A porcelain prison (day two thousand one hundred and fifty three)

Part eight of my tale about the unfortunate Doctor Black. I will respond to comments in character, feel free to ask questions or suggest things to Natasha, Doctor Black or Doctor Grey (now Kathy). You never know, it might influence the next instalment. These are the scientific notes of Doctor Jacob Black, written by his assistant Natasha Roberts due to Doctor Black’s current status.

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Misunderstanding

Natasha checked around, luckily nobody was around. She looked down and whispered to the bodice of her dress.
(Natasha) “How do you feel Katie? Everything okay?”
(Katie) “Apart from being a wedding dress? Yeah, everything is peachy…”
(Natasha) “You’re not still angry at me are you? It was a simple misunderstanding”
(Katie) “Why are you still trying to keep up this pretence? You knew very well what I meant…”
(Natasha) “Look, Katie I’m sorry… I honestly forgot your Birthday last month, then when I asked how I could make it up to you, you said ‘Just use your magic and make me something’. How was I meant to know you meant you wanted me to magic up a present…”
(Katie) “And how is being your wedding dress a present for me exactly?”
(Natasha) “It isn’t, I thought you wanted to be an object and I needed a wedding dress… Anyway, in a couple of hours the ceremony will be over and I can get changed at the reception”
(Katie) “Great… Hanging in a bag again… I get to have all the fun”
(Natasha) “Want me to keep you on for tonight?”
(Katie) “Since its likely my last chance to see a naked guy… I think I want to… Even if it is your husband”

Accidental ensemble

Natasha’s skirt fluttered around her thighs, her top wiggled a little, her tights squeezed her legs, the laces in her shoes tightened and loosened themselves a little, her panties pushed themselves against her sex as her bra lightly fondled her breasts all of this happening while a happy humming sound emanated from her top. Natasha looked a little shocked, then smiled.
(Natasha)”Having fun, Chase?”
(Chase)”Yeah, its been so long since I could move or speak… How long has it actually been since you wore me?”
(Natasha)”I wear you nearly everyday, Chase”
(Chase)”I know you wear parts of me most days. I meant to ask, how long has it been since you wore my ensemble?”
(Natasha)”Um… I think it was a couple of years ago”
(Chase)”I’m guessing you put me together for a reason? What do you need to talk about?”
(Natasha)”Actually I forgot these were your tights… I kind of put you back together by mistake… I’m just getting dressed for a party”
(Chase)”Oh, well you don’t want a talking outfit at a party… You should find some other tights or change my heels… Those 6 inch pumps go well with the rest of me or maybe wear that cute pink blouse to add a little colour”
(Natasha)”You’re right, I am going to have to change at least one part to silence you… But there is a whole two hours before the party and what you are doing with your panties and bra feels really good”
(Chase)”Then I will do my best to please you, Natasha. I won’t stop until my panties are soaked. You should replace my lingerie part with that sexy red lingerie that Garry bought you for valentines day. I know how much that turns him on, I expect my parts to be strewn around the house as he strips me off of you after the party.”
Natasha moaned as the panties and bra she was wearing doubled its efforts, she laid down on the bed and squirmed as her outfit ravaged her in the most delightful way.

Two of a kind

I don't believe this, is that you Scott? Chase? Yeah, you had yourself made into a petticoat for Natasha's birthday?! Thats what we agreed... Why are you a petticoat as well? No... I was meant to be the petticoat, you were meant to be a dress! Can't you get it reversed and get made into a dress instead? No, you will have to get reversed... I chose the permanent option. That could be a problem then... Why? I chose the permanent option too... We had better hope Natasha really likes petticoats then.

(Chase) I don’t believe this, is that you Scott?
(Scott)Chase?
(Chase)Yeah, you had yourself made into a petticoat for Natasha’s birthday?!
(Scott)Thats what we agreed… Why are you a petticoat as well?
(Chase)No… I was meant to be the petticoat, you were meant to be a dress!
(Scott)Can’t you get it reversed and get made into a dress instead?
(Chase)No, you will have to get reversed… I chose the permanent option.
(Scott)That could be a problem then…
(Chase)Why?
(Scott)I chose the permanent option too…
(Chase)We had better hope Natasha really likes petticoats then.

One from the archives

This photograph is from the archives of one of the largest Witches covens in the UK and appears to show three generations of Witches.
The words below are hand written on the reverse of the photograph.
“From left to right, Samantha and her fiancé Frank, Samantha’s mother Deborah with her husband Graham and Samantha’s grandmother Julia and her husband David”
Since we can see no men in the picture we can only assume they are either the dresses the Witches are wearing or the stockings they are putting on, sadly we will likely never know.