I lay on a

table, the kind they use for giving

exams, naked in a dark room, while

a woman gave me a manicure/pedicure

thing and started painting my nails.

Softly unidentifiable music played in the

background. It was supposed to be

relaxing. She kept painting my

nails though, layer after layer of

hard sticky film and then I realized

shewas painting up my fingers and toes

and they got all stiff and stuck

together and I tried to move but

my hands and feet were heavy

from the polish and I was

sedated by the perfumed vapors

and thestirrups held me in place. I

tried to scream but my voice just

blended right into thev music.

The woman kept painting and painting,

up my legs, down my arms, around

and around my torso until my

entire body was covered in feminine

shellac and my pores tightly

sealed in maximum girliness and I

suffocated deep inside it.