Ten years ago a busty blonde named Tanya Danielle began dancing in various topless and nude clubs around the United States. She traipsed through a wide range of experiences, some of which would have put the average woman into therapy for an extended period of time. Undaunted, Tanya continued on her licentious, occasionally risky journey. She once commented to a friend: "My head has already been spun around. There is no way that I can spin it back. A life of normalcy seems kind of boring to me now." At some point Tanya decides to start performing in pornographic films. She finds that she enj...

Ten years ago a busty blonde named Tanya Danielle began dancing in various topless and nude clubs around the United States. She traipsed through a wide range of experiences, some of which would have put the average woman into therapy for an extended period of time. Undaunted, Tanya continued on her licentious, occasionally risky journey. She once commented to a friend: "My head has already been spun around. There is no way that I can spin it back. A life of normalcy seems kind of boring to me now." At some point Tanya decides to start performing in pornographic films. She finds that she enjoys the crazy, beautiful women and the other openminded, fun-loving individuals who populate the industry. Years pass and she participates in hundreds of different productions. On a particular summer day Tanya strolls into the studio of a man known as Walter Milford. Her agent had provided her with Walter's name and address and told her to report for work at 10am. Tanya has arrived early. She is wearing a skimpy, black dress and, as always, is silently wondering if she will be done shooting in time to beat the rush hour traffic. A man with a camera materializes in front of her. He does not acknowledge her greeting and refuses to speak. Tanya regards him for a moment or two and then simply assumes that someone else will be showing up to give her directions. She waits patiently. The cameraman keeps filming her. Tanya feels a bit disconcerted but she resigns herself to the situation. She has encountered scores of other eccentric folks during her career and she decides not to let this man bother her. Minutes tick by. Finally she notices the cameraman gesturing toward a yellow index card lying on the floor. Although she senses a malevolent aspect to his personality Tanya's misguided notions of propriety compel her to humor him. She bends down and picks up the card. A slimy substance coats both sides of it, but Tanya politely attempts to conceal her revulsion. Someone has scrawled a brief message onto the card and she reads it aloud: "Tanya," the single sentence states. "this card has been poisoned and you are now turning into a blow-up doll." The gelatinous liquid has already seeped into her pores and the startled pornstar realizes that she can no longer brush it off her skin. Nor can she run or make any quick movements. Slowly but surely her entire body is freezing into a plasticized version of her formerly human self..