0 comments/ 26150 views/ 3 favorites Device: Gina By: PeggyBuxton 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. - 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. - 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. - 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. - 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." "Such a dream." Gina laughs then looks around to see how close anyone might be or if anyone is listening. "I once read a fictional story about a gadget that could let you do that. Mostly transsexuals, but a few so they could be missing a leg." "Guess if I had to be missing a limb to use such a device, I would. There are worse things than having one leg." "I guess." She sips. "Would you, you know, want to be missing a leg? Really?" "If that was the only way." There was a nervous giggle. "Maybe if it were only for a short time, it'd be just fine." "I bet that'd piss Frank off regardless of how delicious the body was." "Hmmm. That might make it worthwhile. You know, piss him off so much we'd split up and some young stud pool boy could do me. Now that's a dream." Gina finishes the coffee and turns the cup around a few times in one hand, reading the label as it passes. "If I stumble upon such a gadget, I'll let you know." "An arm...or a leg?" "Huh?" Carly stares at Gina for a moment then finishes her coffee. "Would you rather be missing an arm or a leg?" She shrugs. "Not sure." "Maybe this device would let you try different bodies and different missing limbs." "Actually, that's the way it worked in the story. You'd slip a memory card in the device, and then you would have the body stored on the card but keep your thoughts and memories. You could be a man or a woman then if you want, remove a limb. Or several limbs." "Fantastic." Carly shifts in her chair looking across the street at some trees. "Multiple limbs. What would that be like?" Gina chuckles. "Now you're starting to sound like the people in the story." "I'm just wondering. It is nothing serious." She looks at her watch. "Where does the time fly? I've got to get back." - Gina finds nothing interesting to eat at home after work and walks into the bedroom. The device is sitting on the dresser begging her to hold, touch, and use it. She scans her list of cards and which will be missing what limbs. If asked, each body was just as desirable and just as beautiful. She closes both eyes and lets a fingertip circle the list a few times before stabbing the paper. "476 left leg," she reads aloud. It happened to be the perfect choice for now, and quickly she is in that body without the leg. Few people would notice if the stump were half missing or completely off. Tonight the leg is completely off. Dressed in a short khaki skirt, light-yellow blouse, and black pump, she comfortably crutches about the room a few times before driving to eat. "Where have you been all my life?" the host at the dark and formal restaurant offers, letting his eyes rape Gina while they are alone. "I guess I didn't know to come here before. Did I?" She snickers, blowing him a small kiss. "What would I tell my husband?" "That you want a divorce." He laughs, picking up a menu before leading her to a table. "Thanks," she coos suggestively. "You made my day." "Mine too. I think I'll have something new to dream about." He spends a moment looking into her cleavage. "Husband? Just my luck." "Let me ask...." "Sure, fire away." "What interests you about me? Most men don't...." "I'm surely not 'most men'." "Is it my, ah, lack of one leg?" she whispers. "Maybe it's tacky of me to say, but yes. Yes it is." He drops a business card on the table. "Call me if 'he' gets tired of you." "Wait...." she says softly. He returns. "Yes?" "So, if I'd still had both legs?" "I might not have noticed. I'd love to know more about you." "Let me think about it. I'll call." "No, you probably won't, but that doesn't stop me from hoping." - Carly bends forward over the kitchen island, with feet spread wide and dress up over her hips. Frank continues to drive himself deep enjoying the wetness of her slit with each stroke, thighs slapping her hips time after time. "Baby, baby," he roars, her head reared back, mouth gapped open. "So-o...good-d." Slap, slap. "Great ass." "Hard cock-k." She rests her head on the granite counter and juts her hips back even more. "Hmmm-m-m, yeah-h." "Sorry, 'bout to blow a load." "I've come several times. Blow away. Of course, I'd like you to keep going." "Arrg-g!" he groans loudly as his jism slams hard at her far depths. His hands squeeze more tightly on her waist as he shoves deep one last time. She lets her dress fall back down as he pulls away. "You're an animal." She chuckles. "You made me a happy woman." She chuckles again, combing fingers through her hair. "Thanks. I don't know why, but that turned me on seeing you bent over like that." "Really?" "Oh, yeah-h...big time." "Do you fantasize when we fuck? You know, about someone else or my being different in some way." "Sure, don't you imagine I'm some handsome stud, a biker bad boy, or something?" He laughs. "Right, Frank, all the time," She teases, dragging a hand down his chest then pecking a kiss. "No, really. I'm curious." "I guess, sometimes, I do. Everyone has fantasies." "Would you rather I was tall and slender? How about my breasts?" Cupping the fabric around her breasts, she holds them up. "Bigger or smaller?" "Yeah, I guess...ah, firmer." Patting his stomach, he mumbles, "Maybe I could lose some of this belly too." He laughs. She snickers, pulling a foot behind her hip. "Missing a leg?" she quizzes. "Nah. Now, if you lost an arm...." He laughs, trying to turn it into a joke. "Really?" "Nah, just pulling your stump." "I guess some men find amputees erotic. Did you know that?" She continues to hold the foot against her hip and waves the knee about. "What caused you to think about all this?" He motions a hand towards the knee. "I read a story once about a woman that wanted to be missing a leg. I don't know why I thought of it again, but I did. We were talking about fantasies, and having different bodies, and I just wondered...." She lets the foot down and walks away trying to not let on that she had just read the story Gina emailed her. "Years ago, I knew a guy into shit like that. He said he'd date only women missing the left leg, not the right leg, and surely not either arm. He was very specific about it all, length of stump. You know." "Tell me more, would you, darling? Did he have many lovers missing legs?" "More than I'd have expected, some quite lovely as well. I guess I'd always imagined only ugly women lost limbs." "That's a little harsh, isn't it?" "Well, knowing Ralph helped turn that around for me." "Did you ever date any of his 'rejects'?" "Yeah, I did. Maggie was stunning and missing her right leg at the hip. She was a girlfriend of Judy, a lady he was dating or trying to date." Frank laughs. "He just wanted in her panties, and she insisted on double dating." "Since she was missing the wrong leg for him, I guess you didn't have to worry about him horning in." "Heavens no." "What was it like to fuck an amputee? I suppose you got in her panties." She chuckles. "It was different." "I bet, but was it 'good' when she wrapped that single leg around your waist?" "Carly, I'm surprised that you want to know all this." "What did her stump feel like? Did touching it turn you on?" "She liked me to massage her stump. Yeah, I liked to rub it." "Was she the only one?" "No." "What, cat got your tongue?" She laughs. "I had no idea you were a coinsurer of amputee women." She rubs his chest with a fingertip again. "Would you want me like that?" "You wouldn't be happy missing a leg." "How do you know?" "Would you...be happy?" "Guess I never thought much about it, other than reading that story I told you about. Sounds as if being that way would spice up our sex life. Imagine me bending over the counter, jutting my ass out, and having not any thigh dangling from one hip." She rubs his crotch. "God, Frank. Rock hard." "Sorry." "Don't be. Now I know what to say when you are having trouble getting it up for me." "I don't care why or what happened, but I'm loving this evening." He chuckles. "We might just have to 'do' each other again." "I was considering the same thing." - Gina drops Robert's business card in an empty wooden bowel on the dresser after making notes on the back about which card she had been using and what she was missing. Maybe there will be others. She wonders idly if she should act on her feeling towards him. He did excite her, and he was defiantly interested as no other men had been. Using her list, she becomes each missing the appropriate limbs. After spending half an hour, she saved the amputated body to a blank memory card and labeled it. Each night she plans to rotate though the five memory cards spending hours as each woman. That evening she goes to bed as 329 - the legless body. - "We need to talk," Carly says to Gina, leaning hard on one hand resting on the corner of Gina's desk, a foot crossing the other ankle. "Now, or can it wait till break?" Carly shrugs and walks away. "Now you've got me curious. Let's go." Gina hurries to catch up and lightly touches her friends back as the elevator doors close. "The story you sent me...about the 'device', well I read it. I read it several times even." She growls. "Wow-w." "I wondered if it might be too over the top or too graphic." They walk out into the bright sunshine of the morning and follow the sidewalk to the same coffee shop. Sitting at the same table, they continue. "No, it was wonderfully sexy. I guess it brought the nasty part of me out. By the time Frank got home, I was so horny." She sips, her eyes roaming Gina's face. "And? You can't just stop." She reaches over and holds Carly's hand briefly. "Come on, spill the beans." "Was that just fiction?" "How'd you relieve your 'horniness'?" "I bent over the counter, and he pounded me from behind. I was in heaven." Device: Gina "But, I thought you were angry with him." "When he fucks me, I always forget about that." She chuckles. "He can be 'very' good and imaginative." "The story...." "Yeah. I can't get the ideas out of my mind. It's all I think about, and I wish it weren't just fiction." "Just having a new body?" "That'd be peachy keen." She chuckles. "The other stuff. Strangely, it's, ah...got me turned on. Kinky, huh?" She smiles at Gina. "I asked him whether he'd ever heard of finding amputee women erotic. You know, the answer surprised me. He once had a friend that had that interest, but only would date women missing most of the left leg. Frank went out with some of the 'right leg rejects' and seemed to not mind." "Wow-w. I bet it's not a picnic having one leg." "I wish I could try it, just for a while. You know, with that device thing." "Try Googling it." "I never thought of that, better wait until I get home. That'd be so-o embarrassing if they saw that query at work." She laughs. - For the rest of the day, Gina thought about little else than the conversation with Carly. She had played her cards close to the chest in fear of revealing too much about her own personal feelings. Mixed in were thoughts of which card to use tonight. The card numbered 329, the one without legs, held her attention more than the others did, for now. She found it fascinating how which held sway, fluctuated all over the map. Long before finding the device, about the time she bought the wheelchair, Gina had hand-controls installed on her car. Even with both feet, she preferred to drive as though they weren't there. Fortunately, others rarely were in the car but she had prepared herself to say it was necessary then make up some plausible excuse if pressed. Now the controls are necessary. Through the large indoor mall, Gina rolls her wheelchair expertly as though she had always required it. She had made tentative explorations out in public in the chair before, letting her feet rest on the footrests as if paralyzed. The stumps are short, maybe five or six inches long, offering some sense of stability and balance that having the legs off completely might not. It would be embarrassing to stop suddenly and tumble out of the chair, people all rushing to help lift her back to the seat. She wears a short skirt and a white tee shirt over a chest without a bra. Her nipples press firmly into the fabric. A man almost knocks an elderly woman over while paying attention to Gina. Is it the lack of legs or the wonderful breasts of 329? Memories of being 582 with just one arm and a stump exposed to the world excited her. Not having legs is very wonderful too. - Carly closes the laptop when Frank comes home. She did not have enough time to do a through search for information about the device and did not even find the story Gina had given her. The story offered no name or brand information for the probably fictional device. "Hey sexy," he offers, leaning down to plant a big kiss over her lips. "Hubba, hubba," she teases. "All day, that's all I thought about." "Ha! And all I thought about was that wonderful fuck over the counter." She laughs. "Really?" "My pussy is dripping wet right now." She hurries from the small desk towards the kitchen and bends low leaving her hips out nice and prominent with her skirt pulled up. "No panties?" She wiggles her ass in his direction. "Very ready for some action my handsome stud." She wiggles again, listening to his zipper roaring down. "Oh-h, yeah-h," she moans feeling the thick shaft working its way between her pussy lips. He's in a few inches when she speaks. "Sorry I have both legs. I know...." He quickly swells half again in size. "Honey-y," she coos. "I was hoping that would excite you." He rubs a hip, dragging a fingertip around the top of a thigh. "Off about here?" "Anywhere you want it off." He is in all the way and withdraws slightly before driving deep again. "Arrg-g, you're so tight." "'Cause you're so thick tonight. All the talk of stumps...." He squeezes the top of her thigh then increases the force and pace of his strokes. Thighs slap hips making loud cracking sounds. "I could walk around on crutches wearing short skirts, just one leg showing...." "Oh-h...fuck-k...me-e." "Hmmm, me things you are getting turned on." "Arrg-g. Keep that up and I'll shoot a load." "I want you to be able to kiss and fondle my stump...." "Arrg-g, shit! I came too soon." He strokes a few more times, then falls limply out. "Doesn't matter, it felt so-o good. I'm enjoying thinking about, you know, having one leg and how much it excites you." "Hell, me too. I don't know where this came from, but I hope it doesn't go away." She sucks his lips for a long moment. "I'm sure it won't." "Hmmm." She snickers. "If I were missing an arm, would that excite you?" "Uh-huh." "Just as much as a leg?" "Sure. Are we going to have a choice?" He laughs. - Gina enters a fancy burger restaurant on the edge of the mall, parks her wheelchair, and waits for the host or hostess to return to the podium in the small waiting area. A couple enters a moment later. The woman seems taken with Gina, but the man is oblivious. "Nice chair." She smiles. "I have one like it." "You?" "Yes. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Kate. That's Marvin, my older brother." She points a thumb over a shoulder towards the man. "He's visiting." The man still is ignoring both women. "I'm Gina." They shake hands. "Would you care to join us?" She smiles again. "I'd like that...unless you are waiting for someone." "No, I'm alone. If you really don't mind, I'd like company." "Listen," he begins, "I'm going to walk around then go back to the hotel." He gives Gina an awkward glance. "Nice to meet you." Then without further comment, walks away. At a table by the wall, Kate sits across from Gina. Her gaze roams Gina's face for a moment. "My, you 'are' beautiful," she finally says. Gina blushes. "Thank you, likewise." She lets a few fingers stroke her new friends hand. "I hope I didn't interfere with your visit." "Nah. Don't give it a thought." A waiter appears. "Whiskey for me," she instructs and Gina nods. The man walks away. "He hates it when I mention my wheelchair." "Why? What happened?" "Oh, I had a temporary paralysis in both legs and I used it. I didn't mind, but he found it somehow offensive." "Sorry." "Don't be. I didn't mind...." She sips the drink. "I shouldn't...since I don't know how you feel about being in a chair." "It's okay." She sips. "Not as if I can get up and walk." She laughs. "I'm, ah...." Kate sips, and then strokes the glass several times. "I enjoyed my time in the chair. I still use it often. No one knows I'm just pretending when they see me that way." "Cool." "Really? I told someone that once, and they acted as if I were crazy." "Now, that's a strange reaction. I've read about people that 'pretend' to be amputees as well." "How do you feel about that?" Gina leans back and gives Kate a long glance. The waiter returns, so the women order before she answers. She takes another moment to consider what to say. "I don't mind. If someone wants to be an amputee, fine." She shifts on the thick cushion. "Would you rather have been missing both legs or just have them paralyzed?" "Missing," she says then laughs. "What's so funny?" "I don't know. I've never had a conversation like this with a real amputee." "Maybe I'm pretending." Gina leaves a deadpan expression on her face then sips. "If so, I wish I knew your secret. It looks just like both legs are off near the hip." "Oh...." Gina takes Kate's hand and holds it softly. "I don't quite know what to say right now." She continues holding the hand, and Kate does nothing to pull it away. "Maybe you'd understand." She chews the bite of burger and swallows. "I, ah...." "Feel free to talk. You won't offend me." "Thanks. It is something I find hard to talk about." She sips the last of the drink. "It's the thing Marvin hates most about me. I've always been unhappy with several aspects of my body, gender; of course, plus, that I have legs." "You want to be a man...." "No. I was a man." She laughs. "This is going to sound very sci-fi, but I found a gadget that lets me have a different body. I can also use it to...." She pauses, noticing Gina head nodding. "The Transform? I just got mine a few days ago." She chuckles. - Frank has just turned off the alarm and now cuddling behind Carly. Naked and aroused, he wiggles against her. "You're insatiable," she teases. "Didn't you get enough last nigh?" "Never. Besides, if you lose your leg, you won't ever get me to stop." He chuckles. "Damn, maybe I need to do both legs just to make sure." She laughs. "Sure, but not necessary. Just doing one leg will be more than enough." He nuzzles her neck, kissing though her hair while fondling a breast. "How is this magic going to happen...and when?" "I don't know. Don't you think we should give this insane idea a chance to settle?" He kisses quickly down to her hip then around the top of the thigh. "Hmmm, if this was a stump...." He kisses back and forth, still around the thigh. "Hmmm, a stump." "You're makin' my pussy drip. Hope you understand." She laughs, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs. "I think you should clean me up with your tongue." - Gina and Kate leave the restaurant and settle in for some serious drinking at a dark hole in the wall bar nearby. The place is nearly empty, and the few drinkers hang out at the bar far away from the table they sit at. "A guy?" Gina musses. "Uh-huh. I was Marvin's older brother. Mom wanted a girl and dad favored him, so I never felt as if they 'wanted' me. Even without that, I never felt that I was in the right body. I tried to talk about it. Dad just hit me. Mom, well she couldn't deal with it. I went to college and met a few other transgendered folks. That helped." "The 'leg thing'?" "Yeah, the leg thing." She laughs and sips the whiskey. "That's all recent, in the past year or so." She sips again, pausing to check Gina's reaction. "I'd read some of the fiction out there about amputees; I'd looked at the pictures...." "How'd you stumble upon the stories and pictures?" "One of the gender web pages had a few links. One went to a picture site of amputee women, another to some fiction, and one to the page for the device. Don't ask me why, but I found the picture intensely exciting." "You mentioned the paralysis of your legs." "That's just a cover story I tell people so it won't look as if I just play in a wheelchair for kicks." She chuckles. "Marvin found out." "I take it he doesn't approve." "Hell, no-o." She chugs half the drink. "For him, it's right up there with me being a woman." "It sounds like he's uptight. Is he gay and in the closet?" Gina chuckles. "Or a zealot of some kind?" Gina finishes her drink quickly. "Do you live as a woman full time now?" "Uh-huh. Within an hour of getting the device, I'd settled on one memory card." She holds both hands out. "Ta, da-a," she sings. "While Marvin is visiting, I am being a 'good girl' and keeping my legs on." Kate flags down a waitress and orders two more drinks. "My turn to be the inquisitor." She chuckles. Gina relates the stories about the teachers and then finding the device recently. She explains having a few cards and each missing a set of limbs. "I do the same. We're not alone. It's the best way to not raise suspicions." "Do you ever missing being a man? The only reason I ask, I don't think I'd miss having my real body. I'm a woman, but older and not so attractive." "Nope, not at all. Good riddance to ole what's his name." Kate chuckles. "Will you eventually pick a body and settle on a limb to be missing?" "I hope so. I'll probably move. It's not as if I have any real friends here." "You have me." "Likewise. Maybe we can form a mutual support group of two people." "Uh-huh," Gina mumbles before sipping. "Are you into women? My bisexual needs lean that direction." "Not really." - Carla slips the left arm inside the blouse and strolls around the house with the sleeve dangling empty off the shoulder. She experiments doing things with a single hand, often teasing the end of the sleeve to heighten the sensation of not having the arm. Frank went to work before the play began, and she imagines how he might be reacting if he were still at home. Would he bend her over the counter or slam her to the mattress? Would it 'really' excite him? She had never pretended before, not since being a little girl when she had run about the house with both arms tucked inside a sweatshirt, empty sleeves jiggling about. It had been fun and made her girlfriend laugh and giggle. She hated that fact that it was time to dress for work, but she wanted Gina to tell her where she found the story, and if the device were real. Gina's desk is empty when she arrives, but often Gina arrives five or ten minutes later. Tears form half an hour later when she learns Gina called in sick. She phones, but Gina does not answer. - Gina sits legless in the wheelchair, scanning the online catalog of bodies. The idea Kate had been a man stirred strange feelings about what that would be like. She had never thought of herself as a man or that she might be the wrong gender. No one had to know if she tried being a guy, it could her secret. What if she liked being a man and what would it be like to date a woman? She had no experience with women sexually. To be around Kate would probably lead to such things. The ability to trade bodies using the Mark II opened many possibilities, all of them tempting her in different ways. There is almost a sense of fear enveloping her as she studies each man - 1052 is tall and a man's man in his thirties, 1297 is ruggedly handsome, 1190 is suave, and debonair with a lady killer appeal. Would she just be one of the men as is or would she feel a need to be missing a limb? "Fuck!" she curses under her breath, clicking the close button on the window. After a shower, she dresses in khaki short pants and a black tee shirt. The sun is out, and playing hooky seemed like what her spirits needed. She had already called in 'sick', even coughing for effect. The office manager seemed satisfied. In the past, Gloria had given people a hard time about sick leave, especially on Fridays, and Gina did not wish to incur her wrath. The boardwalk along the ocean shore is still deserted, not warm enough for the swarms of tourist that will arrive in another month. She sits at a picnic table and sips a cold beer from a tall bottle, alternating between watching a couple walking in the edge of the surf and reading a crime novel. Somewhat lost in a fantasy that she might find love she begins to watch the couple more and closes the book. She sips and watches. "Great day, isn't it?" The man's voice breaks her out of the dream world. She looks around to find Robert from the restaurant sitting across the table holding a half finished bottle of beer. Of course, he does not realize he has talked to her, that she was the woman from the other night missing just one leg. "I'm Robert. I hope you don't mind my interrupting your dream." "No." She hefts her bottle in his direction. "To dreams and what may become of them." "Do you have a name?" 'Yes, twit. I have a name.' She hurries to think of an answer. "Gina." She congratulates herself for being honest. After all, she had not given her name at the restaurant. "It seems as if we are about the only brave souls out today. Do you come here often?" "Soon the sands will be littered with people soaking up the rays." He laughs. "Must be awkward getting out there in a chair." "Yup, but I enjoy looking." "Has it been long, since...ah...." "Don't worry. I know it is the number one question most people have, though few actually are brave enough to ask it." She sips and combs a few errant stands of hair from her face with her fingers. "Long enough to be used to being without legs. It's not so bad." "That's good to hear." An uncomfortable pause begins as they watch each other sipping the last of the beer. Though only seconds, it is as if hours pass. "Would you like another beer?" he asks. "Sure." She reaches for her purse, and he holds a hand up. "On me." He walks away, and she ponders what to do. Should she accept an offer of a date? After all, that is probably his goal. Thoughts of him have ravaged her mind since meeting him at the restaurant. How could she really explain everything? Maybe the same way she did to Kate. 'Yeah that would work.' Long before she has worked out the issues and what to do about each, he returns. "Cheers," he offers while clinking the bottles together. "Cheers," she replies flashing a warm smile. "Do you make it a habit to pick up woman in wheelchairs?" "Only if they are beautiful and drinking a beer." He chuckles. "Am I the first?" He laughs then sips. "I thought so." She sips. "Tell me about yourself." "I help in a restaurant, a host. I went to the university, majored in history. Not a lot of demand these days." He groans. "I dated a woman missing a leg in college for several years." "What happened?" "She got a job. I was going to graduate school. Her job was across the country we couldn't agree on if I should follow. I was willing, but in the end, she bid me adieu." He groans. "And now you are looking for another amputee." "Don't hate me, but I have always had a 'thing' for amputees." "I've read about such attractions." "I'm not evil. You've probably heard the analogy of it being just another attribute like hair color...." "And breast size. Yeah, and I don't mind you like me because I don't have legs." "Really?" "Would you rather I was missing just one leg and if so, which one? Maybe an arm." "Would you rather be missing just a leg instead of both legs?" She tries to be coy. "Now, that's an odd question." She giggles. "I didn't mean to offend you. Sorry." "Actually, it is something I've considered, but without a conclusion. It is too bad we can't just push a button and reconfigure ourselves." "Yes, if I have one leg, it must be Tuesday." He laughs. "That would be the life for sure." He laughs again. "Or have an app for your iPhone to decide what body to use, which limbs to be missing, and what to wear." "And what car to drive. Good God, I love your sense of humor." "What, you don't often find many women that would make such radical changes?" "Heavens no. I once mentioned an attraction to amputees, and the lady slapped me then hurried away as if I were an axe murder or pedophile." "Was she an amputee?" "No. I learned early on to not mention that too quickly to an amputee." He laughs. "I'm glad you don't mind." "I don't, and I do like your, ah, interests." He looks at his watch. "Let me buy you lunch, it's about that time." She follows to a nice cafe with outdoor tables covered with linen tablecloths. He stares at her short pants lying flat on the thick black cushion of the wheelchair as he moves a chair out of the way. "Do you like what you see?" she quizzes softly. He nods, sitting to one side of her. "I hope you're not a mirage." "And if I am?" "Then I will be heartbroken for the rest of my life." He takes her hand and holds it. "Wow." She rests the other hand over her chest as if to contain the beating of her heart. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever told me." The server stands silently with a foot tapping softly, waiting for them to decide on drinks. Robert asks her, "Beer, wine, or something serious?" He chuckles. "Of course, if you choose wine, then what variety." He chuckles again. Device: Gina "Chardonnay sounds good." "If you have that by the glass, then two Chardonnay, please," he tells the server. "Yes, be right back." The server leaves. "We can save the 'serious drinks' for later," she says. "Hmmm, I like the sound of that." She squeezes his hand then just holds it softly. "I didn't expect to meet anyone today." "Well, clear your schedule." "Huh?" "I would like to spend time with you, get to know you. I hope you feel the same way about me." She nods. "It's Friday." She glances at the imaginary watch on her wrist, and then giggles. "I'd like that." They order salads and steaks, sit in the shade, and talk for hours while savoring several bottles of wine. "Where have you been all my life?" she quizzes, leaning and kissing him lightly. "I've been waiting for you." He returns the kiss. "Have you stayed at the Grand Surf? It's a turn of the century hotel and quite romantic." "Not in this lifetime." She laughs. "Let me treat you. If you get tired of me, you are free to leave." There is a brief pause as she pretends to give the idea consideration. Since meeting him at the restaurant, there has been no question that she would accept such an offer. There is the issue of whom she actually is and that she isn't really missing both legs, not all the time. She almost laughs aloud at the thought, but manages to contain herself. Robert seems to have some of the same interests as she, plus handsome, intelligent, and sensitive. All qualities she had never found in a man, not that there have been that many to compare with. It seems like a weekend trial is the right thing. "Sure. I should run home and grab a few things." "No need. There are a few nice clothing boutiques by the hotel. I can buy what we need. We can even get swimsuits. Maybe you'll let me carry you out into the water." He chuckles. "Hmmm." - He holds the door to the large suite open, and she rolls ahead. It is almost as large as her home and divided into two separate rooms. Her mouth remains agape as she surveys the sitting room then the bedroom with a king sized bed, and a bathroom with a marble floor. "Plenty of leg room in that bed," she quips. "One of the advantages of not having legs." He laughs. "You might need a map to find your way out." "I have a feeling I won't be doing that much." She rolls closer and wraps her arms around him, resting her face on his stomach. He gently lifts her; cradling her in one arm and letting lips cover hers. Instinctively, her tongue presses between them. Quickly, they begin breathing hard, heads tilting, the kiss growing more passionate. He waltzes her about the bedroom in slow circles, enjoying the lightness of her in his arm. He pushes at the waistband of her short pants without complaint or resistance. They fall effortlessly on the floor then the white bikini panties. "Another nice thing about not having legs," she teases. "Hmmm." "Uh-huh-h, hmmm." She takes his mouth for a long moment, feeling his fingers playing with her wetness. "Just so you know, there's no rush." "I know." He sips the juices from his finger. "Yummy. I have a feeling I know where I want to be." "I'd like that, as long I get to sample you." - The clock's red numeral read 8:00 and only darkness filters though the windows of the room. They are both exhausted having not stopped other than a short break for a meal from room service. There were sexual acts she had never experienced before, only read about, and enjoyed everything multiple times. Now her head rests on his chest, her shortened body stretched along his, feeling his warmth penetrate her soul. Robert felt insatiable with Gina. It was as if Viagra coursed though his body never letting the erection subside. Not since Marcy had he had a partner so willing to perform so many acts with him, nor had he wanted to reciprocate like tonight. He thought about the woman with one leg at the restaurant the other night and tried to compare her with Gina. She had become just a fantasy, and Gina was real. Would he feel the same way at the end of the weekend, or whenever they parted? "Let's go out in the ocean," he says. "We never bought swimsuits." "It's dark." "I saw a shop in the lobby, but I have a feeling we won't be wearing anything for long." She snickers. "There are fluffy robes in the closet that'll provide some cover." "Good idea." They exit the hotel though a side door, she cradles in his arm and the robe dangling empty past her hips. The beach is just as empty as it was this morning and he strolls casually, feet kicking sand playfully. "I like being carried." "You feel as though you belong in my arms." "Hmmm." She presses her lips against his for the next few steps. "Careful, we might not make to the water." "Uh-huh, you might have to fuck me a few more times." "Just a few? I'm crestfallen." He laughs. The beach is dark without the moon in the sky. They drop the robes above the waterline and wade out until the calm water is above his hips. They kiss and play. He lets her float resting on his hands. "I haven't been in the ocean since...." "I'm glad we can." He lifts her against his chest, his lips kissing her. He accepts her tongue deep into his mouth, a hand fondling a breast. The erection swells, though it had never really left, and he lets her slide down over the shaft. "Oh-h, yeah-h. That's what I want," she moans. "You're bringing something out in me I've not.... Just don't stop." "Not that I've been with many women, but I'm enjoying you in ways I never thought possible." - Saturday morning they return to the boardwalk cafe where they had lunch before, tables covered with fresh white linen tablecloths. They look at the menus even though they had hinted at eggs benedict and mimosas since leaving the room. When the waiter appears, Robert orders for both of them. "What should we do?" he quizzes, holding her hand. "It's a beautiful day." "I could go a few more rounds in bed." She laughs. "I've never ever felt so, ah...." "Horny?" He chuckles. She nods. "You too?" "Uh-huh." He clinks the champagne glasses together. "To a long and enjoyable relationship." She adds her own clink then sips, watching him over the rim of the glass. Would it be such a loss if she had to stay this way, losing her old self? That was part of the reason she had been interested in the device, and now she had found a man who seemed to be interested in her - this way. Would she mind never seeing Carly or Kate? That was easy to answer. "I have a place up the coast. Maybe we could spend a little time there today." The first image in her mind was a small cabin in the woods. She knew little about him. Maybe the restaurant job was all he did, but he had been able to drop a small fortune on the room. "Only if it has a fireplace." She laughs. "Of course. You are what it is missing." "I like the sound of that. You are being very sweet to me." "You deserve it." The food arrives, and he orders two more mimosas. He pulls her hand to his lips and kisses it a few times before taking the first bite of eggs. Her heart flutters as she feels herself falling for a man she hardly knows, but she does not mind. He seems like a good person. "We can put the top down on the Jag." "My chair?" "Oh, I'm sure it will fit in the trunk." She chews and swallows, letting the empty fork dangle by her mouth for a moment. "What kind of work do you do?" "I have some investments." "You mentioned a restaurant job." "I sometimes fill in when I'm short handed." "Huh?" "Oh, I'm sorry. I own the restaurant. Actually, I own a few hotels and restaurants." "Really?" "Uh-huh." He finishes chewing the bite. "My father owned several large, successful hotels and restaurants. He passed away and left them to me." "Your mother...." "They divorced when I was fifteen. I lived with dad after that." She studies the man across the table, a man slightly older than the body she inhabits. He sounds confident, and successful, and she is afraid any hint of her former body will jinks everything. "Wow," she mummers. "It sounds as if you have a fairytale life. I'm jealous." "I've tried to let you know you are what I want, not just some rich bimbo trophy wife." He finishes the last bite and pushes the empty plate away slowly. "Hmmm that was very good." He sips. "Yesterday was the best day of my life, the 'very' best. I loved your teasing about different bodies and missing different limbs. We think alike in so many ways. Then in the afternoon, well there's no way to describe how much I enjoyed all we did." "Me too," she whispers, nodding. "I'm just a clerk in a large office. I didn't go to a big university, just a small college. You have a life.... You have a life...." He takes her hand, squeezes it lovingly, and flashes a big smile. "Listen, we've just met but I feel things for you that I've never thought I'd feel." "You had a girlfriend with one...." "Yeah, but Marci and I didn't last. Maybe you and I won't last the weekend, but let's not worry about that right now. Let's have the best few days in our lives and see what happens." She dabs at a tear, nods her head, and rolls her hand in his. "I know I'm getting ahead of where I should be. Yes, yes we just met." She dabs at another tear. "I'm just finding happiness for the first time." - The wind whipping though the Jag teases Gina's long brown hair, even with the baseball cap Robert offered. She didn't mind. A handsome, loving man, drove the dark green convertible north along the coast highway and she felt a part of his life, and he a part of hers. There is little traffic, letting them speed though a few corners with tires gripping as if glued to the road. She slips the khaki short pants off so that her naked hips can feel the creamy leather seats. "Don't put them back on," he teases. "I feel so naughty." She snickers. The road straightens, and he takes a moment to feel all below her waist. "You'll have to get your seats cleaned," she quips. "That's part of the regular service. Not because a beautiful woman creamed on them, though." "Yeah, I can just see that in the warranty - 'stains from pussy juice not covered'." "God, I love you. I don't think, no, I know there isn't a thing you could tell me that would change anything." "I hope not." "Ha! I bet your holding back about being a gun moll for the mob." "Yeah, that's it." The road curves slightly away from the water, and he turns into a drive on the ocean side, stops at a large double gate, and pushes buttons on a keypad. Slowly, both halves open. She considers this is not going to be just a cabin in the woods. The Jag had already started similar thoughts rippling though her mind. The gates close automatically behind them as he slowly drives along an asphalt-paved drive winding down a gentle slope. The sea breezes fill her nostrils as they pass under a canopy of tall trees. Not until they are in front of the house is it fully visible. A large one-story home stretches far on either side of the huge double front doors. "It's perfect for a wheelchair," he says. "Like you built it just for me." She laughs. "It doesn't matter, still perfect." He lifts the chair from the trunk and snaps the wheels on then parks it near the car door. He lifts her up, pecks kisses, and looks down at the chair. "You could carry me," she teases before pecking a few kisses, feeling his hand rubbing over bare hips, the short pants still lying on the car floor. With a hip, he knocks the car door closed then pushes the empty chair into the house with her still cradled. Leaving the chair in the marbled foyer, he carries her though the house giving her a tour. The great room is truly grand with a fireplace and a large surround made of river rock with a rough-hewn mantle. Burned logs still rest on the grate as if there had been a recent fire. Next, they pass though the professionally appointed kitchen of high-end stainless steel appliances, Brazilian blue marble counter tops, and dark cherry cabinets. Two wide hallways lead in opposite directions to matching master bedrooms. Each has French doors opening onto balconies looking towards the ocean. Pounding waves, crash against rocky cliffs lining the small private cove. There is a king sized bed in a large room, a smaller sitting room, and a bathroom with marble floors. A bay window by the large tub looks towards the water. "I approve," she mummers, pecking a kiss. "This will do." She chuckles. "It's quaint, not too big." "Like I said, it'll do." She leans closer, offering a passionate kiss. "Maybe we should...." "Uh-huh, try out each room." - That evening they sit undressed on the sandy beach of the secluded cove. A small fire burns near as he lifts her onto his lap. She still hears the last words she said on the couch in the great room - 'getting sore', words she never consider having to say. The lovemaking was still off the charts, and she understood it would resume soon. She puts an arm around his neck and suckles his lower lip before letting her tongue roam about his mouth. She had wrestled frequently about how to broach the subject of her former body, the device, not having legs, and all the issues that threatened to derail the future of their relationship. "Robert...." She pecks a few kisses. He rests a finger across her lips. "Shhh. It doesn't matter." "What? What doesn't matter?" She sucks his mouth. "There's something...." "I know, and I don't care. I saw the Mark II in your purse when I lifted you out of the car. I love that you have it and want to use it." "I can be anyone for you." "I know. I've read about it, and I understand. Honestly, it was a relief when I noticed it." "Are you sure? You wouldn't like me the way I was, and I don't want to be the old me, even if we don't...." She wipes at a tear. "I was hoping that by the end of the weekend, it wouldn't matter." "It doesn't matter one bit. I told you in the restaurant when you just had one leg that I wanted you." "You...." "It all clicked when I saw the device a while ago and I almost said something. It's been a struggle not too. The excitement was overwhelming." She sniffs and dabs at her tears. "Thanks." She sniffs again. "I'm falling in love for the first time in my life." "Darling, I was in love that first minute I saw you with one leg earlier in the week. Now, well I'm in heaven. Will you stay with me?" "My work, my house?" "You won't need to work, unless you want." "Are you sure?" "More than anything else. Please? Be legless, have one leg, have any body. Just be with me." - Six months passes like a single tick of a clock for both Gina and Robert. She has never changed out of body 329 and still has both legs off at the hip. He often carries her around cradled in one arm, sometimes even out in public. They both enjoy the attention that creates. She had sent Carla an email with the link to the web site for the Mark II, but as with Kate, she never heard from her again. It didn't matter. The summer days are still warm, and Gina swims laps in the infinity pool. The water moves softly over bare skin, falling gently over legless hips. She stops finally, and dangles from the edge staring out to sea and listening to the waves crashing in the cove. "How's the love of my life?" Robert asks, sitting not far away. He shifts in the chair then crosses his legs at the ankles. She swims the few strokes to the wide steps at the shallow end then crawls up. Using her hands and swinging the hips along, she moves closer. "Never better. It's still a dream, but I don't plan on waking up." She snickers. "Likewise." "Any big plans for the day?" "Other than being with you, no." He chuckles. "I talked to Ray, and he is stepping up his involvement in the company so I can spend more time with you." He reaches down and lifts her onto his lap, and she nibbles his mouth. "I hope you don't mind." She wiggles on his lap feeling the bulge grow. "More time for bedroom sports."