The experiments

         You finally reawaken quite a while later, recovered fully from the fiend’s diabolical surgical procedure. And yet, things seem qualitatively different now. Immediately, you realize that, while you can feel yourself moving your arms and legs around, you don’t see them. Looking around, you then discover that your limbs have been totally, cleanly removed, so that you are a helpless torso atop some bedsheets, probably still in the mansion of your crackpot neighbor. It’s when you then look over to a creepy-looking doll figure staddling a chair next to the bed that you realize that it’s arms and legs are moving! Those are YOUR arms and legs, wobbling around from your attempts to move! On a doll! While you are reduced to a defenseless body on the bed! To your further chagrin, you realize that you are swaddled in a thick padded diaper, which turns out to be prudent, as you literally wet the diaper a little when the full horrifying reality of your predicament is finally comprehended.

         You start screaming madly, “Oh my God! What have you done to me?!? HELP! HELP ME! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! HELLO!”, at which point you hear your mother’s voice and that of the maniac, as they enter the room. Only, when you gaze up at them, you see that it’s your crazy neighbor, and he’s holding your mother’s head by her hair as he walks in, then casually tosses her head onto the bed with you! You and your mom are screaming in utter horror at each other, and the mad scientist is himself cackling with glee as he leaves you two, totally helpless atop his big four-poster bed, while your limbs flail around uselessly on the doll, which only sends your mom’s head into renewed hysterics.

         The madman returns a bit later, now in his pajamas and ready for bed. He joins the two of you as you roll around in place uselessly atop the soft bedsheets, and explains, “As you can see, I am a certifiable genius at the art of body-manipulation. It also just so happens that I have a sadistic streak with certain peculiar desires. While in the course of my experiments into body-manipulation I happen to choose a victim or two to continue my own private after-hours experiments on, wouldn’t it still be worth it for the other advances I am making down in my laboratory with the rest of your family in the name of medical science?”

         “No! No, it wouldn’t! Please! For God’s sake! Have mercy on us! Give us our bodies back! You can’t leave us like this!” cries your mom’s head next to you on the bed, as you also plead for his mercy, afraid of what he might have in mind for you two for the rest of this nightmarish evening.

         Now seated looming over you on the bed-sheets, he tickles you both under your chins while he explains that, of your immediate family unit, his physiological tests showed that you and your mother are the two most-sensitive and suffer the worst from ticklishness; a debility which he enjoys exploiting for his own deviant gratification. “I see from your delightful reactions that I chose wisely!” he laughs, as he next decides to: