Where have you "wound up" now?

With no warning, you black out suddenly and slump to the floor. Everything around you fades into blackness . . . .

When you wake up, you find yourselves in a strange room. You are still wearing your French maid costume, but your instincts tell you that something about you is now much different than it was moments ago. There are four queen-size beds with pink, frilly comforters. You, in fact, are sitting on the edge of one of these beds. Next to each bed is an equally pink dresser, and a nightstand with a white, lacy cover.

Curious, you try to stand up to look and see what is in the dresser drawers. One problem, though: You cannot move a muscle!

A door opens off to your right. Three women who look like they stepped right out of Playboy Magazine sexily walk into the room. Each one is wearing a unique costume. There is a blonde dressed in a poufy version of a cowgirl-themed cheerleading costume. She is wearing a white sequin-covered stetson hat. Her red cowgirl dress has a white belt, a very short skirt held up by white petticoats, and is sleeveless. Light skin-toned pantyhose make her legs look incredibly sexy. On her feet are sparkly white boots.

The next girl is also a blonde, but is wearing a schoolgirl costume. She has a plaid, red-and-black skirt, white knee-high stockings, black maryjane shoes, and a white blouse that leaves her flat stomach completely exposed and does little to cover her boobs. A pair of red ribbons are holding up the pigtails on the back of her head.

The last girl, a brunette, is wearing a harlequin-like ballerina costume. Her stiff, short tutu skirt is a mixture of black and white edged with a tiny pink lace. Her tights are a solid black. The bodice, like the skirt, is black and white and has the same pink lace around the neckline and around her shoulders. Her lovely brown hair is done up in a cute bun.

What catches your attention the most, however, is not so much what these women are wearing. It is the object that is sticking out the back of each of them: A large key of some sort. In fact, you realize that each of these women walks in an odd, mechanical way.

The women walk over to you and turn your body toward the left. The brunette in the tutu reaches for something on your back. You feel something odd on your insides, and you hear a strange "clicking" movement. The truth dawns on you.

[I]They're wind-up dolls! I'm a wind-up doll![/I] you think in amazement.

Written by an anonymous author

You can move again . . . but what is she doing to the cowgirl?

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