Magic changed a lot of things in my life. Noticing that you have the ultimate power to alter, move, or shape anything to your own desires can be quite the shocker, but after a few years and a lot of practice, I can say I'm getting the hang of it pretty nicely now. It did raise some questions at first. Why me? Why imbue an ordinary guy from that random country in this random time such unspeakable powers? And with no directives whatsoever? It could have ended up badly. Like me killing billions of people in the blink of an eye. But, lucky enough for the universe, I'm not much of a prick and I pretty much just enjoy what I can do without thinking too much about it. 

One boring saturday afternoon when I was 12, I moved my first ball of crumbled paper and by the time I was 13, I could set it on fire. From there, it only went uphill. And I mean uphill. Flight, elemental powers, morphing, teleportation, phasing, even controlling time itself came to me as an unearthly gift (not that I was stupid enough to go fuck shit up back in time). Still, I enjoyed the serenity of a normal life and went through school just as one might expect, not killing anyone out of pure frustration or turning bullies of mine into frogs. The worst I did was probably freeze time to put fingers up the nose of the people I hated most. And also peeking in the girl's locker-room. But that's pretty much it. After all, I do consider myself a merciful god. 

At 20, after years of pondering, I decided to change myself into a girl. Again, I probably put way too much thought into it than I should've. Why hesitate when I can change back a minute later if I don't like it? I have principles, that's all. For normal people out-there, it's a life-changing decision. Just because I can do whatever I want doesn't mean I should (right?). That's me being dramatic about stupid stuff when I probably have the power to push Mars out of it's orbit. Anyway.

So here I am at 24 years old. I tossed my old body away and gave myself a new one. What I look like isn't really important, expect maybe my flowing red hair. The only thing I kept from my previous self was the devious and poisonous sexual drive of men. Added to my new woman mindset, they completed each other in a paradoxical way. My girl side is wiser and thoughtful, while my manliness thrives on novelty and extravagance. That leads me to being "fairly" responsible most of the time when using my powers, with occasional outbursts of questionnable actions only I can perceive.

One of the first serious experiments I can remember was during my first year studying at university. I was 21. I remember it perfectly. Me and some of my friends had toured all the strip clubs in the city to get drunk and celebrate the end of the semester. In a club called Powerdrive, I went into a private room with the most beautiful girl I had seen in a long time. Fortunately for me, she had no problem dancing for a (pretty) girl. And boy was she gorgeous. Taller than me, with long dark hair and deep blue eyes that were just sooo scandinavian. If this club's cabins only had sofa chairs, full rooms had beds, and clients with lots of money could pay to have intercourse. But I was in for something else, of course. After several minutes of dancing and spinning on the room's pole, I paid her for additional time as well as physical contacts, to which she agreed. I took my own shirt off and laid back once more onto the soft bed, hands on my lap. As she climbed on the bed on all fours, I winked at her. The room flickered.

As fast as a birthday balloon can deflate, so did her limbs. Arms and legs vanished almost entirely, leaving her stilt-like stumps only a few inches long to support her reduced body. Her gaze was locked into mine and did not flinch an instant. While she still wore her string, her free breasts brushed on the sheets as I patiently waited for her. Like this, she looked more animal than human, shifting her weight from one limb to the other as she progressed along the bed. After a few paces, she swung herself in a sitting position and closed her eyes, her hair shadowing her face. She raised her arms and played with her breasts for a few minutes. Pushing them against her body, bringing them together or sensually feeling them before me, she didn't seem to be bothered by her sudden lack of hands. She bit her lip and ran her stumps in her messy hair before going back to her breasts. Spreading her legs, she bent forward and tried to reach for her crotch without success. She smirked.

From this position, she extended her body forward and gracefully landed on the sheets again, lifting her head to catch my stare. From my point of view, her limbs barely sprouted from under her hourglass-shaped body which made her look completely defenseless. Her stumps sank in the mattress as she crawled towards me and turned around to grind her ass on my genitals. I grabbed her breasts from behind and she pressed her brief arms against my hands. A warm sensation rushed through my body. Her stomach was delightfully flat and her abs, thanks to her new body configuration, were muscular and firm. I found the fabric of her string and went over it to massage her short legs. She brought them together to secure my hands and the strength of her muscles surprised me. We moaned in unison. 

What came next, even I barely remember. Tangled hair. Our red hot breath on eachother's face. Taking my remaining clothes off. Muffled music coming from accross the walls. A buzzing sound from my cellphone. Her short limbs expertly running across my body and my breasts. Her tongue tasting my sweaty skin. Her own, as smooth as a feather in her new state of helplessness. Our encounter was never once interrupted by nails scratching my back or fingers gripping my arms. Still facing me, she stood on her legs to gain (barely any) height and buried my face in her chest. Grabbing her breasts from below with my hands, I tipped her over and towered her small body, poor-little-out-of-breath-thing. When I kissed her, I felt her limbs hold onto me harder for a moment before kissing me back. A few minutes later, she gently brought her arms to my cheeks and I detached my face from hers. Her stumps softly fell back on the bed.

"Time's up, sweetie. Want another round?" Her voice had a distinct scadinavian accent that sent shivers down my spine. Although, I knew money wasn't all she had in mind. By the moment she pronounced those words, I knew I couldn't resist either.

"As a mather of fact, I do. What are the odds of two people like us meeting in a situation like this?."

The room vibrated again under the effect of my power. By the time I buried my fingers deep into the ocean of her hair, I was already feeling them starting to shrink, along with the rest of my limbs. I lost control of my toes and felt them retract inside of me along with my two feet, the fabric of my pants flattening along with my disappearing flesh. My grasp on her locks loosened as my digits left one by one and my hands evaporated. Reaching for the back of her head with the remains of my palm, I pressed her face against mine. She pushed her torso up using her arms and tensed her abs to straighten-up as she slid her tongue in my mouth. Securing her using my shrinking arm stumps, I flipped us over to bring her on top of me, her hair overwhelming my field of view. She rested her incomplete arms on my shoulders to assert her position, creating a gap between our boiling bodies.

Just like she had done minutes ago, I brought an arm stump to her face and gently ran it on her cheek. What a peculiar display it was. Two gorgeous naked woman, touching, kissing, and pleasuring each other, fully satisfied with what their smooth stumps had to offer. However, mines didn't stop there, but instead shrunk all the way inside me, leaving my hips and shoulders completely empty, and myself totally helpless. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to catch my breath and the sight of my own reduced body made me dizzy. Both shoulders were narrower than I expected and my collarbones pointed upwards, now obsolete remnants of my upper limbs. Further down, my pelvis was just as brief. Even if I tried, I'm not sure I could've told where my ass actually ended. My skin simply curved forward until it blended again with my stomach. I squirmed under my companion and arched my back to try and let some fresh air between us, grunting under the simple effort of moving my torso.

Her ear being within reach, I spoke softly : "So, how is it to have a customer that can't reach her own tits even if her life depended on it?"

She kissed me, smiled and laid her body against mine in a sweet embrace : "Sure is nice to be the one with more control for once."

We stayed like this for a while. I guess neither of us wanted this moment to end. Somehow, I was able to gently rub her cheek if I moved my shoulder just right. If at first being so limited felt frustrating, this simple movement now filled me with content.

After what felt like an eternity, she straightened up and set me against the pillows on the bed. She reached for my clothes on the nightstand and I instinctively tried to gesture her against it, resulting in an imperceptible movement of my body. I spoke up instead.

"Don't worry about me", I said. "Just send one of my friends in."

She "Alright then. Take your time, I'll tell the security guys not to disturb you."

She kissed me on the forehead and touched my cheek one last time before rolling over to the side of the bed. She sent her buttocks down first and clinged to the sheets using her arms to slow her fall to the carpeted floor. She reached for a pair of car ears (that she definitely was not wearing prior to our session) and set them on her head before dropping on all fours. She walked up to a button right beside the door, sat back up and pressed it with her left arm. Soon after, the door opened and she walked out of the room, wiggling her ass before my eyes.

My friend Piper entered shortly after and helped me get dressed. Being a girl of a few words, she respectfully put my clothes back on, fitting my shirt on my chest and effortlessly put my ass in the brief pair of pants that laid on the floor. She secured my body on my wheelchair and got us out of the room. 

When I met my friends back at the bar, I remember them being really excited to hear what I had to say about the quad amputee stripper. Of course, they didn't know I wasn't actually a quad myself, which is weird since I drove us all downtown earlier that evening. But under the effect of my recent experience, I could find very few words to describe it. Exotic? Sure. Hot? Definitely. But also liberating. Like something had triggered inside of me. Like I had discovered a part of myself I didn't know.

Also, I restored the stripper's limbs to their full lengths when we got out. I told you, I'm not an asshole. Most of the time.

I slept through the night like this, though. I'd give my limbs away anytime for a 24/7 caretaker.