“Ow…please, it hurts…” she whined plaintively as her struggles subsided.

“Hold her still,” Linda commanded, “I’d hate to accidentally cut one of these little things off.” Her eyes widened in horror as Linda slid the open scissors over the neck of her suit and began to cut downward.

“Wait just a second,” Donna interrupted, “I have a better idea. Let’s give her that bikini she’s always wanted instead.”

With a smile, Linda removed the scissors from the suit’s neckline and instead pulled the middle of the suit out, poking the sharp scissors though the thin material. Linda cut a horizontal swath just below her breasts and continued around her sides and back until the top section of the suit and the bottom were no longer connected. The bottom of the suit, never form-fitting, was now only held in place by her tightly clenched ass cheeks and thighs, but she could feel it slipping downward.

“That’s better. You almost look like a girl now, lezzie.” Linda said, stepping back to admire her creation.