an elegant silk ball gown with lace petticoats, coloured in shades of red that complemented the box.
But when Amanda tried to pull the dress from the box, it became clear just what was attaching the costume to the box itself. Beneath the petticoats, Amanda discovered a strange length of material that looked like a large stocking and followed it to the point where it was firmly attached to the bottom of the box. Around the inside of the stocking had been woven a length of spring so that when worn it would give the impression of a spring against the wearer's own legs.
Amanda looked up at me, her intrigue evident.
"Well," I said, "hurry up and climb inside!"
Amanda stripped down to her underwear and then decided that the shoulderless dress would look better without her bra, which joined the rest of her clothes in a hasty pile on the floor by the box. Once the lid was open, we found that it would remain so on its own and I was able to help Amanda into the costume.
The dress unbuttoned at the back and soon she had her legs inside the stocking and her feet firmly in the bottom of the box. The fabric hugged her legs tightly and showed off her curves very well, but the spring gave her a slightly comical appearence that strangely didn't detract from her allure. Soon the back of the dress was buttoned up and Amanda gathered up the edge and pulled it back to reavel her legs held together by the single stocking. She giggled as she pretended to sway back and forth on the imaginary spring and then waved a mock goodbye as she crouched down and closed the lid behind her.
I waited for a minute or two and was well rewarded when the lid of the box burst open and Amanda popped up before me. The dress showed her off very well and its wide coats floated up to cover the box entirely.
But then a look of shock crossed her face as she seemed to overbalance first forwards and then fell backwards, her arms windmilling desperatly as she went down. Amanda landed in a heap on the floor and I was quick to see that she wasn't hurt.
"You jumped up too quickly?" I asked.
"No, my legs just went out from under me...they feel like jelly."
I decided that this was more serious than preserving Amanda's diginity and so I rifled through her petticoats until I found her legs underneath. At least they had been legs, instead I found that while they were solid enough, there was no distinction between them and they yielded like rubber when my hand touched them. I followed them down to the point where they joined the bottom of the box and realised that Amanda and it were now one and the same thing.
"I can feel it," Amanda said as she followed my train of thought, "like it's a part of me!"
I reagarded her with a quizzical look as I pondered what to do next.