“First, I’d like to thank Brieanne for agreeing to be the subject in tonight’s demonstration.” A strawberry blonde student, dressed in a lab coat, walked onto the stage and waved to the audience, then shook the doctor’s hand, before stepping to the side as he continued his presentation.

“My esteemed colleagues,” the doctor continued, “As you know, we’ve made some great advances since the discovery of the alien technology. I assume you have all read my documents concerning quantum intersectional phasing, but sometimes it takes actually seeing the phenomenon to understand just how remarkable it really is.”

As he spoke, some graduate students wheeled out the equipment, mainly consisting of a box with dials and blinking lights, and a plexiglass sheet mounted to a stand. There were some straps on the plexiglass.

“A reminder, ladies and gentlemen, we are professionals here, and you remember the technology only affects organic material, so, that being said… Brieanne, if you would proceed?”

Breianne smiled demurely, and unbuttoned her lab coat, then shrugged it off. She was naked beneath. Wearing only her sneakers, she walked over to the plexiglass, and leaned back against it.

The doctor secured the straps across her chest, and around her waist. “The reason for these will be apparent momentarily,” he said, fiddling with the buckles. “There. Brieanne, are you ready?”

“Yes doctor.” She nodded, still leaning against the plexiglass.

“Excellent,” the doctor walked over to the box, and withdrew a thin rod from within. “The bulky device is primarily a charger- the wand itself uses a lot of energy, but our advances have made the batteries rather small.” He twisted the shaft a bit and examined the settings. “Now, Brieanne, please wave to the audience.”

The young woman lifted her left arm and, smiling, waved. The doctor stepped close, and gently grasped her forearm, then aimed the wand at her hand. Instantly, as if erasing a layer from a digital picture, it vanished. He moved the wand up her arm, to her shoulder, and the limb faded away beneath its tip. He stepped back, smiling as he heard some stunned gasps from the audience. Brieanne lifted her right hand to feel her left shoulder, her fingers curling around her stump, her hand moving through the space where her arm would be attached. “Wow,” she smiled. “That’s amazing- it’s really gone!”

“Brieanne, can you tell our audience how it felt?”

“It tickled a bit when you passed the wand over my arm, but now I don’t feel anything.”
The doctor knelt down. Brieanne bent her right leg, and he removed the shoe and sock from her right foot. He picked up the wand again, and moved it up her leg to her knee. The flesh vanished beneath it, and Brieanne shifted her position to balance on her left leg. She looked down as the doctor moved the wand up her thigh, and gasped, then, blushing slightly, moved her arm to cover her hardening nipples. He stopped close to the top of her thigh as she giggled. “Doctor! Sorry, that part’s rather sensitive. Err, I mean was rather sensitive, I guess.”

“Why don’t you kick that leg for us, Brieanne?”

The blonde student lifted what remained of her thigh, offering a view of a bloodless amputation, a clear view of vivisected bone, showing the marrow. The femoral artery pulsed as if blood was still pumping down through it to her missing leg, and her muscles twitched in plain sight of the audience. One or two people started to applaud.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” The doctor smiled. “Now, watch what happens if I narrow the beam.”

He twisted the wand again, and drew a quick line through Brieanne’s left leg, just at her hip. He gently set his hand against her inner thigh as she blushed again, and pushed. Her body sagged against the straps as her leg detached and slid away, no longer supporting her weight. It kicked in his arms as he stepped away from his subject and down from the stage.

“Remember, Brieanne, this is for science,” he looked back, as he handed the vivisected limb to someone sitting in the front row. Her sock and pink sneaker were still on the foot.

“Please be careful with that,” Brieanne pleaded, as the scientists prodded her thigh and ran their fingers over the cut. She squeaked. “Hey! Stop that!”

The doctor smiled. “With a thin enough beam, I could have transected her toes and handed them out- but Brieanne requested I leave her shoe on for this part of the demonstration.”

“I’m really ticklish!” Brieanne yelped, red-faced. The doctor took back the leg, still kicking. He waved the wand down its thigh, which vanished under its movements, then brushed the beam across her calf. He moved it back up her shin to disappear the rest, then untied the shoelaces and slid her stockinged foot out of the sneaker. He twisted the settings on the wand, and peeled off the sock, then passed the wand over the foot, which dissolved away as Brieanne laughed and twitched against the straps holding up her torso.

She moved her right hand down to cover her pubic hair as she looked out at the audience, blushing. “Sorry, I didn’t think it’d feel like this.”

The doctor smiled. “You’re doing fine, Brieanne. Anything to add before I continue as we discussed?”

Brieanne gulped. “Um, bye, everyone!” She raised her hand in a half wave. The doctor twisted the wand, and aimed it at her head, which vanished almost instantly, leaving just Brieanne’s torso and arm, which reached up, prodding the stump of her neck. The doctor took her hand gently, and, with a casual swipe of the wand, erased it. He moved down her arm, obliterating it. He then used the wand almost like an artist to clean up the stumps until only Brieanne’s torso remained.

Setting the wand down, he moved his hands through the places where the young woman’s legs, arms, and head had been. Then he ran his fingers up and down her side. Her nipples crinkled and her belly and chest writhed as if she were gasping and laughing.

“All right, I think we’re ready to conclude the demonstration.” The doctor picked up the wand again, twisted it to its widest setting, and, starting at her obviously moist pubic area, moved it up what remained of the student’s slender torso, until only the straps hung loose from the plexiglass. Brieanne had completely vanished.

“Before we conclude, are there any questions?”

Several hands raised, and one scientist, unable to help himself, shouted, “Oh, I can’t until you bring her back so she can tell us how that felt!”

The doctor looked surprised. “Professor Brown. I really had assumed you read my report. Didn’t you understand that this effect is permanent?”

The other grad students wheeled the equipment away as the doctor rolled his eyes and walked off the stage.