Gina reads the story on the laptop screen.
'Pressing the buttons on the device, the woman's body transforms into a different one, one that is younger, slim, and well proportioned. Another push of a button and her left leg becomes a short stump. It is something she had dreamed of all her life.'
"Fuck a duck," Gina curses aloud, slamming a fist against the desk beside the laptop before reading more.
Gina had never been happy with her body - too fat, too short, and no breasts to speak of either. At forty-three, she had never had a lover - male or female - that rocked her boat. She had just explored several pages of information about a device called the Transform Mark II, and everything seemed on the up and up.
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The package arrives none too soon. Gina eagerly rips at the tape, spilling packing material across the dinning room table. The device is smaller than she expected, slightly smaller than her iPhone. Next, she opens an envelope and pours out the memory cards she'd ordered. They are of five women, younger but not too young, of similar size making it easy to share clothing.
Crutches lean against the wall, already adjusted, and a titanium wheelchair sits near as well. All were from months before so she could pretend and explore feelings. The web site had measurement for bodies available on memory cards, and she had already purchased clothes and shoes.
She lets the cards roll about in her hand like dice about to fly down a craps table. "Seven come eleven," she mumbles aloud. The one landing closest is the one she wanted most, number 582, lovely with looks to die for - tall, slender, wonderful breasts and hips, and long, long legs. Soon, there would be fewer limbs, after all that was the goal, or one of the goals.
Naked in front of the tall dressing mirror, Gina models the new body, twisting back and forth. The right shoulder is missing the entire arm, just a rounded shape above the armpit. The level of arousal is greater than she had ever experienced or could have imagined. Nectar drips down her thigh, more puddles between the lips of the opening. She fondles the shoulder and the quaking of an orgasm roars though her body, not stopping for a minute or more.
She steps back to the device resting on the dresser and removes all the left leg. Catching a reflection in the mirror, she trembles and shakes almost losing balance. She bends forward, unable to stand, and leans against a hand resting on the dresser. Her hips rock and move with more honey dripping down the remaining thigh.
Resting against the edge of the dresser, she stabs another button on the device and the arm vanishes, the shoulder becoming a twin to the other. She wants to touch a nipple, the inability intensifying the arousal even more. She grabs the device with her lips and hops to the bed, sprawling forward across the sheets. Parts of her wished to remove the remaining leg, others to restore one arm.
Contemplating how either might occur, a new orgasm begins then subsides almost as quickly. She wriggles forward until her nose can press the buttons and taps in the sequence to restore her left arm then removes the remaining leg completely. She sits, loses her balance, and then sits again, before fondling her shoulder.
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Gina spends a few hours having various limbs gone from body 582, never finding something that excites her more than another combination. Finally, she leaves the right arm off midway between the elbow and shoulder. Dressed in black slacks, a short-sleeved white tee shirt with bare nipples on firm breasts pressing against the tight fabric, and red pumps with two-inch heels, she parades about the house a while before slipping her wallet into a pocket.
The host at the casual adult restaurant seems to drool as Gina enters. Others look with similar interest. She loves the attention, letting the visible part of the arm stump move, drawing stares. She wonders if others might share an interest and if so, maybe one of the lovely women or perhaps the handsome man who just let go of a woman's hand, probably his wife. The woman leans close, whispering something, and then pecking a kiss. What did she say? Was it a tease about her being like Gina? Was her pussy throbbing with desire? Was he rock hard? The curtains drew closed on her fantasy when the host asked her to follow.
Gina walks, almost strutting, behind the host, all the while enjoying the attention several men seems to be paying her. She had never observed so many stares directed at her. Of course, there was the missing arm; maybe that was the cause of the glances. Maybe it was the drop dead gorgeous looks of her body.
"Like a goddess," the host remarks as he helps with her chair.
"You're too kind," she coos, a big smile covering her face as the last work escaped her lips. "Could you tell the waiter I'd like a whiskey, up?"
"For you, anything." He walks away, and she lets a fantasy rage in her mind for a moment.
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The outing had more than thrilled Gina, it had left her addicted to not only the attention offered by others, but also missing limbs. Since a young age, she had found the sight of an amputee more than just curiously interesting. It was not until she was old enough to know about sexual feelings did she understand.
The first amputee she had seen was her first grade teacher, Miss Martin. She had been missing her left leg. In the third grade, Miss Kipper was missing her right arm. Gina had asked her mother what happened, but she offered no meaningful answer other than 'probably an accident' or 'bad things happen to good people'. In the eighth grade study hall, a girl was missing her left arm. Gina fixated on her and rarely got any homework done. She had tried to speak with the girl without success.
Gina is still missing the one arm as she undresses down to just panties. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she rubs a thumb over the device considering the possibilities - an arm, a leg, both arms, both legs, or an arm and a hand. The image of each flutters though her mind.
Missing most of one arm and just the hand of the other, she strolls about the small house touching things with the longer stump. She understands soon how difficult life might be if she happened to be that way all the time, but still it is strangely exciting. She opens the fridge and rubs the stump along a cold bottle of beer but cannot find a way to pick it up.
Back in the bedroom, she restores one arm leaving the hand missing. She rubs it across her lips, kissing and sucking over the smooth rounded end. The arousal roars across her and continues until the stump leaves her lips.
Sitting in the wheelchair, she removes a foot, and pulls herself about the house using the other foot. Though not as awkward as missing both arms, missing a hand or arm plus a leg seems difficult at best.
Now with both arms restored, she removes both legs at the hip, and retraces the path about the house. This offers pleasant feelings, and as easy as missing just one arm or just one leg.
She knows that she cannot appear as one woman missing an arm one day then a leg another, so she begins mapping which body would be missing what limbs. She writes notes: 582 the right arm above elbow, 476 left leg above knee, 629 right hand, 329 both legs near hip, 499 missing nothing. She would buy more cards if she wanted or needed to be something else.
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The alarm-radio is on when Gina wakes. She reaches out to slap the snooze button, but neither arm will reach that far. As sleep begins to fade, she realizes that she had fallen asleep without them. Standing by the nightstand, she taps the off button with her nose, before standing upright and stretching her body.
In front of the tall dressing mirror, she watches approvingly as she models for herself enjoying the complete lack of arms. 'If only I could go to work like this'. She knows it is not possible and searches for the device to return to her former self.
"What's up?" Carly cheerfully asks as Gina sits at a neighboring desk at work.
"Same ole, same ole."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Got to get this report finished, but then maybe we can take a break."
"Sure. I'd love that."
Carly is the closest thing to a 'girlfriend' Gina has. She is about the same age, and married for a few years to Frank, though reportedly not always happy with him. Gina settles in as her computer comes to life so she can check her email and schedule.
Gina is still deep in the middle of a task when Carly clears her throat. "Are you ready?" she quizzes softly.
"Oh...." Gina looks around as if returning from a deep sleep. "God, already?" she mumbles.
"Girl, we need to get you some 'good' coffee."
"Anything would be better than...."
"Hell, yeah-h. The stuff in the break room is black sewer water." She groans. "I like that place down the street."
Minutes later and without much conversation, they are sitting at a small table in the shade on the sidewalk, sipping coffee.
"'This' is what I needed," Gina, quips.
"After last night, some heroin would be what I need." Carly groans and takes a big sip. "Frank can be such a jerk. I don't know...why...I...." She sniffs and dabs a tissue at one eye.
"Not the first time. What is it now?"
"Ah, he was lusting over some young chick, again. I know I'm not a pinup model kind of gal, but I try to keep myself looking good."
"You are a doll."
She waves a hand dismissively. "Thanks for the complement." She chuckles. "I guess the biggest problem is he treats sex as a duty so often. I'd do anything to have him 'enjoy' me...all the time."
"If only we could slip into new bodies." Gina laughs.
"Oh, my, yeah. How about a how little number about twenty with a hard body, great boobs, and a tight ass?"
"I have my little fantasies from time to time. In a heartbeat, I'd trade. Sometimes I see an actress or model and wonder what it'd be like to look like her."
"Imagine if you could point at a picture and suddenly look like that person."
