than the first robot and it looked… younger? And less stern. It had permed hair -made of plastic, of course. Its dress had short puffy sleeves, fitted on the waist and free from there down to its upper thigh. It was puffed out almost like there was a petticoat underneath. On its chest was some kind of rectangular display, displaying “Virgin Alarm”. The robot had big boots with very chunky soles on its feet. It stood on a pedestal with its left elbow standing at an angle 180 degrees and the other hand, about 60 degrees, holding an umbrella over its head.

“What the heck is this one?” Anne asked, facing another one of the robots in the room.

It was nothing like the first two robots they saw. In fact one could mistake it for anything other than a robot especially if it wasn’t found in a room filled with other robots. It looked something like a trash box to its dirty brown color. It looked more or less like two boxes stacked on top of each other with very short tubular legs protruding from the lower box ending in two box like feet; unlike the other two robots it had no arms or hand at least not visible from the outside.

“I think it’s a gonk droid or something,” Jackie answered.

Anne gave her a stink look that said “really, the nerd again?” and she rolled her eyes.

“What?” Jackie said and held her paws up, mid air.

“I think she’s right though,” Talia said. “It looks like one of those gonk droids from Star Wars. You know, those slow moving ones,”

“Whatever it is, it is goddam ugly. Your uncle was such a weirdo, Anne,”

“Tell me about it,”

“Hmm, take a look at this one,” Mira ran to the entrance of the room just beside the door, drooling at the new ‘prize’ she had found. They didn’t see it until now because they backed it on their way into the room, but when you talk of saving best for last -or for fourth- this was a similar case.

“This is so…,” she said and turned to look at her friends.

“Say it,”

“Sexy,”

“Yeah,” Talia said and laughed.

“Look at those mad ass curves,”

“I would love to touch those mad ass curves,”

“Devon!” Talia snapped.

“Don’t worry love, yours is enough for me. Trust me, I’m in seventh heaven in here,” Devon said and regretted her words the moment they left her lips. Every other person fell silent for a few seconds trying to understand and imagine what could have been going on inside the zebra the whole time.

“I think the guns are a nice fit,” Talia said, referring to the newly found robot and also trying to get their attention off her and Devon as the atmosphere was getting pretty weird. “I know right. She even has two of them. And look, a jet pack on her back,”

“She’s just getting cooler with every look,”

“Hey, I think I found a zipper tap,” Mira said from behind the robot.

“On her?”

“Yeah. I mean I’m not sure but it looks like it,”

“Let me see,” Anne also went behind the robot.

Mira wasn’t able to point to where she found the zipper tap because she couldn’t use her hands so Anne had to do the searching by herself. She studied the back of the robot, looked round and round, up and down, till she found a hook at the neck of the robot. She traced it down and saw that there was a zipper line and that was enough to convince her the robot was a costume just like other costumes that they had come across.

“So all of the robots in this room are costumes? I thought there were collector pieces or something of the sort,”

“Well looks like it’s the former. I say we get out of these ones and try on the robots,” Mira said all happy and hopeful.

She would do anything to get out of the bird -anything, at all even if it meant getting in another costume, but maybe this time one of her choice.

“I would like to know how it will feel to be in one of these sexy robot costumes instead of this bird,” Mira said, looking at the robot she found behind the door.

“Who said you were going in that? What if that’s the robot I want?”

“I’m the one who found it first,”

“Does that matter though?” Talia interrupted. “You know it would have to fit right? And if it doesn’t, that means you’ll have to pick another,”

“Maybe the gonk droid,” Devon teased.

“No freaking way I’m entering that crappy thing. It’s too damn ugly,”

“You know what? I think we should check out the other rooms first. We can come back later to pick a robot if we want,” Devon said, not ready to come out of the zebra knowing full well that there was the “slight” problem with the zipper.

“I guess we could do that,” Anne said. “Who knows, we might even find cooler costumes,”

“Cooler than a sexy-ass robot? Yeah! If we do, I’ll let you jiggle my boobs for 5 seconds,”

“Dang girl,”

They all laughed.

“Let’s go then,”

The girls left the room one after the other till the last one was out and they found themselves in the hallway again. Jackie and Anne did the decision making this time; they pushed against the doors until they found the one that could open without having to turn it.

“Yes!” Jackie said when she found one.

They flocked into the room behind her and they found something different -enchanting, so to speak. This particular room looked bigger than the other; or maybe it was just more spacious. It was like a properly-lit room with most of the things arranged at the walls of the room leaving a vast space in the middle. There was a large design on the bare wooden floor. It was a drawing of a man and a woman dancing with one hand of the man around the lady’s waist and the other holding her right hand up. The lady was in a full ball gown like one of those in Cinderella and the man had a 90’s suit piece on with one of those exaggerated white collars. Both the lady and the man were animated characters and surrounding them were other characters that looked like they were from a kids’ show; an animation too, like the power couple at the center.

“A ball room?”

“With these kind of costumes? I don’t think so. Looks more like a….” Talia said.

“A play room?”

“Yeah. That,”

“This is a lot actually. First animals, then robots, now this. Your uncle outdid himself; I must say that I’m impressed,” Devon said, faking a serious tone which they all picked.

“Really?”

The room had giant sized plush toys: bears, snakes, ducks, all lying around the corners of the room. There was one particular thing that caught Mira’s eye at once.

“I cannot believe it!” She said with a shrill voice.

“What?”

“It’s a Barbie. Right here. There’s a Barbie costume and I so want it,”

“Why are you so interested in a Barbie costumes for fuck’s sake?” Devon asked, her forehead in a crease -though Mira couldn’t see it. She couldn’t hear the irritation in her tone either and that was because she was too engrossed in the beauty standing in front of her.

“A Barbie doll? Are you for real? I’ve always dreamed of being a Barbie and I’m one costume away from living that dream for fuck’s sake,” she said, answering Devon, with emphasis on ‘for fuck’s sake’ because Devon made her reaction seem stupid.

“Okay dream girl,” Devon surrendered.

“I thought you said you liked the robot in the other room,” Anne came up with a move that Mira couldn’t see at first.

“Yes, I still do but this Barbie is… oh no,”

“Is what, Mira? I’m listening,”

“Well,”

“Oh I got you already don’t even try to pretend. You said we won’t find anything cooler than the robot and you’d let us jiggle your boobs if we did. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten because all of that happened only few minutes ago,”

“And I am a witness,” Devon butt in.

“Oh crap,”

“Oh yeah. We’ll give you grace till we’re out of these costumes but once we get out, just get ready,” Anne said, singing her last word.

“But that’s not even cool,”

“Then maybe you should think carefully about your words before you spit them out. Besides, that’s the only way you’ll get to achieve your dream of becoming a Barbie. If you don’t let us do it, then somebody else will wear the Barbie.

“For goodness’ sake,”

“It’s your call, Mira. It would be a shame to watch somebody else fulfilling your dreams,”

“Fine. I do what you want,”

“Hmm, good choice,”

“I’m not so sure about that though,” Talia interrupts. “I mean look at that tiny waist line. You are petite, but it looks way smaller than your actual waist. How do you want to fit into that; won’t it be like going from frying pan to fire? Seeing as you’ve been whining about the bird costume being uncomfortable all day,”

“Uh, there’s probably a corset inside there somewhere. It could help tuck my tommy in so my body would fit just right,”

“Still moving from frying pan to fire,”

Mira was in a dilemma; she knew there was some truth in what Talia said but she didn’t want to see it because she wanted so much, to be a Barbie. She was finding it hard choosing between her head and her heart but she knew what option she would go with in the end anyway; everybody knew.

“Waade….oh kwap,” she was about to counter Talia’s words when the mouthpiece found a way back into her mouth.

She was starting to get used to it -the regular interruption of her speech by the mouthpiece.

Whenever it happened, she just gave in; like letting fate do with her whatever it damn well pleased. It was just easier than walking about with annoyance.

“Hey girls, take a look at this rocking horse. Do you think it’s a costume too?” Jackie pointed out.

“I don’t think so,”

“You aren’t even looking at it,” Jackie said and Anne took a short glance at the horse then at Jackie.

“Seen it. Still don’t think so. Would one be able to move an inch in it? It’d just be going back and forth in one spot,”

“Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Nope,”

“It would have been fun if a guy’s penis were under you I’m sure,”

“You’re just a disgusting person,”

“You’re telling me that didn’t come to your mind,”

“No. No, it didn’t,”

“Ah! Don’t stop, Simon,”

“Shut the fuck up, Jackie,” Anne said.

“Who the hell is Simon?” Devon asked.

“No one,”

“Yeeeah. Anyway, I think we should check other rooms before we finally pick new costumes,”

“Yeah. There are a lot of them though. I don’t even know what this is….aah!” Anne yelled when something popped right out of the box she was standing next to.

“What the hell!” Anne said, infuriated.

“Calm down it’s just a jack in a box,” Talia said in between giggles and the other girls joined in.

“Okay, that’s enough laughing, don’t you girls think?”

“No,” Jackie said, still laughing hard, it feels like her stomach was squeezing in on itself. “No, it’s not okay. I can’t get the image of you jerking like a chicken in an elephant’s costume, off my head; at least, not so quickly,”

“Fine. I’ll just go outside while you lot stay here and laugh like jackals,”

“Aww, come on, we’re all just joking,” Talia said, following Anne. Causing Devon to move with her too.

“Where are we going, Talia?” Devon asked.

“Out of the room with Anne,”

“Wait for me,” Mira said because the other girls had gone before her already.

They followed Anne out of the room, into the hallway and back to the flight of stairs. Going down was a struggle too, because they had to watch their step so as not to trip -especially the girls standing on the heelless high heeled hooves or talons- but it was definitely easier than climbing up. When they got down the stairs, Anne found a special door. It was a long glass door that led to a colorful garden outside the house and she decided to check it out. She stood in front of the door and it opened on its own accord, gratefully; she didn’t have to figure out how to open it without functioning hands like the other doors in the hallway.

As the door flung open, the other girls approached Anne from behind.

“An automatic door? What other cool thing does this house have, a flying unicorn?”

“I don’t know but it definitely has the answers to most of our prayers,” Anne said, laughing.

Forgetting all the teasing that had happened upstairs thanks to the beautiful things she was seeing outside. “Come on, let’s go check this place out,”

The girls followed behind her, all antsy to feed their eyes on their new prize. The fun never ends in the house; so it appeared.

There was a massive pool outside surrounded by beautiful vegetation; the garden had white roses, sunflower and daisies and they all filled the air with fresh scents that could cause the nostrils to tingle with excitement. On a freshly mowed grass, not too far from the pool at the side of a garden shack, were new costumes for the girls to drool over. An octopus, a shark, a seal, a walrus, a dolphin and a few more aquatic, life like costumes.

“I think it would be accurate to say we are in costume heaven,” Anne said.

“I know right, this place is full of them. Is like it never runs out,”

“I think the dolphin is the cutest,” Anne said.

“Really? I think the seal is,”

“That octopus is definitely a no-no,”

“You’ve got that right,”

“Hey, look, I think the sea turtle’s zipper is open,” Talia said, standing in front of the green rubbery costume.

Most of the costumes here had that shiny rubbery appearance unlike other costumes they had seen so far. They checked out the insides of the sea turtle which happened to be the only costumes that was already left open. It also didn’t look like there was a lot of space in it; apparently the costumes were not hollow but massive and filled with some rubbery material inside leaving a minimized portion -a cutout human shaped part- for them to fit in. From the looks of it, they wouldn’t be able to wiggle or move much inside the costumes.

“Are we sure we want to get in this things?” Mira asked, afraid that history -which is actually still the present- would happen again.

She could sacrifice her comfort for the Barbie but definitely not for costumes of sea animals.

“I don’t think we’ll be able to move in them; at least, not on land,” Anne said slowly so the girls would hear her words carefully and pick the hint in them.

“Not on land so….,” Jackie said, finding it hard to follow.

“What else is here asides land?”

“Why don’t you tell us already, you’re confusing us,”

“Ugh! The pool! We could try to use them in the pool. What do you think?” Anne said, jumping up and down with her baby elephant legs.

“Well calm down, dolphin princess,” Devon said. “We’ll see if it’ll work, okay?”

“What do you mean by ‘we’ll see’? You don’t want to try it out?”

“Not as much as you but yeah we could try to use the pool. I’m just wondering if it’ll be safe, is all,”

“You’re just being a scaredy-cat,”

“Yeah right. I’m anything but that and you know it, Anne. Anyway, I think we should spend a little more time in these costumes before we come out of them and choose something else,” Devon said.

She claimed she wanted the girls to enjoy their current costumes to the fullest but the truth was, she was thinking of a way out of the zebra; a means that wouldn’t require the zipper tap because it was already broken, and she and Talia still hadn’t informed the girls about it. It would have sucked out most of the fun they had had so far because they would mostly be in panic mode.

“So should we have a mini fight?….in our costumes, of course, nothing dangerous,”

“Sounds interesting to me,”

“Okay then. We’re in 4 costumes so it’ll be 2 against 2. Pick your partner in crime,”

“I pick Jackie,” Anne said.

“But I was going to pick Jackie,” Mira whined.

“Well I already did,”

“No fair. You and Jackie can move easier than Talia, Devon and I. Putting you two on the same team is cheating,”

“You’re such an over thinker, Mira. I already picked Jackie, let’s just play,”

“Alright,” Mira said when she saw that dragging the matter any further would just make her look silly. It was a game after all and the aim was to have fun with it.

They stood opposite each other in twos; Anne and Jackie on one side, Talia, Devon and Mira on the opposite side.

“On my mark,” Anne started. “Get ready….go!”

On her mark they moved towards each other, but it looked nothing like an attack you would see in a fighting scene; their movement was slower than that due to the restrictions by the costumes. Anne took one big, slow step after the other as she moved towards Mira. Mira on the other hand took tiny steps in her heelless high heeled talons compared to her opponent but at least she was moving. Anne threw her left foreleg at Mira who slid back to avoid being hit.

“Ha ha, missed me,” Mira said with joy, almost forgetting the pain that accompanied every move of her feet.

Jackie bumped into Anne from behind as she was also trying to dodge the zebra’s attack.

“Hey, watch it!” Anne yelled.

“Sorry,”

Jackie crawled forward as fast as she could so she would have just enough momentum to to push the zebra down. When Talia saw this, she started to move backward, touching Devon’s face with her butt.

“Really, Talia?”

“Just move, Jackie is comingggg,” Talia said in between giggles but it was too late.

“Gotcha!” Jackie said when she made impact with Talia from the side, pushing her and Devon to the ground.

“Yes!!” Anne yelled from behind them when she saw what Jackie had done.

She started to do a victory dance, wiggling her elephant rump and turning her head from side to side so that the large costume ears were wiggling. She was too busy celebrating that she didn’t see what was coming for her -Mira’s attack.

“Argh!” Mira yelled as she ran towards her.

“Anne, watch out!” Jackie yelled a little to late.

“Ugh!” Anne went down and for some reason she stared laughing.

She was filled with so much excitement that loosing the game along with Talia and Devon didn’t hurt at all. The game ended with both sides loosing because two people went down from the two teams. At the end of the game -and the running around- they were all laughing and panting inside their costumes. They used up so much energy, moving around in the costumes, that they started to feel heat emanating from their bodies when they finally stopped moving. Beads of sweat followed the heat and they all wanted out of the costume to get some fresh air and to rest a little.

“Before we get out of our costumes, I just want to say I had so much fun with you girls today,” Anne said.

“Aww. Me too,” the girls cooed.

“Anyway. Who’s coming out of her costume first?”

“Most of us have our hands inside the hand of the costume and we can’t reach the zipper,”

“Oh but Devon should be able to get her and Talia out,”

“What? How?” Devon said, almost choking on her question.

She knew what was coming for her but she couldn’t think of a way out of it.

“You were the one who closed the zipper after you both got in yeah? I believe you can reach your zipper,”

“Uh…yeah. But my hands are now tucked into the costume and I can’t reach the zipper anymore,”

“Yeah, plus, our zipper got broke the moment we…oh no,”

“What?!” Mira yelled.

“Smooth move, Talia,” Devon said from behind the zebra with disappointment quite audible in the tone of her voice.

The cat was already out of the bag and Talia and Devon couldn’t hide the truth any longer even if they tried to. Talia confessed that they had been stuck inside the costume the whole time because the zipper got broke the moment they settled into the costume, and now it seemed like there was no way out -for all of them, even.

“Oh God, I’m going to faint. No, not faint, I’m going to die,”

“Mira pull yourself together,” Anne said, confused about what to do or think.

“Okay so Devon,”

“Yeah,”

“You’re trying to tell us you’ve been stuck in there the whole time and there’s no feasible way out of that thing,” Anne said and swallowed, already imagining what the fate of the other girls, her included, would be if that were the case.

“Well, that’s what it looks like,” Devon flaunts a dry laugh.

“And because none of us have working hands, there’s no feasible way out for us either?” She said, almost whimpering like a scared puppy.

“Mira?”

“Yes?”

“I think you can freak out now,”

“Ahh!!” The girls yelled.

Their screams were so loud that it drowned Devon’s voice of hope. She believed they could still get out of the costumes somehow and they just had to work together and think of something. But the panicking ladies wouldn’t have it; the major thing that occupied their minds was the fact that they were stuck inside the stuffy and uncomfortable costumes. Mira was almost in tears. It felt like the universe was against her; she had desired, long before now, to get out of the costume and now that the time had come, there was no way out. They screamed for an extra 30 seconds, piercing the atmosphere with their shrill voices. If it were like in a cartoon series, most of the expensive window and glass doors would have completely shattered but luckily, it wasn’t.

It wasn’t until Devon moved around looking for something heavy. Her legs hit an idle rock in the garden, not too far from the pool, and she used her hooves to push the rock into the water that the girls kept quiet; the big splash of water from nowhere -or at least, they weren’t thinking about it, neither did they see it coming- it caught their attention just as Devon hoped.

“Will you all PLEASE stop screaming like possessed bunnies,” Devon said.

“Is that even a thing, possesses bunnies?”

“Standing right before me,” Devon said, obviously frustrated.

“Look, there’s definitely a way out of this, we just have to think, okay? We need to calm down and think,”

“Think of what though?”

“I don’t know yet, Mira, don’t pressure me please,”

“I think I can try to get us out?” Jackie said looking at her panda paws; they were the closest things to hands compared to what the other costumes had. “Can you start with me, please? It’s starting to feel like I’m in my granny’s thick tights in here,” Mira pleads.

“You’ve worn your….never mind. I don’t even want to think about it,” Jackie said and waddled towards Mira to test her hypothesis and see if she could open the zipper. She placed her paw on the bird’s crotch and tried to use her thumb and index finger inside the paw to grab the zipper, but she couldn’t get a grip on it at her first try, or even the second or third try.

“Come on, Jackie, you can do this,” Mira said to her, trying to boost her confidence but she was doing the exact opposite; distracting the poor girl and the words ‘you can do this’ just kept reminding her that she hadn’t done it and she probably wouldn’t be able to do it.

“Ugh! I just…can’t pick it up,” Jackie said.

“Oh God,”

“It’s just too tiny for my paws,”

“What are we going to do now?” Anne stomped her foot against the ground, subconsciously.

The other girls went silent for a while; each in their own thoughts. They were initially excited to get into the costumes and they didn’t bother to think of how to get out of it, and now that reality was hitting them in the ass, they were utterly confused.

“Hey what if we run the zipper against the wall, do you think it’d rip it open?” Jackie suggested “How is that supposed to happen, do walls have magical hands where you come from?” Mira teased. Not like she meant to be rude but she was just boiling with frustration and every little thing seemed to irritate her a lot.

“You know, you don’t always have to be mean,”

“I’ll be nice if you can get me out of here,”

“Oh God, we need to call someone to get us out of this thing,”

“You’ve probably forgotten that our hands are stuck in here and we can’t operate a phone even if we get one. I mean, how do you want to press small buttons with big paws and clumsy hooves?” “Why aren’t you all listening to me though? I just gave you an idea, run the costume against the wall,” Jackie mentioned “And I just told you your smart-ass idea won’t work,”

“Well I don’t see you bringing any better one, Mira Einstein,”

“You know you could just try it,” Anne butt in after a brief moment of silence. “I mean the wall might not have hands to pull down the zipper but it could help rip the costume,”

“That’s a fair point,” Devon said.

“Look, the wall was painted with sand paint and so it’s rough. It should cause a tear on the costume,”

“Aww but that would mean damaging the costume,”

“Sounds better than damaging my bladder; I kinda need to use the bathroom very soon,” Devon said.

“Okay so we’re doing this. Just run the costumes against the wall so it would rip it,”

The girls did as Anne said; they all took their positions in front of the wall and started to run the costumes against it. They were at it for about 5 minutes and Mira was the first person to give up. “This just isn’t working,” she said.

And truly it wasn’t, it was barely even scratching the surface of the costume.

“So what is this, fake paint?”

“Like I said, it’s a wall. Not a hand. We need a hand,” Mira said.

“Or a beak,”

“A beak?”

“Yeah, Mira’s beak,”

“What happened to my beak?” Mira said, being all defensive; she was not patient enough to hear what Devon was trying to say because most of what Devon said was usually not in her favor. Most of the time she was either teasing her or making a move to tease her.

“Calm down, Mira,” Anne pleaded. What she -and everyone else- wanted was a way out and they were willing to listen to anyone who had a solution to their present predicament. “Go on, Devon, what about Mira’s bird beak?”

“Well, it’s pointy for one. If she could just position it right, she could hook the zipper taps on our costumes and pull them down so the zipper can come open,” Devon said and everyone’s eyes, and costume heads, turned to Mira.

She knew what their silence was asking of her and she had no other choice than to do as they asked. It wasn’t like there was a better option at the time, and every further second in the costumes -especially Mira’s- was like time in a needle bath; pain-wreathing through and through.

“Fine. I’ll do it,” Mira obliged. “The mouthpiece also helps me control the beak. So if I can just bite in hard enough,” she said as she plunged her teeth into the mouthpiece to hold it in her mouth steady. “Ah shuud be abuu du buu id off,”

“Okay, we’re ready to be free. I want to go first please,” Talia said and as much as Devon was happy to be free, she was sad that she was about to let go of the entertaining sight of Talia’s ass. “Why don’t we let Anne go first. It must be tiring having to move with those tree-like elephant legs, am I right Anne?” Devon said.

“Ugh! You have no idea. Thank you so much, Devon,” the selfish girl moved forward and stood in front of Mira, waiting for her to do her thing and set her free. “I’m ready, Mira, please unzip me,”

“Okay but I can’t see your zipper. Where is it?”

“Oh! It’s at the back. Up the elephant’s neck,” Anne said and turned around so Mira would see the zipper.

“Have you seen it now?”

“Err. All I can see is your fat rump,”

“Ugh! For the love of God, Mira,” Anne crouched her feet to make the elephant sit so that Mira could now see the zipper on the elephant’s back.

“What about now?”

“Oh I’ve found it!”

“Thank heavens,” Anne said with a dull tone.

Mira ignored her ingratitude and focused on getting to the zipper tap, but there seemed to be a problem. The zipper tap was all the way up -at the neck of the elephant- and Mira couldn’t reach it because she wasn’t tall enough. Even more, she was sitting in a squat inside her costume and there was no way she could stretch high enough to reach the zipper tap. “Why does it sound like you’re trying to force poop out of your asshole?” Anne confused, perplexed and somewhat irritated by the thought.

The other girls couldn’t hold their laughter. It was also a funny thing to behold; the sight of a bird moving up and down like it was possessed just to reach a zipper up high above it. “I’m not trying to poo, damn it, you’re just too tall and I can’t reach your neck. Or the elephant’s neck,”

“Well, can’t you use a stool or something? I can’t be in here forever,” Anne was staring to lose it.

It was like they were toying with her feelings; this moment they came with a solution and the next, there was something ready to counter it.

“Hey, look, there’s one stool over there,” Talia said, pointing at the right hand corner of the room.

She, Devon and Jackie, went over to where the stool was and they used the legs of their costumes to push it towards Mira, just behind Anne, so she could climb onto it and reach Anne’s zipper tap.

“There. You can climb onto it now,” Jackie said, panting a bit from the little pushing which she had just done.

“Why aren’t you climbing, Mira?” Talia asked confused as to why Mira just stood in front of the stool doing nothing.

They couldn’t see her expression inside the costume -all they could see was a poker-faced bird standing in front of the stool like it was waiting for something to happen- but in the costume, Mira kept her gaze on the stool. A million thoughts ran through her mind like: how was she supposed to get on top of the stool in this restricting costume with her toes being the major thing to carry her whole body weight? There was also the fact that she could barely lift her legs because they were tightly packed inside the costume. And what if she managed to get on the stool, was she going to stand on the tip of her toes, hoping that she wouldn’t trip? There were just too many things at stake and she wasn’t sure she wanted to take the risk.

“I can’t,”

“I’m sorry, what?” Anne said. She was this close to exploding at this point.

“I can’t climb that stool, okay? I could trip and fall. Falling from the ground was bad enough talk less of falling from a stool. We need to think of something else,” “Mira…” Anne started with a fake calm voice, the one she used when she was about to scream her lungs out.

“Not right now, Anne. You can’t convince me otherwise no matter what you say,”

“Fine,” Anne said and exhaled. “So what do we do now?”

“I can try unzipping Talia and Devon’s costume. I think the zebra’s zipper will be easier to reach since their zipper isn’t too high up unlike in the panda and the elephant. And although it’s broken I can try to create a hole with my break then use the broken zip tapper to undo the rest of the zipper,” Mira said.

“Hmm,” Anne said. “I see what you mean. Go ahead and try then,” Mira waddled her whole body under the belly of the zebra and had no problem fitting there, even as Devon and Talia bend their knees in order to get the zipper even lower to the ground.. It made the girls realize again, how tightly packed Mira was inside the bird. To be fair, she wasn’t very tall to begin with, but inside the costume she was really vertically challenged. She then bit in the mouthpiece and used it to control the bird’s beak. She then turned and twisted her body, so that the peak pointed towards the broken zip tapper on the zebra and tried to pick it with the tip of the birds beak. The first 2 tries were a failure but she didn’t give up so easily. At least it was her only chance of getting out of her own costume too. On her third try she was able to pick the broken, still available part of the zip tapper. She made sure not to let it go while pulling on it. She pulled back carefully until she opened most of the zipper and then lost grip of the tapper midway.

“Ugh!” She moaned in disappointment.

“Don’t worry, Mira, you’ve got this,” Talia encouraged her even though she was actually saying a prayer; hoping Mira’s got this.

Mira tried to pick the zipper again and when she got it, she quickly pulled back on it and the rest of the zipper came open.

“Yea! Whoo!” Anne and Jackie yelled because they knew their freedom was close.

Devon came out of the zebra costume first, revealing Talia’s ass in the air. Talia followed and they both stretched when they were finally out of their costumes. Devon went to unzip Anne and Talia unzipped Jackie. As Anne came out of her costume, Devon couldn’t help but fix her gaze on the stark naked girl. Talia followed Devon’s gaze and called her back to earth by talking loudly to Anne.

“Really, Anne, get dressed, show’s over,”

“Says who?” Anne asked with a grin.

“Says this uncomfortable atmosphere you’ve put everybody in. Get your ass and boobs in some clothes for fuck’s sake,”

“Fine, I’ll get my clothes,”

“If you girls are done fooling around can you please get me out of this thing,” Mira said, referring to the bird costume.

“And why should we though?” Devon said.

“I’m sorry what?”

“Why should we let you out. Don’t you like how cute you look in the costume?”

“No I don’t! Let me out!” Mira yelled and chased the girls around but she couldn’t catch any one of them because she wasn’t fast enough. They laughed as she tried to chase them around. Whenever she got frustrated she stopped and flapped her wings and this made her look more hilarious but she couldn’t see it; she just couldn’t get how the girls drew excitement from her pain. She eventually got tired of running around and she just sunk to the ground and sat there -or rather, squat there. The girls saw that she was no longer chasing them and that only meant one thing; they had pushed her too far. They felt bad and they eventually decided to let her out.

“Okay we’ll let you out, Mira, we were only joking. Get up so we can unzip you,” Talia said.

Mira tried to get up but since she couldn’t on her own, the other girls helped her up. Talia reached for the zipper tap and stared to pull up from the crotch of the bird towards the neck.

“Uh-oh,”

“What is it, Talia?”

“There’s a problem,” Talia said, pulling on the zipper tap.

“What?”

“I don’t think I can move further than this,”

Jackie joined Talia to pull when she saw that she was struggling “What do you mean?”

“The zipper is stuck,” Jackie said and swallowed.

“You have got to be kidding!”

Mira, again, was close to tears. She could feel her face burning red and she didn’t know how long she would be able to hold back the tears; and the pain. If her anger could burn things by now the entire house would have been caught up in the flames of her rage. But there was not much that fury could do.

“We’ll think of something, Mira, be patient,” Anne called.

“Do you see any other choice in front of me?” Mira whispered.

Talia heard because she was the closest person to Mira but she paid her no mind and focused, instead, on the issue at hand -or the issue in the crotch, if you will. The girls were stuck, like the zipper tap, they found themselves in a feather of confusion. While Anne and Devon stood away, trying to think of a possible solution, Jackie and Talia kept tugging at the zipper tap, hoping it would budge and move further up. They tucked and pushed and squeezed the zipper tap with all their might but still tried to be careful not to apply too much pressure on Mira’s crotch so as not to hurt her. Unknowing to them they were doing something else to Mira. They were not hurting her, no, it was something quite….sweeter than that. The continuous tucking and squeezing of the zipper tap was working the padding beneath, right around Miras crotch and with time it began to stimulate her. The girls didn’t realize this, of course, and Mira didn’t say anything about it either. She was liking it; she didn’t want it to stop even though she was embarrassed at the thought of her friends finding out what was going on.

The tugging didn’t stop, like she wanted, because her unrepentant tugging friends just wanted to get her out of the costume by all means. And the more they tugged, the higher Mira went in her exciting moment. It became intense. She caught herself moaning inside and she bit hard on the mouthpiece to prevent her moans from being heard outside the bird. The dilemma; it was a bitter sweet situation. She knew how her friends would look at her if they found out what she was doing but she was too deep in the bowels of pleasure that she didn’t want to come out just yet. She couldn’t see them tug against her crotch but her imagination was sharp and that was all she needed to savor this moment. She allowed her imagination run wild and she lost control of herself. She moaned some more and it got more audible. She began to kick her leg backward in response to the stimulations in her crotch and that was when the girls knew something was up.

They looked up at Mira, the bird, and she was flapping her wings. This was not a reaction to pain -they saw it- it was deep pleasure. Jackie looked at Mira and then looked at the happenings around her crotch.

“Girls?” Jackie called.

“I think we’re fucking Mira,” she said, dazed and entertained at the same time.

“Eww,”

“No, no. Please don’t stop,” Mira said in between pants.

She could imagine what the situation looked like from outside of the costume but she didn’t care anymore. There was no way they were going to leave her halfway on her way to orgasm. She needed the release and she needed it badly.

“Is she for real? We shouldn’t stop?” Jackie said.

“Please. Please don’t stop,”

Jackie turned to look at Anne with a creased formed on her forehead showing just how confused she was but Anne raised her arms mid air and responded with a look that said ‘I-guess-youshould-help-her’. Jackie and Talia couldn’t believe they were agreeing to this and Devon was a just standing by the side and enjoying the show.

It was a show alright. The two girls under the bird kept stroking -tucking and squeezing the zipper tap- but this time it was not with the aim of undoing the zipper but to stimulate Mira, the bird, who kept kicking and flapping her wings. Her moans got even louder as there was no point hiding it anymore; the girls already know everything. They tugged and squeezed till Mira got closer and closer to having an orgasm.

“Ah!” She moaned inside the costume and her beak just would not stay in one position.

It’s a full show of a bird having an orgasm. The girls never thought they’d see such till today. It was another gift the day had given them asides the load of excitement they had had before now. “What’s taking her so long? My arms are starting to hurt,” Talia said under her breath.

Mira was starting to feel bad for keeping them at it for this long. She was deliberately holding it in so as not to be released too soon because she was loving it so much. But after Talia’s complaint she decided to let go, slow and easy.

“Hmm,” Mira exhaled.

“What. The. Fuck,” Devon finally said. “That was the best thing I have seen in months. Can you girls do that again?” She laughed till her belly hurt but Talia and Devon were still irritated. Though Mira got what she wanted and was now satisfied, there was still the part about her being stuck in the costume with no way out. The tucking and squeezing did no good concerning her release from the costume and they had no other sensible ideas popping up in their heads. The girls paced around for a while thinking of what to do. Jackie had something in mind but she didn’t know if it would work. She made to speak but hesitated and Anne saw Jackie’s struggle so she questioned her.

“Is something on your mind?”

“Uh. No. I don’t….I was just thinking,”

“About what?”

“I don’t know if this could work but what if we got something sharp enough to cut through the costume. Like a knife for instance; there should be one of those in the kitchen,” Jackie pointed out.

“Wuudun daaa beee dandewos?” Mira asked, fearing for her dear life.

“We could thread gently,” Jackie raised her shoulders and argued.

“Noooo,” Mira cried, shaking her head, hence the bird’s head, in the negative.

She started walking around yelling the word ‘noo’ unrepentantly. She looked like an hormonal bird on its period and the girls had no choice than to listen her. “Fine, we won’t do it. We won’t do anything, we’ll just have to take you to someone who can,”

“Who?”

“I don’t know yet. But it’s quite obvious there’s nothing we can do and we need help. We’ve been trying to think of a solution for a while now and to be honest, I’m pretty exhausted; I just want to find a bed and crash,”

“Nobowee iss kwassin dill ah geh awduf here,”

“So you’re speaking bird now?”

“The moudpiece iss ssdug in moy deed,”

“What?”

“I think she said ‘the mouthpiece is stuck in my teeth’,”

“Oh. How did that happen?” Jackie said but Mira refused to speak and that was when it clicked in Devon’s head.

“She probably bit on it too hard when she was coming,”

“Dewon!” Mira yelled and stomped one foot on the ground.

The other girls laughed.

“Ah! Hmm,” they tried to mimic her moans and Mira gave up on them.

They would most likely not let her hear the last of it, at least not today, and there was no point in fighting. In fact, she noticed the more she opposed the girls, the more they came at her so most times it was best to stay silent and allow them wear themselves out.

“Oh God, Mira, you should host a comedy show of something,”

“A comedy show for freaks,” Jackie said and the laughter that was once settling rose up again.

They laughed at Mira till they had had enough then Anne suggested they got moving because it was only few hours till sun down and they wouldn’t want to be on the road late at night. They walked out of the mansion to the driveway where they had parked. When they got to the car, Talia and Jackie entered the back seat and Mira was to go in next but unfortunately, she couldn’t pass the door thanks to the size of the bird costume and the position she was forced to take. She tried to go in leg first but the rest of her body just wouldn’t fit. Mira wasn’t sure herself how she would be able to sit on the backseat due to the large birds tail and her constant squad even if she got past the door. The other girls sat and watched and waited for her to see what her next step would be but Mira just stood still outside the car. No one needed to be told how frustrated the girl must feel by now, but no one had any words of encouragement either.

“Yeah you might have to stay in the trunk,” Devon said.

“You aff godd du be kidding me,”

“Sorry, Mira, there’s no way you can fit in here,” Talia said from inside the car.

“Argh!” Mira yelled, trying to get all the rage out of her.

Anne followed her to the trunk and helped her open it since her hands in the wings were useless for such tasks. The other girls even had to lift her up and place her in the trunk, because it was difficult doing so by herself; her legs were too cramped up inside the bird’s legs and It was impossible for her to lift them high enough to reach the trunk. It took a lot of pushing and lifting from the other girls. Jackie and Anne held her from above her upper body, Talia and Devon got her from below the legs.

“One 3. 1…2…lift!” Anne called and they obliged.

They were able to lift her off the ground but not high enough.

“Come on girls, higher,” Anne called.

The girls gave it an extra push and their hands were starting to hurt because it was pressing too hard against Mira’s weight and that if the costume.

“Almost there,”

With a little more effort they were able to lift her up and tuck her in the truck. Though they left it open for two reasons; the whole costume couldn’t fit into the trunk and they didn’t want Mira to feel too clustered inside the costume and the trunk on top of that.

The other girls got into the car and started driving to wherever it was Anne had in mind -to a person who could help Mira get out of the costume. Anne didn’t reveal their destination to them initially and they were not too eager to find out either, as long as the person they were going to could get Mira out of the costume, there wasn’t a problem.

Anne turned up the volume of the radio and a song by Coldplay was playing in the background.

“You love this guy?” Devon asked when she saw Anne tapping the steering and nodding her head to the beat of the music.

“Yeah, you don’t?”

“Err, it’s not that I don’t,”

“You just prefer a harsher kind of music,”

“You could say that,” Devon said with a proud look on her face and Anne rolled her eyes and laughed.

She turned up the music and the other girls in the car mimed the lyrics subconsciously.

“You. You are, my universe and I!” They went on and on, singing the song, bouncing up and down in the car and enjoying the moment, forgetting the big, uncomfortable bird they had in the trunk.

“Keep eed daaan pweaad,” Mira yelled from the trunk, but her voice was buried in the loud sound of the music.

She tried hitting the backseats with her wings, hoping they would hear her. Talia heard something -or at least she thought she did- but she didn’t think it was from the trunk or from Mira, and so she ignored it and went back to her singing. A few seconds after, the banging became more audible.

“Do you girls hear something?” Talia said, interrupting their flow.

“What?” Anne yelled because she couldn’t hear her over the sound of the loud music.

“Turn down the volume, I think I hear something,” Talia yelled and Anne did.

She turned down the volume of the music and they were able to hear the banging more audibly now. She stopped the car to focus more on the source of the sound and immediately she hit the brakes, they heard a loud thud like something heavy falling to the ground.

“Is that coming from…,”

“The trunk! Mira!”

They ran out of the car and found poor Mira on the floor rolling on one spot and groaning.

“Mira, are you okay?” Talia asked.

“Waa du yuu dink?! Waadis wong wid you peopuu? You puud me in dee dwunk and forgedd abouu me,”

“We’re so sorry, Mira, At least the padded costume helped to protect you.”

“It was Anne’s fault,” Devon said and Anne’s jaw dropped.

She was the one who turned up the music but it didn’t mean anyone should point fingers at her.

After all, she didn’t mean any harm.

“Let’s just try to get her back into the trunk,”

They joined hands again and lifted her into the trunk. Lifting her wasn’t easier than it was the first time, but they sort of deserved the stress. At least now they would drive carefully and behave inside the car, keeping in mind that they had a human being inside the trunk, although it didn’t look like a human at this point.

They got back into the car and continued their journey to seek help for Mira. On their way, a couple people saw the strange bird in the trunk and this made Mira feel very uncomfortable. The only good thing was that they couldn’t see her face. The ride felt like a very long one for Mira, even though it actually wasn’t, she just wanted the nightmare to end; she wanted to be just Mira again and not Mira, the bird. That would be a beautiful dream come true.

When Anne stopped driving. Mira assumed they had gotten to their destination and she confirmed it when she heard the girls getting out the car, one by one, and slamming the doors shut.

“Bwees gedd me awd,” Mira said and the girls obliged.

They joined hands to bring her out of the trunk and this required Mira to twist and turn so that the parts of the bird costume inside the trunk could find a way out. After which the girls helped to draw her out completely. Mira took a look around and initially, all she saw was a vast area of land with nothing but granite spread all over the ground. It wasn’t until she looked straight ahead, on the other side of the road, that she saw the white and blue building with the name ‘Mercy Hospital’ standing on the rooftop.

“A hospital though. Why are we at a hospital?” Talia asked, perplexed.

She wasn’t the only one who was confused; the other girls fixed their gaze on the hospital building and wondered why Anne thought of bringing them here when no one was sick.

“What? I couldn’t think of a better place,”

“The mechanic?”

“The tools store?”

“The toy shop?” The girls made different suggestions they thought would have been better.

“I still think the hospital is a better place. The people here are professionals and they can handle costume…emergencies too. I guess,” Anne sighed.

In her head, before her friends called her idea stupid, she thought she was making a brilliant choice, but now that she was saying it out loud, she couldn’t quite get why she chose this place too.

“Look, we’re here already. Let’s just go in and see if they can help us. I’ll go first to avoid….you know what,” Anne said and looked at Mira, the bird. Then she left the girls and went into the building.

Anne entered the hospital first and left the rest of her friends outside because she didn’t want to go in with Mira, the bird, and have the nurses look at them in shock, so she decided to inform them of the situation first. She walked past the security guards in front of the building and with each step that she took inside it, it felt like her heart was sinking down deeper; she didn’t know what the nurses would think of their situation, whether or not they would tag her weird. She was also hoping there wouldn’t be too many people around so they wouldn’t hear what she had to say. Even though Mira was the one in the costume, Anne was going as the forerunner to announce her and that was also embarrassing in her opinion. And of course nobody could see Miras face inside the bird, a luxury Anne didn’t have.

“We have no other choice,” Anne muttered under her breath.

She sucked in some courage and took those bold steps into the hospital. When she entered, her eyes fell on two ladies at the counter writing in some files. They were also dressed in blue scrubs and she guessed they were nurses so she went ahead to speak to them.

“Hi,” Anne said, with a bright smile she worked so hard to wear.

“Hello, there. What can I do for you?” One of the nurses on the counter said when she looked up to see the nervous Anne.

“My name is Anne and I’m really in need of help,”

“Yeah? What kind of help?”

“It’s my friend. You see, she got into this costume. It’s a bird costume. And unfortunately the zipper tap got stuck. We’ve been trying to undo it but we’ve had no luck, so we decided to come here, to the…hospital,” she said and laughed, dryly, at herself.

By the time Anne was done with her ‘speech’ the nurse was more confused than she was when Anne had just started speaking. She wasn’t sure she heard right; in fact she had a lot of things to clarify before reacting to Anne’s request.

“I’m sorry, you said she’s in a what?”

“A bird costume,”

“Uhm,” the nurse turned to her colleague who was sitting not too far from her. “Okay where is your friend?”

“In the trunk,”

“The trunk,”

“Yeah. She couldn’t fit into the car so…,”

“Okay. Does she need a stretcher?”

“No. No. She can walk by herself, not very fast, but she can walk,”

“Okay. Let her…let her come in then,” the nurse said.

Anne went back out to get Mira and the other girls. Mira wasn’t prepared for this -the embarrassment that would come when she would finally get out of the costume and the doctor would see her face, but there was nothing she could do about it. It was either that or eternal captivity in an uncomfortable bird costume. She would probably even have to get used to being called Mira, the bird all the time.

“Lead de way, pwease,”

Mira and the other girls followed Anne into the hospital and Anne introduced them to the nurse she met at the counter. All eyes fell on Mira when she waddled in and they kept their gaze on her for a while. They didn’t mean to make her or her friends feel uncomfortable. You just don’t see a girl stuck inside a bird costume, everyday, in the hospital. Due to being stuck in a constant squat and therefore not being very tall, Mira had to crank her head up very high to see the nurse over the counter.

“This is your friend, yes?” The nurse asked to clarify, while to other nurse was trying very hard to stifle a snicker.

“Yes. Her name is Mira,”

“Mira,” the nurse said as she scribbled on a piece of paper. “Okay, just sit and wait for me, I’ll be back, okay?”

“Okay, thank you, ma’am,” Anne said.

The rest of the girls went ahead of Anne and Mira to find a space for them at the reception to sit and wait for the nurse. They found seats and took them but Mira was hesitant to join them. She wanted to sit like the rest of them, but she knew the costume wouldn’t allow it. She would have to squat even lower with her thighs pressing against her belly even tighter and there was nothing in the world that would convince her to assume such a position, and so she stood instead.

Luckily she didn’t have to wait for too long. The nurse soon came out and declared that she had fixed her an urgent appointment with one of the hospital’s surgeons and he would be coming out to attend to Mira as soon as possible. They still had to wait a little for him though because, according to the nurse, he was rounding up a surgery at the moment.

“That’s okay, we’ll wait,” Anne said.

While they waited, a number of people passed the hallway and saw them -4 girls, one birdsitting together, and they couldn’t help but laugh at the funny combo. Anybody that passed by them did the exact same thing -look and laugh, then walk away. A little boy even stopped to take pictures and at that moment, the girls just wanted the ground to open up and swallow them whole. The drama went on and on until the Surgeon finally came out to receive Mira.

“I’m ready for Mira,” he said, reading her name from a file.

“Aaam Miwa,” Mira said with little to no enthusiasm at all.

It was time for the truth -her identity- to be revealed.

She followed the surgeon as he ushered her away from the reception and Anne went in with her for moral support. The surgeon took them to a room that was filled with different surgical equipment that the girls couldn’t recognize. But at least they could tell when they saw surgical blades on display. The surgeon gave Mira some time to settle down and even conversed with her a little bit to calm her down.

“So you got stuck in that costume,” the surgeon said, trying to confirm the report he was given but he was professional about it.

He didn’t laugh at or mock poor Mira and this made her relatively comfortable; comfortable enough to share her experience with the Surgeon.

“Yaaa. Abawenly, dee diba dap god sduck in a paain ob pedaas aand my bweendd cudun ud iid pad where iid iid waid now,” Mira said and the doctor nodded his head looking at her with rapt attention. Little did she know that he didn’t understand a single word she said.

“I’m sorry what?” The doctor said.

Anne sighed and intervened.

“She said ‘eah. Apparently, the zipper tap got stuck in a pile of feathers and my friends couldn’t pull it past where it is right now,’”

“Oh…wow,” the doctor said trying to wrap his head around the whole speech thing. Then, he pulled himself together and came back to earth.

“Yeah, I see the zipper tap. It’s deep in those feathers alright,” the surgeon said examining the costume.

He looked at Mira and saw that she was getting nervous again and he tried to gain her trust.

“You’re not going to feel a thing, okay? That’s a promise,” the surgeon said.

“Okay,” Mira whimpered when she saw the blade coming close to her but she felt Anne’s hand onher -her costume- and she decided to focus on that instead.

She looked at Anne and away from the surgeon. She felt him cut through the costume but it didn’t hurt; it didn’t come near her skin. And she knew she could trust the surgeon because after all, he was a professional. She saw Anne smile at her proudly and this helped her a lot. Only few minutes passed and the doctor had already gone far enough; he had cut through the feathers that caught the zipper tap and he was able to access the zipper easily from there. The rest was a smooth ride up.

“All done, Mira, you did really well,” the surgeon said, moments later.

“Yeah?”

“Yup. Now it’s time to come out of that costume,”

Mira was hesitant to show her face and half naked body, but no level of embarrassment would stop her from leaving the costume; she had had enough of it for one day. With the ‘luxury’ of space she now had, thanks to the opened zipper, she was able to move her body forward so that her hands, in the wings of the bird, moved too. She wiggled inside the costume trying to get her hands and arms out but it was as painful as it was difficult moving the bent arms unrepentantly with little to no luck of having them come out.

“Aah dink aam sdilll sduck!” Mira said, whimpering.

“It’s fine, we’ll help,” Anne said after giving the doctor a quick glance.

Anne grabbed one of the wings while the Doctor held onto the other.

“Okay, so we pull in three?” Anne said.

“You want to pull out both hands at once?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“I think we should take it one arm at a time. When one arm is out, there’ll be enough space to pull out the other. Pulling both at once could cause too much pain,”

“Fine. Okay, I’ll pull in 3,”

“That’s better,”

“Hold on, Mira. In 3…2…1!” Anne said and tried to pull Mira’s arm from the wing of the bird as Mira groaned, and it still proved difficult.

Her arm was coming out very slowly because, apparently, the costume was now sticky thanks to all the sweating. The Doctor had to leave Mira’s other arm and he decided to pull the one arm with Anne so that with more force they could achieve a faster result. Mira, on the other hand was suffering. She bit more on the mouthpiece as she tried to suck in the pain. They pulled and pulled for long seconds and her arm started to come out of the wing -slowly, but successfully.

“One last pull?” The Doctor said when he saw Anne giving up.

“Okay,” Anne sighed and grabbed Mira’s arm again.

By now her shoulder was out and it was bent forwards with the lower part of her arm facing backwards inside the wings. Anybody who saw it would know that it must be hurting. But Mira transferred most of the aggression on the mouthpiece. They gave her arm one final pull and eventually, it came out of the bird wing.

“Oh, thank God,” Anne said.

They all took a quick breather before getting started on Mira’s second arm. Anne even stopped to ask for water because she was really tired. It was after she finished the entire bottle of water that she signaled the Doctor, telling him she was ready to go again. Pulling out the second arm wasn’t as hard like the Doctor said, because there was a little more space to do so. Though, this didn’t take the pain away because Mira’s arm had been stuck in a very uncomfortable position all day and tugging hard on it was definitely not going to be fun and sweet.

Anne and the Doctor pulled her hand together again. They pulled and dragged till her shoulder came out and the rest of her arm slowly followed behind.

Mira’s arms were out of the wings but they felt quite numb. She could barely lay them straight; she subconsciously hung them the way they were hung while inside the wings because stretching them out was painful.

“Now her legs, yeah?” Anne asked, looking all worn out.

“Yeah,” the Doctor answered.

They had to give special attention to the part of the costume because of the heelless heeled talons. Mira’s legs were folded in two with her highs above and her leg beneath and they would also have to pull her feet out of the talons that were very tight “I have an idea,” the Doctor said.

“What’s that?” Anne asked.

“How about we lay her on the bed so that you can hold on to the talons while I pull her legs out in the opposite direction?”

“Hmm. Will that work?”

“It’ll beat pulling her legs out while they’re facing the ground; that would be fighting against gravity, And she wouldn’t have to stand on only one foot during the process” “Oh. Okay then,”

Anne said and helped the Doctor lift Mira. She carried the bird legs while he carried her upper body part and they laid her on a hospital bed so that her legs were hanging down the side still up in the air. Anne held on to the talons like they agreed, and the Doctor held on to Mira’s legs inside the costume.

“Waa dee vuk,” Mira said because the doctor’s hands were on her thigh very high up, and even though she knew he was just trying to help, she felt somewhat violated. The Doctor started to pull on Mira’s thigh and Anne pulled on the talons. Getting her leg out of the bird proved even harder than pulling out her arms because her thighs were heavier and closely packed with her legs under. It took a lot of pulling and tugging from both Anne and the Doctor for the thigh alone to finally come out, but her foot was still inside the talon. The Doctor grabbed Mira’s thigh to his chest and Anne wisely bent the talon upward so that as Mira’s leg was being pulled back, her foot was forced to bend out of the talon and follow her leg out. It was a sharp and painful turn for Mira and she wouldn’t stop groaning but it wasn’t a vain effort; as Anne and the Doctor successfully pulled her leg out. As usual, they took a quick breather before attending the Mira’s other leg. With the same patience, pulling and bending, the got the her second leg out the same way they did the first so that Mira’s hands and legs were now free, leaving her head in the head of the bird.

“Mira?”

“Hmm,” Mira moaned, numbed with pain all over.

“I’m going to pull on the bird’s head, but I’m going to need you to pull your head in the opposite direction. Is that fine?”

“Yedd,”

“Okay. Here goes nothing,”

Anne started to pull on the bird’s head, hoping that Mira’s head will be separated from it but it doesn’t happen.

“Wayyd,” Mira yells.

“What?”

“Eed hudds,”

“What hurts?”

“Moudpids,”

“Mou..” Anne said, with confusion all over her face. “Oh the mouthpiece! Is it still stuck to your mouth?”

“Yedds. Eeds stll in my deed,”

“Oh crap. Can you open your mouth wider?”

“Aah can dwaii,” Mira said and tried to open her mouth as wide as possible so that the mouthpiece would detach from her teeth but it didn’t work that way.

Anne then thought of holding on to the beak of the bird, which had the mouthpiece attached.

She asked Mira to keep wiggling her mouth as she held the beak. Having the mouthpiece stay in one place while Mira wiggled her mouth was helpful; bit by bit, her teeth started to come off the mouthpiece till the very last tooth was out.

Mira then moved her mouth away from the mouthpiece completely and Anne returned to the plan of pulling on the bird head as Mira tried to pull her own head out.

Mira’s head eventually came out of the bird head with sweat all over her face and her hair plastered to her head, but Mira was too fatigued to care much whether or not she looked like wet chicken. She was finally out of the costume and was grateful. She couldn’t wait to leave the hospital and rest on a good, comfortable bed. She took her first step off the bed and as soon as her feet landed on the floor, she winced.

“Ouchy. They hurt so much,”

“Sorry, Mira, I can imagine. You’ve been cramped up in the bird and on the tip of your toes all day,”

Anne tried to massage Mira’s legs but she wouldn’t let Anne touch her because every touch sent signals of pain down the back of her spine. The Doctor had one of the nurses bring her a wheelchair instead and that was what she used to leave the ward room. They joined the other girls in the reception to share with them the good news, that Mira was out of the costume, but the girls were already asleep by the time Mira and Anne got out.

Anne walked over to tap them and they jerked awake.

“Aren’t you girls cute?” Mira said.

“Mira! You’re no longer Mira, the bird,”

“No I’m not. Can we get going?” Mira was glad she was out of the costume but she was still upset with her friends for making her get into it in the first place.

They thanked the nurse who booked Mira an follow up appointment and they went out to the driveway where the car was parked. Anne and Jackie helped Mira into the car carefully and the nurses took their wheelchair away. The other girls also got into the car and nobody said anything yet. Partially because they were tired but also because they knew Mira was very upset with them. Anne turned back to look at Mira with puppy dog eyes.

“Anne you should keep your eyes on the road before you get us all killed, I don’t want to add dying to the list of terrible things that have happened to me today” Mira said with a cold tone. “But, Mira, we are really sorry we’ve said it a thousand times” Anne replied taking her eyes back to the road.

“It was supposed to be a fun thing for us all, we didn’t mean to get you upset, honestly,”

“We’ll maybe we meant to just a little,” Devon teased under her breath “What did you say?” Mira heard Devon perfectly well.

“Don’t listen to her, Mira. We are sorry and we’ll do anything to prove it right now,” Anne said.

“Anything?” Mira asked with a grin playing around her cheek.

“Uh-oh,”

“I do have an idea in mind. I want us to be even,” Mira lifted her chin with pride.

“Wait, why? What do you want to do to us?" Talia, who had been quiet the whole trip finally voiced out.

Mira looked at the sky through the window like in a very deep thought, then she grinned and said “You girls have to wear a new costume of my choosing tomorrow; I’ll pick them out personally,”

“Do we have to agree with this?” Devon, not liking the idea at all, whined.

“Of course not, but that’s the only way I am going to forgive and forget all that you girls did to me today,”

They all started talking to Mira at the same time, making it really hard for her to listen to one of them

“Waiiit, one at a time please,” Mira said, covering her ears with her hands. It felt so good to have functioning hands again.

“I’ll go first,” Devon said. “We already apologized, I don’t think it’s fair to us that you have some scheme planned in your head against us,”

Mira folded her arms looking unfazed.

“Come on, Mira, we are no longer kids. Can’t we just forget about today and move on?” Anne said.

“Besides you got to ride in the trunk, that’s almost as good as the Ferris wheel,” Jackie added laughing so hard a tear dropped from her eyes.

Jackie’s comment only managed to make Mira really mad.

“You girls are going to wear the costumes and that’s final,”

“Ugh!”

“Fine. We’ll do it,” Anne agreed on their behalf.

She acknowledged the fact that they treated Mira poorly and they deserved whatever was coming for them because of it and this pleased Mira. No one disagreed or said anything afterwards. They drove for about 40 more minutes before they got home. When they did, Anne drove through the gates of the mansion and into the parking spot. She looked beside her and back at the others to find that they were all asleep.

“Hey girls, we’re home,”

“Yeah? What time is it?” Devon asked sleepily.

“11:13 PM," Anne answered. “We should all get to bed it’s pretty late,”

They got out of the car and walked sluggishly into the house -Anne and Jackie holding on to Mira to help her walk but she asked that they left her. She was willing to walk by herself even with the pain.

When they got into the house, they paired themselves and picked bedrooms to sleep in. While the rest of the girls walked towards the bedrooms, Anne saw Mira walking towards one of the room where they discovered new costumes earlier.

“Uh, Mira, the bedrooms are this way,”

“I know. I just have to prepare for the big show tomorrow ,” Mira said with a grin.

“The big…okay, whatever. Goodnight, babe,” Anne said.

At that moment she was too tired to ask more questions so she left Mira and went to bed. Mira on the other hand, had ‘special’ plans.

Part 3

Mira walked along the perfectly lit hallway with a permanent smirk on her face. She was very glad that she would finally get the chance to get back at the girls for what they did to her; making her fit into the uncomfortable bird costume against her will and refusing to let her out when she begged them to. Even as she paced about in the hallway, she could feel some subtle pain around the tip of her toes thanks to wearing the heelless high heeled talons all day. She rubbed her toes, subconsciously, against each other to relieve the pain, but there was only so much rubbing could do. It would probably take a few days for the pain to fade away completely. Her thighs were also hurting, because she had been in a squat all day. Her thighs felt punished -overstressed- and they could also use some massaging and embalming to return to their former healthy state.

With all of these in mind, she walked into one of the rooms with a heart of vengeance. She had to get back at the girls and she had to do it right -to her satisfaction, that is. She opened the first door and took a quick glance and closed the door again. She did this for three more doors, trying to find the right costumes for the girls. It wasn’t until she opened the fourth door that she stopped in her tracks. There was something inside this particular room -the one with the futuristic theme- that caught her attention. She walked into the room with her eyes fixed on the classic Metropolis robot, still sitting graceful on the throne-like chair. It’s not like she hadn’t seen the robot before now -all of the girls saw the robot when they were going through the costumes in the room- but there was something they missed; something they didn’t see; something that sparked a myriad of ideas in Mira’s mind. It was a remote control. The remote control was attached by a short string to the right leg of the robot. The girls probably missed it because the string and the remote control had the same color as the entire robot and also because it was on the floor, behind the leg of the robot.

Mira picked the remote control and saw a few buttons on it. She didn’t know what any of the buttons could do and so she decided to try them out. She took a few steps back from the robot and pushed one of the buttons while holding the remote control towards it, and the right leg of the robot moved up and hung in the air.

“Cool!” She laughed loudly and suddenly remembered that the rest of the girls were asleep, and so she covered her mouth with her hand hoping they didn’t hear her voice.

She wouldn’t want to ruin her surprise. None of them were to know what costumes she was going to pick until the next morning; she just wanted it that way. Seeing shock and disappointment on their faces would also be a good enough prize for her; a part of her revenge benefits.

She looked at the remote control again and pushed another button, which made the robot stand straight on its feet. To do this, the robot didn’t require its hands to rest on the arm of the chair for support, like a human being, it was able to lift its upper body part while its hands hung mid air. It was a slow but efficient kind of movement and Mira could hear a faint sound of something moving inside the robot.

Mira decided to try out another button. She pushed it and looked at the robot. At first nothing happened, and just as she was about to push it again, the robot started to shake its butt. The wiggling movement was not like that of a human; it was quite rigid. The robot bent its back and knees forward so that its butt was standing out, then it moved left, then right, the left again, making some mechanical sound as it moved. The robot did this continuously for about 5 seconds and it made Mira giggle, quietly of course. She was so entertained by it that she had to push the same button again just to watch the robot wiggle.

It’s not everyday you see a sexy, butt wiggling robot in your house. This costume was proving to be the perfect costume for her revenge plan.

She looked at it and her heart bounced with glee when she thought of the things she could do to the person who would put it on. It was a glorious moment for the ‘evil mastermind’, Mira. In fact, she could almost hear angels sing; or would it be demons in this case?

“Great choice, Mira,” she said to herself with an ear-to-ear smile on her face.

She couldn’t have thought of a better costume to use for her plan. She pressed the same button and the robot stopped shaking its butt. She then hit the remote behind the robot and patted it on the head like it was an obedient child.

“Tomorrow is going to be a great day,” she said and walked away.

She went back out to the hallway, but her mission for the night, wasn’t fulfilled yet. She had chosen just one costume and she had to pick three more because there were four girls all together, minus her.

“Hmm,”

She began to open doors again to find which costume would suit her fancy and she stopped at the room that housed the Barbie doll -the play room. She remembered how much she liked the Barbie and she also remembered what the girls said about the waistline looking too slim for a human being to fit in.

“Hmm,” she said again.

“This should also be good,” thinking about the discomfort one of her friends would be in if she had to wear the Barbie.

It might not beat the robot, but it was definitely something.

“So second choice; Miss Barbie,” she said with with her proud grin on her face.

She still had two costumes to pick, but she decided to think about it in on her way to the bedroom, because she felt it was already getting late. She brought out her cellphone from her back pocket and turned it on. There was a bold 2 AM glaring in a white font on her wallpaper. She was right; it was damn late. She hadn’t noticed the time because of her excitement for revenge.

She closed the last door she had opened and headed straight to the bedrooms. She noticed Anne slept alone in one of them and she decided to pair with her. The bed was massive -you wouldn’t expect less in a house as big as this one. It was covered in white linen sheets and it had a tester, like a canopy, over it. Mira walked over to the bed and slowly opened the curtains as she adored its fine texture. She crawled onto the bed gently so as not to wake Anne and rested beside her.

Anne was mouthing some incomprehensible words in between loud snores. She looked funny and cute at the same time, it was entertaining. But the day was fast spent and Mira knew she had to fall asleep soon, otherwise she wouldn’t have enough energy for all that she had planned out for the next day -or the present day seeing as it was already morning.

Even though she knew this, it was hard to fall asleep. She stayed up for a couple more minutes imagining how everything would play out and she even allowed herself to predict her friend’s reactions in words and actions. It was a whole theatre show up there in her head. Though gratefully, with time she started to drift into sleep. She was lying down on a very comfy bed and her body was worn out thanks to the overly-stressful day she had. The windows were slightly open, so that some cool evening breeze passed through and brushed her skin from head to toe. It was calming; soothing for her rigid bones. It was like a healing wind that came from heaven and she was grateful for it. It didn’t beat a proper embalming and massage session but it was something; and it was something good. Mira hugged the pillow tightly and snuggled into the sheets. The last thing she remembered was catching a glimpse of Anne’s moving lips and before she knew it, she was sound asleep.

The Next Day…

All girls except Mira were in the kitchen, trying to fix something for breakfast. They were all happy when they found the treasure of foodstuff in the refrigerator and in a big store room inside the kitchen.

“I could spend a whole month in this place and not need any money from anybody,” Jackie said with a bright smile, her eyes fixed on the food stuff.

“You glutton,” Anne laughed and hurried into the room to pick the things she wanted.

The store room was like a mini mall. The foodstuff was arranged in shelves in different sections and all they had to do was walk around and select anything they wanted.

“Do you girls think we should have bread?” Devon said.

“I don’t see any bread here,”

“Yeah but there’s flour, and sugar and eggs. We could bake,”

“You know how to bake,” Jackie said, shocked and disappointed at the suggestion Devon made; she didn’t think Devon was capable of cooking let alone baking anything. And she also didn’t like the idea of working too hard for breakfast; at least not today.

Devon, on the other hand knew what she wanted for breakfast and she couldn’t wait to get in an apron and mittens to commence her baking.

“So are we having bread, are we not having bread?” Talia asked with little to no enthusiasm in the tone of her voice.

She just wanted to eat something irrespective of what it was.

“Bread,”

“Cereal,”

Devon and Anne said at the same time.

“Oh, for the love of God, can you both just choose one thing? I’m really starving here,” Talia said and just in time to prove her point, her stomach rumbled loud enough for the girls to hear.

“Whoa,” Anne said.

“See?”

“Okay, fine. We’ll have bread. Hopefully Devon won’t poison us with her baking,”

“I have magic hands, Anne. I can treat any and everything right. If you doubt it surrender yourself to me and I’ll show how it feels to be treated right,” Devon said with a smirk.

She had this deep, dubious stare that caused Anne to think deeply about the statement she just made. ‘How it feels to be treated right?’ Knowing Devon, that statement could mean anything, or nothing; maybe she was just trying to test her mind.

“Enough of the talk, lead the way, baking Sensei. What do you want us to do?” Talia interrupted and Devon finally took her eyes off Anne.

“Okay. We’re going to need bowls. A mixer. Lots of flour, milk, sugar and yeast,”

“That’s all? Are you sure there isn’t more to the recipe?” Anne questioned, waiting for her moment of glory; the moment she would prove Devon was no chef at all.

“Just watch me bake, dearest Anne,” Devon smiled.

Anne stuck her tongue out; her time of glory had not come yet.

The girls got busy and did as Devon instructed. They had aprons tied around their waists and they divided the baking work among themselves.

“My mum is a banker and now I’m a baker. I wanna be a rapper but I’m wearing a wrapper,”

“Really, Jackie? Really,” Anne said.

She tried to stifle a laugh but she failed woefully.

“What the hell was that line?” Talia joined Anne to laugh. Apparently she also found Jackie’s verse funny.

“You girls love my lines you’re just too proud to admit it,” Jackie said with her head held up high.

“You can’t be serious,” Anne held her hand against her mouth to stop herself from laughing but again, she failed.

“Anyway, you should keep pushing. You can be a Nicki Minaj someday,”

“With that small bum?” Talia said, making things worse.

Anne laughed like crazy; she fell to the floor and held her stomach, because it was starting to hurt, but Jackie wasn’t moved in the slightest. She joined Anne to laugh too because Anne’s laughter was contagious and it was also a thing of pride -the fact that she could make Anne laugh that hard to the point that she was rolling on the floor.

“You had better get up and join us. You sound and look like a crazy jackal laughing down there,”

“At least it’s better than being Jackie Minaj,”

“Is it?” Jackie gave her a piercing stare. One that showed victory on her side. “Nicki Minaj is an icon, a laughing jackal is….exactly that,”

“I get it, that’s enough, alright?” Anne said as she got off the floor.

Joke was over.

“Hey has anybody even seen Mira today?” Devon asked.

“Weird you’d ask. I thought you hated her,”

“Hate? No, I don’t. I never did. I derive joy in teasing her a lot, it’s quite different from hate. At least, in my dictionary it is,” Devon said and added some more flour to the overly watery mixture of flour and butter in her bowl.

“Yeah, sure. She should still be in the bedroom anyway. I left her there,”

“It’s 8:30 AM. Why is she still asleep?”

“She slept pretty late. I heard her when she stepped into the room. Not sure what time, but I know it was late,”

“Well, I hope she doesn’t wake up,” Devon said.

“I’m starting to think you don’t have a heart,”

“What? I didn’t mean it for real. I’m just saying when she wakes up she’s going to come for us. Or have you girls forgotten the deal we made with her last night?”

“Nope. I thought about it all night long before falling asleep,” Talia said. “I wonder what costumes she chose for us. I hope it’s not too terrible or too ugly because I know Mira,”

“Did someone just mention my name?” Mira walked into the kitchen, singing her words like an early morning bird; her shrill voice piercing the air and catching all of the girls’ attention at once.

“Hey, Mira. Have you been standing there for long?” Devon asked with a dry laugh and a bright fake smile; all of her teeth glared.

“Nope. Just got here. What are you girls making?”

“Devon’s bread,” Anne said with a sour tone.

It was obvious she wasn’t happy about breakfast, but Mira paid her no mind. Nothing was going to ruin her mood today. She had been dreaming about the day all night and the time had come for her to execute her plan.

“I suggest we all eat well and fat. It’s going to be a beautiful day,” she laid emphasis on the word ‘beautiful’ and the girls stared at her with worry in their eyes, then they exchanged glances with each other.

They knew she said the day would be beautiful, but meant the very opposite. Anne wanted to leave the girls in the kitchen because she lost her appetite all of a sudden, but Mira insisted that she stayed and she was going to help them bake as well.

Mira joined hands with the other girls to bake and in no time they were done mixing. They got bread pans and poured the dough into it, then arranged the pans in the oven. They decided to chat a little as they waited for the bread to bake. They sat on the high brown stools around the marble counter at the center of the kitchen. At first, no one said anything. It was obvious the girls were too worried about what was coming for them, and the fact that they couldn’t tell what Mira had in mind was even more tormenting, but Mira was enjoying the show. She was still upset about what they put her through the day before and she felt getting her revenge on them was the sure way to let go of any form of hurt that had remained in her.

“Why do you all look moody? I thought I heard giggling before I stepped into the kitchen,” Mira said.

“We’re just patiently waiting for the bread to bake. We’re hungry that’s all,” Jackie said.

“Hmm. So it doesn’t have anything to do with your costumes for today? You can tell me anything, just so you know. After all we are FRIENDS, right?”

“Well in that case,”

“Don’t fall for it, Jackie,” Devon said under her breath but Jackie didn’t listen to her.

“I think it would be cool if we forgot about last night’s agreement,”

“Don’t do this to yourself, Jackie,” Devon added but Jackie went on with her plea.

“And maybe, I don’t know, you could allow us pick out costumes ourselves. For friendship’s sake,”

Jackie finished and battered her long eyelashes.

“Friendship’s sake, huh?” Mira said, mildly. She was fiddling with and staring at her fingers while responding to Jackie.

“Uh-oh,” Devon said.

“I’m surprised you would want me to do something for friendship’s sake. I mean, what happened to friendship when I begged you girls to let me out of the bird costume yesterday?”

“I told you not to push your luck,”

“None of your pep talk is working, Devon,” Jackie said and Devon raised her hands in the air in surrender.

“Don’t worry, it’s going to be fun, at least for me. Maybe slightly painful for you,” Mira said and flipped her hair behind her shoulder, and just as she did that, the oven’s buzzer went off.

Ding!

“Oh. I think the bread is ready,” Devon said.

“Well, that’s some good news,”

“Maybe the only good news we’ll be getting today,” Jackie said, still trying to think about all the things Mira could possibly do to them in the costumes.

“I hope I don’t get that gonk droid,”

Jackie was speaking to herself but Anne was sitting close to her hence, she was able to pick out her words.

“Look, we already have the whole of the day to feel miserable. Right now, nothing is really happening. We’re about to have bread….Devon’s bread,” Anne’s enthusiastic tone disappeared when she thought of Devon’s bread -she still had her reservations- but then it came back up again.

“Anyway. Let’s eat and ignore everything else for the time being. Besides we’ll be abiding by her rules for just one day. I think we’ll live,” Anne said and she was able to cheer Jackie up a bit.

Jackie went along to grab her bread from the bread pan.

“I hope we’ll live,” Anne said when Jackie was far away from her.

“Whoa! Anne you should come taste this. It’s actually one of the best bread I’ve had in ages,”

Jackie said with so much glee.

“That probably means you’ve never had any good bread in your life,” Anne laughed.

“No jokes, Anne. Come and taste for yourself,”

Anne obliged. She walked over to the oven and cut out of one of the round breads that lay cutely on the bread pan. She looked at Jackie -Devon’s hype girl- before throwing the piece of bread into her mouth. She began to chew, slowly. She gave her tastebuds some time to absorb all the taste and when she was satisfied, she turned to Devon, the baker.

“It kind of tastes good, I guess,”

“Kind of?!” Jackie laughed. “Anne, when did you become so stingy with compliments?”

“Fine, it’s great okay,” Anne said and reached out for another potion of the bread. “I love it, you happy now?”

“Yes, I am, thank you,”

“I think I saw some milk and sausages in the fridge,”

“And eggs. There are eggs in the store,”

“It shouldn’t take time to make those,” Anne said.

They grabbed the eggs and sausages and fried them quickly, because they were getting really hungry. When they were done cooking, they moved to the dining table to have their hard earned breakfast. Jackie ate like a glutton; not because she was, but because she was preparing herself for the day ahead. Anne had managed to make her calm throughout the morning but ‘night’ was coming for her, creeping in fast, and she wasn’t going to take her chances; she had to be ready for the stress of the day.

Mira didn’t really give them enough breathing space either; just as they were downing their bread and eggs with sausages, she brought up her ‘beautiful’ plans for the day.

“What do you girls thinking about doing jumping jacks in your costumes?”

“Pff!” Jackie spat out the milk in her mouth.

“Jackie!” Anne yelled because some of it spilled on her pink dress.

“Sorry,” Jackie said, almost crying but definitely not over spilled milk.

She was crying because her nightmares were finally taking form and she didn’t like the looks of it; or the sound of it, as it were.

“Do we have to do that though? Nobody said anything about doing something like jumping jacks in the costumes, we just said we would be in any costume of your choosing,”

“Alright then. No jumping jacks. It was just a suggestion anyway,” Mira said and slurped her milk in a way that annoyed Devon.

Or maybe it was the devilish smirk on her face that annoyed her -Devon couldn’t really say.

“Can you just tell us what costumes you picked. I want to know my fate already,” Jackie said. She muttered the last few words under her breath.

“Oh sure, I’d love to,” Mira cheered and clapped as she spoke.

“Okay so first off, I chose the Barbie for…,”

“For who?” Talia asked, hoping with fingers crossed that she was going to get the Barbie because like Mira, she thought it was the prettiest costume in the futuristic room.

“Anne!” Mira cheered as if she was giving an award at the Oscars.

“Me? Uhm, okay,” Anne said, rather pleased. “I wanted to be the dolphin, but being Barbie would be quite sexy and pretty,”

“Sure. And not to worry, ladies, there’s a dolphin on my list,”

“Yeah?” Anne said.

“But it’s not for you, Anne. Jackie will be in the dolphin,”

“Hmm. Not bad, I guess,”

“Hmm. Guess again. Didn’t you see the small space that was in that thing the last time we were outside? If you don’t choke in there then you might drown in the swimming pool,” Talia said.

“My bet is on drowning,” Devon laughed.

“Devon, dearest,”

“Uh-oh,”

“Guess what I picked for you. You are going to loooove it,” Mira said.

“What?” Devon said without looking up. She poked her eggs wickedly with the silver fork in her hand and waited for her own share of judgement.

“Mr Octopus,”

“What the fuck, Mira! What the actual…,”

“Hmm, hmm,” Anne cleared her throat to warn Devon, subtly.

“I’m sorry, do you have a problem with my decision?” Mira asked.

“No,” Devon said rather calmly. “None at all,” she wore a sweet looking smile to show that she was okay, but her actions against the poor eggs on her plate said otherwise.

They were divided into many miserable pieces and it was so bad that if you gathered them together they would look like solid vomit.

“Okayyy, while we get the fork away from Devon, why don’t you tell us about the last costume you picked,” Talia said and literally dragged the fork out of Devon’s grip.

“Oh that’s the classic Metropolis robot,”

“Really, Mira,” Talia’s facial expression changed from sad to very sad in a split second.

“You would have preferred the gonk droid?”

“I think your first choice is a great choice, thank you,” Talia laughed dryly.

“Great! Now that we all are on the same page, I think we can go ahead and start our day, yes?”

“How about I end your life?” Devon muttered.

“Sorry?” Mira said.

“She said, how about I mend your….wife!” Talia said with a grin. “She’s probably had too much eggs that’s why she’s talking nonsense, isn’t that right, Devon?”

“Right. Too much eggs,”

Mira ignored the weird ‘couple’ -Talia and Devon. The other four girls carried their dishes to the kitchen and Talia even offered to help Mira so she didn’t have to go to the kitchen with them.

“You’re too kind,” Mira said.

The four walked into the kitchen with smiles on their faces but heaviness in their hearts. When they got away from Mira’s hearing space, Devon poured out most of the anger -not all- that she had been storing up during breakfast.

“Can one of you tell me why we’re trying so hard to please Mira? Why can’t we air our grievances?!”

“Shhh!”

“Don’t shushh me, just answer my question, damn it,”

“Look. We just have to persevere for today and you can’t ruin it, Devon. She has to be satisfied with everything. We agreed to do what she says and if we go against that it means we’ll still owe her,” Talia said.

“But,”

“No buts, Devon, Talia is right. And it might not be so bad after all,”

“Says the girl who got the Barbie,” Devon said. “You’re going to be walking pretty all day, what have you got to lose,”

“Who says Octopuses aren’t pretty?” Anne asked with a mocking look on her face and the other girls burst into laughter.

“Ha ha, very funny,” Devon folded her arms and frowned.

“Like I said, Devon, it might not be totally bad. I mean what’s the worse that could actually happen?”

“I don’t know…,”

“Exactly,” Anne cut in.

“Let’s just go out and get the day over with,”

“It’s time, ladies. Meet me upstairs okay?” Mira poked her head beside the kitchen door to call the girls out, then went away.

They quickly did the dishes and followed behind her upstairs.

“I am going to be fine. I am going to be fine,” Devon muttered as she walked behind the Talia.

“Of course you are,” Talia laughed. “It’s not a death sentence or something,”

They walk into the first room with Mira; it was the room with the futuristic theme. They took a quick long around and noticed that some costumes had been moved from their original location; that’s probably because Mira had spent some time in here last night and she must have moved a thing or two while she was trying to see which costume to choose.

“So Talia, this is yours. Hoooo,” she pretended to make the heavenly sound for an incoming Angel as she pointed at the Metropolis robot with both hands and wavering fingers.

“Yay?” Talia looked at the robot and the gonk droid that stood beside it.

She was starting to feel gratitude towards Mira for actually having mercy on her and choosing the Metropolis robot and not the gonk droid; at least the Metropolis robot looked female and rather sexy. She walked towards the costume and started to examine it; first with her eyes, then with her hands.

“Why does the robot look like it was made of real metal?” Anne said from behind Talia.

“It sure feels like it too. It has a sturdy texture. Here, touch it,” Talia moved away from the robot to give Anne enough room to examine it.

Moving closer to the robot, Anne started to let her hands roam over and finally knocked on it, causing a hollow, metallic sound.

“Whoa. It feels more like an actual robot than a costume,”

“I know, right? You uncle really went all out,”

“How do you get in though? I can’t seem to find any open parts or a zipper like on the animal costumes,”

“Let me see,” Jackie said.

She examined the robot from side to side in search of a way in, or an inlet that one could use to get into the robot, but she couldn’t find any.

“Are you sure it’s a costume and not just a prop?”

“Well it’s in a room filled with costumes,” Anne said and Mira giggled behind the girls, but they ignored her.

“But there’s nothing here to open it. Hmmmm,” Jackie groaned as she held onto one edge of the robot and tried to rip it open.

“What are you doing, Jackie?”

“Trying…to. Open…the damn robot,”

This time Mira couldn’t hold herself. She started laughing and she laughed for an awkwardly long time, so that the girls focus turned from the robot to Mira to see if she was doing okay.

“You girls look and sound like amateurs. There’s no obvious inlet or outlet for the robot. To get into it you’ll obviously have to undo the screws and take it apart,”

“Oh,”

“Duh. We knew that,” Anne scoffed.

“Uh-huh,” Mira gave her a ‘you-don’t-fool-me’ look.

“Whatever. You’ve been here longer than the rest of us and you’ve had enough time to study the costumes better,”

“Yen. Yen. Yen. I’m a genius and you are not,”

“Oh yeah?”

“Totally,”

“Okay why don’t you tell us what we are going to use to undo the screws. It’s definitely not going to be our teeth,”

“Hmm,” Mira paused.

She knew they had to undo the screws, but as for the ‘how’, she hadn’t quite figured that out yet.

“We’re waiting, Miss genius,”

“Fine, I admit, I don’t know. Besides I already solved the first part of the problem, you girls should also think of something,”

“Hey, what’s that?” Jackie called and the girls followed her gaze to a little compartment at the back of the throne the robot was sitting on.

“It looks like…,”

“A screwdriver?” Jackie asked.

“Yeah,”

“Problem solved, I guess,”

“Who’s the genius now?” Anne said and Mira rolled her eyes.

It really didn’t bother her what they thought; as long as they got into the costumes she had picked for them; then her day would be made.

Jackie picked up the screwdriver from the compartment. It was easy to reach, because it was a very a shallow area -that’s why Jackie was able to spot the screwdriver in the compartment the moment her eyes got there. The girls studied the screwdriver together and saw that it had a similar retro design as the robot.

“It looks custom made,”

“And it’s an electric screwdriver,”

“That means it’ll definitely undo the screws?”

“Yup,” Anne said.

“Okay lets try to get the robot off the throne so we can start unscrewing. Devon, Talia, will you please do the honors,” Mira said.

“I said please,” Mira said again, batting her eyelashes, when she saw that Devon was reluctant.

“Fine. Talia help me,”

Talia grabbed the legs of the robot while Devon went for the upper body.

“On 3,” Talia said. “3…2…lift!”

At Talia’s call, they both lifted the robot. When they had lifted it mid air, they paused and looked at each other with creased foreheads.

“What’s the matter?” Anne asked when she saw the look on their faces.

“It’s super light,”

“I thought it would be heavier than this,” Talia scoffed. “You know, it being a metallic robot costume. Why the hell did we have to lift it together? Now I feel like a pussy,”

“Pussy? I thought Devon was the irky one,” Mira said.

“She’s starting to rub off on me, I guess,” Talia said as they put the robot on the floor.

“You’re talking like your aren’t head over heels into me,” Devon said, carelessly.

“Do you girls have something to tell us,” Anne said.

“No, shut your butt hole and carry on with the robot,” Devon said with a jokingly serious face.

“Hmm, okay,” Anne squinted her eyes at Devon but looked away eventually.

The girls grabbed the electric screwdriver. It was one of those gun-like ones that were quite handy, but you always had to be cautious when using one or at least know how to handle it, which wasn’t really the case for any of the girls in the room, not even Mira, the genius. Jackie was the one who handled the screwdriver, because she was the one that found it. She studied it for a while until she found its switch.

She had the screwdriver close to her face and pressing the ‘forward’ switch, the screwdriver came on and startled the pee out of her.

“Ahh!”

“Oh my God, Jackie. Why do you have the pointy part to your face? Are you trying to drill a hole in your head?”

“Are you sure there isn’t already a hole in her head?” Talia said, grabbing the electric screwdriver from Jackie’s shaky hands. “Even if you haven’t handled a screwdriver before you must have seen someone do it. Or at least know that the pointy part is not supposed to be in your face, dummy.

You could have hurt yourself,”

“None of your criticism….is helping me right now!” Jackie had her hand in the air as if she was still holding the screwdriver; she was still in shock and she needed to calm down.

“You should probably just stay away for a while,”

“Will do,” Jackie walked few feet behind the girls and sat of the floor with her legs crossed in an ‘X’ and her gaze fixed on thin air -she was looking at something but at the same time, looking at nothing.

Talia was the one with the screwdriver now. She faced the drive tip towards one of the screws on the robot -specifically, the one at the side of the robot head. She fitted the drive tip into the screw, nicely, then she hit the ‘forward’ button for the screwdriver to come on again. She was on that particular screw for a while and nothing was happening; it wasn’t pulling off, instead, it looked like she was ruining the screw because she was applying more pressure on it with every second that passed due to her impatience.

“Why the fuck isn’t this thing working?” She said when she let go of the forward button.

Anne saw where her finger was and when she took it off she saw the word ‘forward’ inscribed on it.

“Try the other button,” Anne said, referring to the reverse button.

“Okay,”

She switched the position of her finger and fit the driver tip of the screwdriver onto the same screw on the head of the robot, then she hit the reverse button.

“I think the pointy thingy is hooked on the screw or something,” she said, loudly.

“Pull back on it,” Anne said.

“Oh okay,”

Talia did as Anne said and she saw that the screw was moving back gradually.

“Ha! It’s working,” Talia said, glad that her hard -handyman- work was paying off.

“Yes!” The girls chorused. Even Jackie got up to take a look.

Talia successfully drove the screw out of its spot and it dropped on the floor. Talia moved on to the next screw, and the one after that, and the one after that. She undid all the screws on the robot’s head and was able to lift the front part of the head away from the rest of the costume.

The back part of the head was still attached to the neck with some more screws, and so Talia undid the screws so that they were able to detach the head of the robot from its neck completely.

Talia moved onto the next part of the robot -the torso. Before Talia began to unscrew, she took a long glance at the length of the torso and a frown settled on her face.

“What is it?” Anne asked.

“The torso is quite long. That means there will be a lot of screws to undo,” Talia said.

“It’s not too long though, it’s just stretching from the neck to the thighs. You know, like a romper,”

“Come on, you’ll be done before you know it,” Anne encouraged the fatigued ‘handyman’.

“Fine,” Talia said and returned to work.

The screws on the torso were all lined up at the edge and she took her time to undo each one of them. It took a lot longer to undo the screws on the torso than the ones on the head, and even with all the screws out, they weren’t able to open up the torso. Like the head, it was attached to the other parts of the robot, the legs and arms. Talia undid the screws joining the torso to the legs and arms to finally detach the torso completely.

“Look at that, we are 60 percent done,” Mira said with her hands clasped together and resting on her chin.

“We?” Talia gave Mira a questioning gaze. “How many screws have you undone?”

“Well,”

“Exactly. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to focus on my job with zero distractions,” Talia said with a proud look on her face.

“Why, I’m sorry, handyman. Don’t let me distract you,”

“Hmph!” Talia pouted and did a thing with her nose that made it wiggle.

The other girls giggled.

Talia picked up the arms of the robot and studied them. Anne and Devon picked the legs to study them also. They were screws at just the inner side of the limbs, but the opposite end was smooth with some kind of a small flexible strip of metal, so that they could be bend open after removing the screws. There also were some rectangular hinges joining the thighs to the legs to form some kind of knee joint, and another hinge on each arm to form an elbow joint. The joints didn’t look like they would give the wearer a very great range of motion once inside. Even the hands and feet were attached to the arms and legs of the robot respectively and couldn’t be removed like the limbs from the torso.

“Talia take a break from unscrewing, you’ve done enough. Let’s get you into the parts that have been unscrewed first,” Mira said.

“Hmm, okay. I guess there’s nothing else for handyman Talia to do then,” Talia said, sounding rather disappointed.

“I thought you were tired of unscrewing,”

“I was starting to get the hang of it and I kinda liked it,”

“While you busy your mind with your handyman dreams,” Mira said as she picked the back half of the torso. “Why don’t you let us fit you into your costume for the day,” “Hmm okay. I deserve to be babied after all my hard work anyway,” Talia said and stretched her arms wide apart, waiting to be kitted up like they do those royal knights in historical movies.

Mira placed the back half of the torso on the floor and asked Talia to lay down on it. As the girls saw the parts of the robot they noticed it had some kind of wetsuit material on the inside, even though the outer part was metallic.

“Are you sure you want to be in this costume with clothes on, Talia,” Mira said. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, I’m just being kind. The material inside it looks like it will cause a lot of heat for you, but if you don’t mind,”

“I mind,” Talia interrupted. “Just give me a minute,”

She took off her top slowly, revealing the red bra underneath. She then bent over to take off her khaki pants and as she did so, her boobs came out of the bra, just a little, but enough to grab Devon’s attention. When she took off her pants, she walked back to where Mira had placed the back of the robot torso, so that the other girls could now see her butt cheeks in between the single pant line of the red G-string she had on. They bounced effortlessly as she strut away and when she got to where Mira was, she laid down with her back against the torso. Mira was about to pick up the front part of the torso to place it on top of Talia but Devon interrupted.

“Wait,”

“What is it, Devon?”

“Let me,”

“Uh. Let you do what exactly?”

“Let me do the fitting. I’ll put the costume on her,”

“Okay, but why the sudden…”

“Do you really have to question everything? Just give me that,” Devon said and grabbed the front part of the torso from Mira.

“You are a very weird person,”

“I like to take that as a compliment,” Devon said, unfazed.

She knelt beside Talia who was on the floor lying inside the back half on the torso, patiently waiting to be sealed in her robot costume. Devon placed the front part of the torso on top of her and began to arrange it in a way that the screw holes on the back and the ones on the front part of the torso would be on the same line so the screws would fit easily. As she moved the torso up and down -in order to place it right- Talia’s boobs moved too because they were right under the front torso that Devon was moving. Talia caught Devon stealing side glances at her boobs from time to time. She even saw her lick her lips, but she decided not to say anything so the other girls wouldn’t call Devon names. For some reason she got used to protecting Devon -hiding her weird habits- even since their time inside the zebra.

“When will you screw me?” Talia asked and looked into Devon’s eyes.

She saw lust burning in her eyes.

“Screw you?”

“I mean, put the screws in their holes?”

“Right. Uh. Right now, actually. I think the torso is placed right now,”

“Hmm-hm,” Talia said with a ‘I-know-what-you’re-doing’ look on her face.

“Fine, screw me please,” Talia said softly; her voice smooth like cum sliding down the lips of a girl after a blowjob.

It was funny how Talia and Devon were saying one thing to each other, but meaning something else and the other girls didn’t notice at all. They were sure having a swell time, the horny two.

“Can you please pass the screwdriver?” Devon said to Anne.

“When she got a hold of it, she sat on Talia’s lap with her legs on both sides of Talia’s half naked body and began to screw. She started from the neck of the torso so that the back of her hands were rubbing parts of Talia’s breast at first. It tingled -mostly for Talia- and she smiled. The pleasure on her face was enough entertainment for Devon; she mirrored Talia’s smile. She fixed about four screws on each side of the torso, but trouble came when she got to the fifth.

“Hmm,” Talia moaned and Devon smiled some more.

She thought Talia was moaning from pleasure but it was the very opposite.

“Ouch!” Talia couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Are you okay down there?” Anne asked.

That was when Devon knew it was something else. Their games of coded languages were over.

“It’s too tight. It’s just too tight, please let me out,” Talia cried, wiggling inside the costume, trying to find an avenue for her compressed lungs to breathe.

“So? The bird costume was too tight but I managed to stay in it anyway,” Mira said.

“Oh please,”

“No,” Mira pouted.

“Ugh! Fine. You baby,” Talia was pissed but her fate was sealed; so it seemed.

Devon went on to screw the sides of the robot. Towards the end, she saw that she couldn’t piece the front and back of the torso together; it just wouldn’t cover Talia’s sides.

“I really don’t think this will work,” Devon said.

“Of course, it will,” Mira said and she approached Talia.

She offered to stand on top of the torso so as to apply enough force to join the front and back pieces of the torso together, so Devon could get them screwed together.

“For heaven’s sake, Mira. You’re too heavy. Get off of me!” Talia said when Mira mounted the torso.

“Just hold on, Talia, I’m trying to help. I’ll get off as soon as Devon is done screwing you,”

Devon still had to forcefully screw Talia into the torso and she could feel how every additional screw was compressing Talia even more. It was becoming nearly unbearable for Talia, but Mira gave Devon no choice, but to screw on till the very last screw. When she was finished with the last screw, Talia felt like she was tucked in like a sardine in a can.

“I want out. I want out,” Talia cried and rolled around the little she could, but her movement was very limited thanks to the rigid robot torso and it looked a lot like a bug struggling on it’s back, but Mira of course didn’t agree to let her out.

Instead, she gave Devon the robot arms to get started with. Devon grabbed one arm and saw that it was still in a single piece; the screws at the side were still closed.

“What? Get me in this fucking costume already. The sooner I am in, the sooner I can get out again.” Talia said when she saw Devon’s pondering face.

“You might have to wait a little while we unscrew the arms,”

“A little what? Oh, for heaven’s sake! I need to get up from here as soon as possible to get some air,”

“I know, but you’ll just have to be patient,” Devon said as she grabbed the screwdriver to undo all the screws on the side of the arm and then prying it open with some force.

When she was done, she carefully wrapped the open arm of the robot around Talia’s arm, which was easier said than done, since it was all in one piece from the shoulder to the finger tips.

After getting Talia’s arm in, Devon started to press the edges of the robot arm together, so that she could get the screws in.

“It’s a good thing, that you don’t have very muscular arms Talia, otherwise it would have been a lot harder to get those arms closed around you,” Devon teased.

Talia didn’t comment on that, since she was still short on breath from being put in the torso that in her opinion was several sizes to small for her and so she gave Devon just an annoyed look.

Getting all the screws on the arm closed was rather easy after the ordeal with the torso and Devon soon finished getting both arms on Talia.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, you are really starting to look like a robot. Only the legs and head to go.”

“You’re taking forever to do this thing,”

“And you’ve been whining since forever,” Anne said. “Just let her finish already,”

“Pff,”

Devon started to unscrew one leg the same way she unscrewed the arms. The screws ran from the thighs down to robot feet, so she had a lot more screws to do this time.

Meanwhile Talia, who was still lying on the floor, started to examine her “new” arms. She noticed at once that the range of motion of her robot arms was nowhere near her human arms.

Thanks for the hinge, that was a sad excuse for an real elbow, she was unable to rotate her lower arm at all. The hinge only allowed some up and down motion of her lower arms and even for that she hat to overcome a lot of friction caused by the hinge. She finally managed to get her arm high enough from the ground, that she was able to see her robot hand. What she saw, didn’t make her happy at all. The hand was more like a mitten and had no separate fingers at all, except for the thump that was spread apart slightly. The whole thing was a solid piece of metal with no moving parts. It was very obvious, that she wouldn’t be able to grab anything with these hands, let alone getting out of the damn robot without help.

Talia was finally finished unscrewing the leg and started to put Talia’s leg in the half open leg of the robot. Just as she was about to screw, Jackie stopped her.

“Devon wait!”

“What is it, Jackie? What the hell is it?” Talia said, almost crying but Jackie snubbed her.

“Look at the robot leg, it is longer than Talia’s. Her foot isn’t even in the foot of the robot. Isn’t that going to be a problem, I mean how will she walk like this? I can’t even imagine it,”

“They are? ” Talia asked with a lot of hope in her heart that the answer to her question would be ‘yes’. She had already noticed that something wasn’t right, when Devon had wrapped the robot leg around her own leg. She had to point her foot strangely down, forming a line with her shin not a 90 degree angle like she expected.

She moved her toes and tried to feel the foot at the end of the robot’s leg with them but truly, she could only feel the round shin of the robot. That meant Jackie was right -the legs of the robot were longer than her own legs.

“They are!” Talia cheered and caught a glimpse of Mira’s angry face staring, blankly, at her. “I mean, they are. Huh. Bummer, I was really looking forward to be the robot” Talia said with a fake sad tone.

“I wish they fit but they don’t,” Talia continued. “I guess someone would have to fill in my shoes,”

“Pff!” Jackie stifled a laugh. “Literally,” she said, mocking Talia who was too happy about her escape from the tight robot to react to Jackie’s mockery of her.

“Jackie,”

“Hmm?” Jackie stopped laughing and became quite serious when Mira called her name because she guessed it wasn’t going to be for something good, or something she would like.

Jackie was frozen on the spot, but her eyes moved to look at Mira.

“Why don’t you try the robot?”

“Me?”

“Yes, my dear friend. It doesn’t fit Talia and I think you’re a bit taller."

“Yes, I definitely agree with Mira,”

“Uh. Since when do you agree with Mira, Talia?”

“It doesn’t really matter, Jackie. Just get in here like the wicked witch of the west asked you too,”

Talia said -whispering her last lines- as Devon started to unscrew her.

Devon started with the screws on the arm of the robot but Talia stopped her immediately.

“What the heck are you doing?” Talia asked.

“Uhm, I’m about to unscrew you?”

“I can see that, but why are you starting with the arms? Please start with the fucking torso, it’s compressing the life out of my lungs,”

“Okay, fine. Quit whining already,” Devon said as she began to undo the screws at the sides of the torso.

“Can you please hurry up, I am really in pain here”

Devon started from the bottom of the torso, taking the screws out one after the other. It felt like with each screw that went out, Talia was able to just get a little more air in her lungs; she was going from pain to relief. After Devon had undone all the screws on the left side of the torso, Talia could breathe again almost normal again and she was starting to draw some really deep breathes. Then Devon did the same to the screws on the right hand side of the torso, finally being able to lift the front part of the torso from Talia’s body, which had taken on some odd red coloration in some places. She was sure, that those would develop some nasty bruises later.

Talia wanted nothing more than to rub those spots to relief some of the pain, but her arms and hands were still trapped in those of the robot and they just didn’t allow that range of motion. “Devon, please get my arms out of those stupid robot arms, I need to scratch some spots on my body, but I just cannot reach them like this.”

Doing as she was told, Devon started to unscrew the screws holding the robot arms together and was soon able to free both of Talia’s arm from their robotic prison. Finally being almost free from the robot costume, Talia, who was still lying on the floor in the back half of the torso, tried to get up, but hat some difficulties doing so. With all the pressure from screwing the two halves of the torso together, it seemed that the back half was stuck to her and her attempts of getting up, looked a lot like a bug on it’s back trying get to it’s feet.

“A little help here please girls, I don’t seem to able to get up on my own.”

Grabbing each one of Talia’s arms, Jackie and Devon were able to pull Talia to her feet without much effort, but the back of the torso was still firmly attached to her by friction alone. All following attempts of Talia to get rid of the final costume piece, proved to be futile, since it still restricted the range of movement on her shoulders and she couldn’t apply enough force to it like this.

“Hmpfff, will this ordeal never end. I almost seems like this damn costume doesn’t want to let me go. Get me out of this” Talia complained, while Mira was watching the whole scene with a smirk on her face.

“Ok, hold still, we are trying to pull the back half of,” Devon said, while taking a hold of both of Talia’s arm from the front and instructing Jackie to grab the back half of the torso.

“Ok. On 3 we will both pull as hard as we can. 1, 2 and 3” Devon exclaimed.

With a sudden plopping sound, the back half disconnected from Talia’s body, sending Devon and Jackie flying in opposite direction, with Jackie finally landing on her butt.

“I am finally free again. Thanks girls. You cannot imagine how tight that damn robot was. I hope nobody…,” Talia said, but stopped mid sentence when she suddenly realized that the end of her ordeal was the start of Jackies ordeal.

“Oh, come on Mira, don’t make me get into the robot. Didn’t you see how hard it was getting Talia in?” Jackie said.

Mira clasped her hands together like she was saying a prayer.

“Jackie, you know my answer already,”

“No. I won’t get in there,” Jackie said and made for the door of the room, but Mira ran after her.

They ran around the room, chasing each other like bunny rabbits. Jackie’s feet were working faster than her mind, apparently, and she didn’t realize when she ran into one of the corners of the room and it happened that she could not escape from Mira.

“I’ve got you now, Jackie. Just do as I say, quit being stubborn,” Mira grabbed Jackie’s hand and pulled her towards Devon.

“Are you both done being children,” Talia, who was kneeling over the robot, said with a hint of fatigue in the tone of her voice.

“Don’t worry, Jackie, you might love it in there,” Devon said “I know I won’t, don’t lie to me,” Jackie said.

“Jackie?” Mira said and Jackie sighed with folded arms and pouting lips.

“Fine. Just screw me,”

Talia and Devon coughed simultaneously and looked at each other when they remembered their own definition of ‘screw’ and the things that occurred while Devon was ‘screwing’ Talia.

They quickly took their gaze away from each other before the other girls noticed something.

Giving in to her fate and wanting to get it over as soon as possible, Jackie got down to the floor and laid in the waiting back half of the torso. Repeating all the steps they had done before on Talia, Devon screwed Jackie in from torso to arms to legs. Luckily the costume was a much better fit on Jackie and they didn’t need to apply as much force trying to close it, but it was still a very tight fit. Therefore she didn’t give as much trouble or complain as much as Talia did before.

“Okay, Robo Jackie, it’s time to get up,”

“Robo Jackie? Really, Devon?”

“What? It just felt right. You’re now a robot and you’re still our sweet little Jackie on the inside,”

Devon said, tapping the breast of the robot.

Jackie rolled her eyes.

“Call me anything but that, please,” Jackie said and tried to get up.

She tried to use her hands to lean on the floor, to serve as a support, to push her up but she noticed that she could not do any of that because the arm was not very flexible and just didn’t move that way; there was only a little degree to which she could bend the elbow from inside the costume. She then tried to lift her upper body with the arms but that was no good either. She fell back to the floor because her weight wasn’t balanced in the robot.

“What the hell are you doing?” Anne said looking rather perplexed.

“What does it look like I’m trying to do, moron?” Jackie said, still trying to lift her upper body off the floor but falling back down. She could only manage to lift her free head and the lower part of her leg a little above the ground but that was it.

“Uh. You look like you’re trying to do a sit up, moron,” Anne responds with more emphasis on her last word.

“Look, I’m trying to get up, okay. But it’s not working,”

“Ugh! Are we going to be here all day or what? Can somebody help her up, please?” Mira said, she was getting bored with the whole show and she just couldn’t wait to move on to the juicer parts of her plan for the day; she had some tricks up her sleeves to show the girls and no doubt, there were all in for a big surprise. Especially Robo Jackie.

The other girls helped Jackie get off the floor and she was finally able to stand up. She looked pretty sexy in the robot; she felt sexy too and she felt the other eyes of the girls on her, admiring her shape. Or the shape of the robot. Either way, she was Robo Jackie and she earned the accolades, the admiration.

It was time to fit in the last piece, the robot head. Devon grabbed the two halves and gave one of them to Anne and the other to Talia to help her keep them in place on Jackie’s head as she screwed the sides together. This didn’t take as long as it did when she screwed the torso, hands and legs, and soon enough, she was done screwing the head together.

“And done!” Devon said and stepped back to look at her hand work. “Looking good, Robo Jackie,”

“Stop. Ca-lling. Me. Ro…Oh. The. Hell,” she said, giving up on Devon.

“What?” Jackie said when she saw everyone staring at her in shock.

“Your voice,” Anne said.

“What. A-bout. It?”

“It sounds….like that of a robot,” Anne laughed. “How come you sound like a robot?” She laughed some more.

“I. Don’t. Know. I….Oh!”

“What?”

“There’s. Some-thing. In. Here. Just. A-round. The. Mouth. A-re-a. Looks. Like. Some. Kind. Of. Panel. Or. What. Do. You. Call. Those. Thiiings?”

“Do you mean like an electrical panel board? That green flat board that has some kind of wires on them,”

“Yes! E-xact-ly,”

“Oh, I did see that while I was screwing in the head of the robot,”

“Yeah, I saw it too but I didn’t think it was a voice changer,” Anne said and laughed.

Jackie turned her head towards Anne is a slow, robotic manner; it made a squeaky sound and it bounced a little -left and right- when she stopped turning.

Anne coughed.

“I still think you sound great, Robo Jackie,”

“Argh!” Jackie yelled and tried to chase Anne. “Stop. Ca-lling. Me. Thaaat!”

Anne picked to her feet when she saw the robot approaching her. She was faster, no doubt. Jackie could barely take more than one step in 4 seconds. It was one patient, squeaky robot step after the other.

“This is the best thing I’ve seen today,” Talia laughed.

She also wished she was the one in the robot because Jackie looked cool with all her robotic moves, but she passed when she thought of how suffocating it would have been for her. She had bigger boobs than Jackie: that was probably why Jackie was able to bear staying inside the robot.

Jackie, on the other hand, stopped chasing Anne. There was no point -there was no way she was going to catch her in the robot costume.

“You. Can. Go. Free. Now. But. You’re. So Going. To. Get. It. When. I. Get. Out. Of. This. Costuuume,” Robo Jackie said in her robot voice.

“Whatever,” Anne laughed and stuck her tongue out.

“Now that you both have gotten that out of your systems, let’s move to the next costume, shall we?” Mira said, standing prestigiously like the Queen of England while making her request.

“Yes, your majesty,” Devon bowed and the other girls giggled.

Part 4