Katja 13: Boxing Katja (M/f -/f)

[Jenny_1972]

This is part of a growing series of Katja stories:

Katja 00: Prolog 1 - Early Signs viewtopic.php?t=23922
Katja 00: Prolog 2 - When TUGs were simple viewtopic.php?t=23905
Katja 01: What's a collar without a leash? viewtopic.php?t=23816
Katja 02: Making the shopping mall less boring viewtopic.php?t=23853
Katja 03: A question of peg and chain viewtopic.php?t=23881
Katja 04: Caged Birds Do Sing viewtopic.php?t=23931
Katja 05: How not to dance viewtopic.php?t=23950
Katja 06: A Bald Decision viewtopic.php?t=23963
Katja 07: The Big Red viewtopic.php?t=23977
Katja 08: Grandma's Wooden Spoon viewtopic.php?t=24038
Katja 09: Enjoy the Silence viewtopic.php?t=24055
Katja 10: Among Sheep viewtopic.php?t=24067
Katja 11: Reading Tolkien viewtopic.php?t=24096
Katja 12: All about David viewtopic.php?t=24109
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Katja 13: Boxing Katja

The question which forbidden movies Katja and David had seen on his parents' streaming account still remained unanswered. Finally Katja admitted to me that one of them was 'Boxing Helena'. (If you don't know: it's the story of a crazy admirer that captures a girl and amputates her arms and legs so that she can no longer escape him.)

F: "If it wasn't for David and you, I'd say an unexpected choice. What did you make of it?" I asked

K: "Weird and extreme. David and I discussed afterwards whether the actress who played Helena was indeed a quadruple amputee. That was David's opinion, I said she was a normal woman and they had just used clever props and camera perspectives."

F: "As far as I know you are right, she still has both arms and legs. And you see her intact at the beginning of her ordeal."

K: "David even considered maybe they paid her enough that she agreed to have her arms and legs amputated."

F: "That's indeed an extreme theory!"

K: "But I wonder how they did it."

An online search soon gave us some movie stills showing Helena seemingly without arms and legs. She was sitting like for presentation for her admirer in a half open box.

F: "Let's assume this lady still has all her natural limbs, where could she hide them?"

K: "She doesn't really sit on the bottom of the box. Between her bum and the bottom is enough space for her lower legs and feet. And the hem of her dress perfectly hides her knees."

F: "Right, agreed."

K: "And the left and right side wall of this strange box are thicker than necessary. Thick enough to slide her arms into. Again the short puff sleeves of her dress hide how her shoulders really end. That's it!"

F: "Well done. Pays off that you watch and discuss every magician show."
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K: "David's parents have agreed that he will visit me here next Saturday. Wouldn't it be great if I could demonstrate to him how this trick works?"

F: "What do you mean?"

K: "Building such a box can't be that difficult. We could do it in Grandpa's workshop. And in the attic above the workshop are all kinds of planks, boards, etc. Regarding the dress, I think I saw a similar one recently at the second hand store in the village."

F: "I guess you have it all thought through and resistance is futile?"

K: "Thanks, Daddy, you're awesome!"

Later that evening I was sitting behind my computer.

F: "Katja, have you ever tried CAD?"

K: "Isn't that some old computer graphics?"

F: "Not exactly. You use the computer to construct something exactly to scale - house, cars, or something like your Helena box. Come, I'll show you."

I showed her how to operate the software and with a few mouse clicks we assembled the box - at least on the screen.

F: "Lets start with a cube shaped box. The final box will have different width, height and depth, but this we can adjust later when we have taken your exact measurements. Now lets remove the front and the top of this cube, so we get an open box. The front and top we can reuse to double up the left and right side walls. Your arms will disappear between the inner and outer sidewall."

K: "Can we make the sidewalls higher, slightly above my shoulders?"

F: "Then we must cut an opening in the inner panels to slide your shoulders in. No problem with CAD."

I showed Katja how to make D-shaped opening in the two panels.

K: "And finally the false floor I will be sitting on."

F: "Indeed. It will be somewhere above the actual floor. But we don't know the height and the length yet."

K: "That was quick."

F: "That's why engineers use it. But we have forgotten the panels to close the openings once your inside. We need left front and top, right front and top and a bigger one in front of your knees."

Next step was taking measurements: I made Katja knee down in a corner of her room, resting her bum on her heels, her back and feet at the rear wall, shoulder, arm and hip at the side wall.
Then I measured:
- from the back wall to her knee caps - that's the depth of the box
- from shoulder to shoulder - that's the outer width of the box
- width of her chest - that's the inner width of the box
- height of her shoulder - that's the height of the box
Finally I wedged a big cutting board from the kitchen between her upper and lower legs - that gave me the dimensions and position of the sitting board.
Lastly I measured her shoulder joints to get width and height of the D-shaped openings.
With this information we updated our CAD model and I added some wooden bars for reinforcement to our construction.

Katja wanted me to print out the plans so we could take them to Grandpa's workshop tomorrow.
But I said "I know the worn out buzz saw and the worm-eaten boards one finds there. Lets have everything cut to measure at the hardware store."

K: "But won't this take too long? After all David will come on Saturday already."

F: "Let's see, if we send them the CAD plans it might actually go very fast."

Indeed, I called them on Tuesday morning, emailed them our plan, and they promised to have everything ready the next morning.

In between Katja and I visited the second hand store. Katja was lucky, that green velvet dress she had seen was still there, at a very reasonable price. Katja tried it on. The dresses hem was too long and it seemed to wide. The shop owner was a little surprised that she tried it on in a kneeling position but didn't ask. "The dress has a corsage. You can tie it as tight as you need." she explained. "And Grandma can shorten the dress as you need it." I added. The puff sleeves were perfect. We both felt we had made a bargain.

The hardware store was true to its word and on Wednesday morning I could collect all the parts. While I was there I also bought some mahagony-colored paint. At home we started to assembles Katja's personal 'Helena Box'. With two cordless drills fully charged and everything computer designed and cut to measure this took less than an hour.

"Let's see how I fit." Katja urged.

She knelt down and scooted slowly backwards till her feet and her bum reached the rear panel. The hollow of her knees was almost at the front edge of the seat panel. Someone had done a good job measuring! Then she righted herself up a little and slid her arms between the double sidewalls. Finally she sat back down and let her armpits rest in the D-shaped openings.

K: "Your measurements were dead-on, daddy."

F: "How can you cope with that position?"

K: "Quite well, let's see for how long."

F: "Shall I close you in?"

K: "Yes, after all we don't have much time to make any adjustments."

F: "We haven't decided on hinges or locks for the cover panels, so for the time being I can only close them with screws. If you get panic or feel cramps I will get you out immediately."

K: "That's okay, Daddy, as long as you stay around."

I took the front and top panels for the left and right sidewall and fixed them with a minimal number of screws. At last I attached the panel in front of her knees.

F: "Are you comfortable, princess Helena?"

K: "I'm okay, Daddy"

F: "Your shoulders already look convincingly amputated. For your legs we must hope for the dress.
Can you move?" I saw her try the little freedom that was left to her.

K: "Only a little. Let's see how I feel in one hour from now."

While Katja was trapped in her box I put away some of the tools, but this didn't occupy me long.

F: "Next step would be to paint the box."

K: "What's hindering you?" Katja asked.

F: "You are hindering me."

K: "But I must know if I can stay boxed long enough. Can't you paint the box with me still inside - at least the outside?"

So I painted the outside of our Helena Box with my daughter still mounted inside. We didn't talk much - I think we both reveled in the absurdity of the situation. When I was done painting I said

F: "So, the paint needs to dry - are you good for the next 24 hours?"

K: "Daddy!" she rolled her eyes

F: "Seriously, we should wait at least 45 minutes more before I disassemble you. Is that okay?"

K: "45 minutes but not more. In the meantime, can we call Grandma regarding the dress?"

I got the phone and when Grandma was on the line held it to Katja's head. She told Grandma what she needed from her: shortening the hem of a dress, shorter in the back than in the front. Right now? No, she was just a little immobile. Tomorrow morning ... and staying for lunch - perfect. blabla. After that call all I could do was literally watching the paint dry.

F: "Princess, should we call that guy from the movie that he didn't have to amputate his girlfriend's limbs? That a few boards of wood and a skillful daddy"

K: "... and modern CAD software ..."

F: "okay ... and modern CAD software would have done the job as well?"

K: "Nah, Daddy, now its too late. He'd only get angry that they've chopped up a perfectly good actress in vain."

When the paint had turned dry to the touch I freed Katja. She moved a little stiff and there were red marks under her armpits. I'd have to adjusted the openings accordingly. Otherwise she was fine. While I prepared dinner she painted the inside of her box.

The next morning after breakfast she took the dress and marched to her Grandma. Shortening the hem of a dress was one of her easiest tasks. When Katja kneed down so Grandma could put in needles where she'd cut the dress she was a little skeptical. Leaving the hem longer in the front and shorter in the back was like ruining a perfectly good dress. Only after Katja pointed out that she could still turn it into a mini dress later, Grandma was willing to take her scissors. She promised to have the dress changed by noon.

I had some work to do in the garden of the cottage, so I could keep an eye on the path up to the farmhouse. Long after noon down from the farmhouse came a wonderful young woman, her short green dress accentuated her hourglass figure, her raven black hair in loose, bouncy curls. Only her familiar pink sneakers told me that this lady had left the cottage as my little princess. Around the farm she wore either practical clothes, or her signature potato sack, or something 'girly' - this was the first time I saw her dressed decidedly feminine. But now some miraculous transformation had befallen her. She walked confidently toward me and when she came close she stretched out her hand, put it under my chin and closed my mouth.

K: "Do you think David will like it?"

F: “No doubt.” (that was the most appropriate answer that came to my mind)

K: "Grandma not only shortened the dress, she also did my hair with her curlers. And she tied the bodice. Then Grandpa helped her to tie it really tight."

F: “You look a lot like Helena. Do you want to try the box?”

I helped her fit into the box. The hem of her dress went over her knees and its puffer sleeves hid perfectly where her shoulders disappeared into the box. I held the panels that would close her in.

F: “We still must add the hinges and locks.”

K: “I think it’s perfect as it is. Let’s continue using screws and have your cordless drill at hand. With hinges and locks we can only mess it up.”

With this encouragement I drilled in the screws into my daughter’s prison. The impression now was overwhelming. Her legs and shoulders had become invisible. Her green dress contrasted nicely with the mahogany color of the box. Her straight back sitting position accentuated her waist. And her black curls… just gorgeous.

F: "A fine addition to any gentleman's salon."

K: “Can you get me a mirror?”

I placed the hall mirror in front of her. She also seemed pleased but of course directed me to rearrange her hair and her dress.

K: “Perfect!” She finally said. “Maybe this will also become my Halloween costume.”

F: “Not exactly practical for trick-or-treating.”

K: “But guaranteed best-of-show at Christie’s annual party. And David will love it, when he comes on Saturday.
Just one thing: we should put the box onto the table then. When it’s on the floor everyone is looking down on me.

F: "Aren't you afraid David will want to take you home when he sees you like this?"

K: "Nah, don't worry Daddy, his parents hardly let him keep a goldfish in his room. Not to mention a full size girl."

With this I released Katja from her self chosen prison. Incredible, we had finished our special father-daughter project one day early - nothing to do on Friday.

On Saturday David was expected to arrive at 13:00. Katja had donned her dress and done her hair by 12:15. At 12:30 she asked me to tighten the laces of her bodice. At 12:40 I screwed the panels shut. At 12:45 I had adjusted her hair and her dress to her satisfaction. Too late I asked her “No Makeup?” But she only grinned and said “Wait and see.”
At 12:55 David and his father arrived. He just dropped David and was gone before we could speak. I opened the door for David. I looked at him, not handcuffed this time, but with a small backpack.

F: "Hello David" I said. He looked at me a little surprised. “Hello Mr. S., where is Katja?”

D: “She’s waiting for you in her room.” I answered and waved in the direction of Katja’s room.

I didn’t want to interfere with their very special tet-a-tet. But I wanted to stay around should Katja need my help for any reason. I heard them speak excitedly at first, then their conversation got more quiet. After almost an hour Katja called me. I was surprised. She now wore an astonishing makeup, expressive, but perfectly matching Katja’s hair, dress and box.

K: “David did my makeup.” Katja explained the obvious.

F: “WOW, that’s incredible” I said to him, thinking “This wasn’t your first makeup, David”

D: “Thank you Mr. S. You also did a great job building this box.”

K: “We had a little help from a CAD software and from my Grandma. But now, David, do you finally believe me that they didn't have to mutilate the actress that played Helena in that movie?"

D: "Yes ... unless you talked your daddy into chopping off your arms and legs."

We took photos of Katja’s finished Helena display. Then I left them again. After about 90 minutes I heard whirring sounds from Katja’s room. I went inside and offered my help getting Katja out of her box which both of them declined. When Katja was freed David tried to get into the box. But he had longer legs and wider shoulders than Katja, so to his great disappointment he couldn't make the same experience.

F: “We still have the CAD file for the box. You only have to enter your measurements instead of Katja’s and you have a complete plan for every part. Katja can email it to you if you want.”

D: “Thank you Mr. S., but my parents would never support me with such a project.”

F: “Katja is a little spoiled in this regard. Her daddy does a lot of crazy things for his little princess.”

They spent the afternoon like perfectly normal teenagers. Katja seemed to enjoy her new look. Just shortly before David's father came to pick him up Katja handcuffed him and handed the key to his father.

After David had left I asked Katja “So, did he like your display ?”

K: “Yes, he liked it … a lot.” (slightly blushing)

F: “Oh.”

K: “And now please untie this bodice, daddy, it's suffocating me.”

F: "By the way, what is this key laying on your desk?"

K: "That's the handcuff key."

F: "But didn't you give it to David's father?"

K: "No, this was just some old padlock key I had come across."

F: "How will they free David from his handcuffs then?"

K: "He'll have to come back to me, I guess, Daddy." Katja smiled

I didn't know what to say. Was she evil or was she just pulling my leg?

F: "Is my little princess discovering her romantic side?"

K: "Don't worry, Daddy. David has more than one pair of handcuffs and they all use the same key."

F: "I'm so proud of you."

On the next weekend we invited her grandparents, uncle Eric and aunt Claudia over for dinner. I had to cook alone because Katja welcomed them in her Helena display. It took some explanation for those who didn't know the movie. Grandma finally understood why she had to change the dress in that particular way. Aunt Claudia immediately started an online search for a treatment of the ‘Boxing Helena’ subject as a musical for young musicians. Rather then five people taking turns to spoonfeed her, we unboxed Katja when dinner was ready. She didn't complain.

But this was the last time this box saw an occupant. When Katja returned to her mother we agreed that I’d bring her the box for Halloween, but she never asked for it. It sits now in Grandpa's barn and its only occupants are woodworms.

[Killua]

Sounds like her father really does everything for his little princess. It’s funny how she just kept the key to David’s handcuffs. Will surely be a surprise for him when his father can’t unlock him and he has to get the spares

[Jenny_1972]

It’s funny how she just kept the key to David’s handcuffs.

Yes, same with his painted toe nails. David makes something in her go 'switch', it seems.

[Jenny_1972]

Katja had (has) a proven record of saying weird things - not 13-year-old-girl-like weird, more worryingly Katja-like weird:

• For example there was this girl who had found a summer job in the convenience store in the village. She could have been hardly 18, had tussled brown hair dyed in at least 4 colors, and both of her arms were tattooed from her wrists up to her shoulders - maybe further.
  While we were waiting at the cashier we both had time to study the girl's artwork. It was admittedly well done, just far too much for my liking. I almost anticipated Katja's upcoming question "Daddy, can I get a tattoo? Just a small one?"
  Indeed, soon after we left the store she asked me:
  "Daddy, did you see the girl in the store?"
  "Yes, I think she wants to be seen."
  "Do you think her tattoos are fake or real?"
  "Hm, I'm not up-to-date in fake tattoos, but to me they look very real. Why do you ask?"
  "I think she is stupid, what if her future … partner doesn’t approve of it?"
  
  What should I say? I was glad that she currently planned to postpone any tattoos until after her wedding. But weren't tattoos supposed to be an expression of ones individual freedom?

• One day, we had watched a movie about slavery together — I think it was 'Harriet'. After it ended, Katja seemed eager to talk about it and we switched off the TV.
  "I think the movie portrayed slavery in a very one-sided way. It completely ignored its positive aspects" she said.
  "For heaven’s sake — what positive aspects could there possibly be in slavery?" I was shocked.
  
  "Well, yes, slaves might be chained. That’s true. But on the other hand, they have far fewer responsibilities and worries."
  "Your mind is free even if your body isn’t — is that what you’re trying to say?" (Sometimes I am that quick.)
  
  "Exactly, Daddy!" Katja beamed at me.
  "Auntie Claudia is constantly stressing over her weight. A slave who’s too fat is just given less food. It’s no longer its problem. And if it's fat then her Master is obviously okay with it."
  "Did you suggest that solution to Uncle Eric already?"
  "Daddy, be serious, please."
  
  "Mom is always worrying about what to wear. A slave wears whatever it’s given.
  Mom feels guilty for working so much, but she has to earn money for her two children. A slave doesn’t have to make those choices. Its master decides whether it works or stays home.
  And Mom stays married to my stepfather only because of my little brother — not because there’s love. You treat your car better than he treats her. A slave could be sold to someone new, someone who might actually love it.
  The owner might have their slave pierced or tattooed without asking. But when I wanted a septum piercing, you didn’t allow it — ignoring my will. And when Mom had my ears pierced as a toddler, she didn’t ask for my consent either."
  
  "So... my little princess sees her daddy as her present master? Or her owner?"
  "Father, please. Be serious. I know my opinion is ... unconventional, and I should probably think twice before saying it out loud.
  But, Father — if an owner loves its slave the way you love your daughter... then what exactly is so wrong about being a slave?"
  ...
  The way she said it — it almost made sense. We just looked at each other in silence. I wasn’t sure what kind of daughter I’d raised. She wasn’t sure whether she’d just gone too far — even with her all-understanding daddy.
  ...
  "Katja... don’t tell this to your mom! Or to anyone at school!" That was all I could manage to say.
  
  Neither of us brought up that conversation again for many years.

[Jenny_1972]

I think these 13 Katja stories are all that I should tell about her teenage TUGs.

There is a 14th story to come - still a teenage TUG - which I was advised to post under 'Adult'.

And then there will be the story of Katja as a young adult - also under 'Adult', but still narrated by her father.