Half a Date is Better than None
"Come on, come on, be open!" a thirtyish brunette muttered to herself as she rushed across the street.  Susan had a big date tomorrow night, and had just discovered that her last good pair of nylons had been 'borrowed' by her ex-roommate.  An IOU wasn't going to make her legs feel sexy.

After nine in the evening few stores were open near where Susan lived, and it was too late to take a bus downtown.  Her only hope was the new adult store a block from her house.  She'd noticed it was open late when she came home.  It looked tasteful enough from the outside, so she hoped it sold nylons that weren't too tacky.

Inside was a riot of colours and Susan was pretty sure her cheeks went a few new shades as well.  The wares ran the gamut from the gaudiest of g-strings to what looked like some very stylish satin gowns.  Susan wandered a bit closer and discovered that the gowns had tearaway skirts.  The girl manning the cashier's desk pointed out the changerooms, where Susan discovered she looked pretty darn hot in them.  She'd done pretty well on her latest temp job, so she figured she could splurge a little on herself.  Besides, Terry might like it...

Susan took the dress to the cashier.  "I love this dress.  How hard is it to reattach the skirt?"

The cashier grinned.  "Ah, it's easy.  Just stick it back on.  I'm not sure what they use, it's feels more like velvet than velcro but works about the same.  We have a line of silk panties that match these pretty well, if you'd like.  Looks good together once the skirt comes off."

Susan shook her head.  "I need some nylons.  Something that'll make my boyfriend really pay attention to me."

The girl pointed to a stand beside the counter.  It announced itself as carrying the 'Super Natural Sensations' line.  "Those are our most popular ones... I have a few pair myself.  Huh, looks like we're out of a few.  They're hard to keep in stock."

Susan surveyed the selection.  The peg columns labelled Sheer and Super-Sheer were empty, but there were a few still hanging under Disappear.  "Interesting names," she commented.

"You don't know the half of it."

Susan put a pair of the Disappear nylons on the counter.  Inside the package they looked like the palest of grey wisps.  "Will these get me noticed?"

The girl grinned very widely.  "Oh, he'll notice you, alright.  Good, you have the reinforced sole, that's handy with these."

"I wasn't about to pick up the crotchless ones.  I don't want to assume it's going to be quite that sort of date.  We've only been seeing each other for a week."

The cashier grinned wickedly at Susan.  "Get a pair of the other, too.  If you're feeling adventurous enough..."

Susan grinned back.  "Who knows.  Maybe it will become that kind of date."  She added the second pair to the pile.

"Just remember to go with the flow, and you can have a lot of fun with these.  I certainly have."

"Thanks!"  Susan gave the girl a jaunty wave as she left the store.

Susan brought her extra-large purse to work the next day.  Tucked inside it were her sexiest pair of red heels, and one pair of the new nylons.  She wore a charcoal grey button-down shirt over a long red skirt.  In truth, the skirt was part of a low-cut red dress, but as long as her shirt stayed buttoned up, nobody should notice that.  She hoped.

"Dressing up for your last day Sue?"

Susan smiled at her manager, Jim.  "Yeah.  You guys were great to work for, but..."

"I know, Deb's back next week.  I really wish we had enough work to keep you on, but you know how it is."

"I've been temping for years, I know the drill."  Plus, she thought to herself, there's an upside.  Dating co-workers doesn't work so well, but once she wasn't working there any more it wouldn't matter if they knew about her and Terry.

Susan peeked out onto the shop floor, and waved at Terry.  He waved back, then went back to sand-blasting the granite block he was working on.  Susan skipped to her desk, a smile on her face.

At lunch, Jim got everyone in the company together (all seven of them) for a celebratory cake in Susan's honor.  He gave a brief speech about how sorry they all were to see her go.  Then he added, "With one exception.  Terry, be good to this one, OK?  She's a keeper."

Terry blushed very cutely.  Susan felt her cheeks getting a bit warm, too.  Then everyone started congratulating and commiserating with Susan, distracting them once again.  Nobody seemed to be making an issue of it at all.  It made Susan wish she'd first asked Terry on a date weeks ago, rather than just last Friday.

The afternoon's filing took forever.  Susan had never seen a clock run so slowly before.  But finally she was done.  She hoped she'd left things in a fit state for Deb to pick them back up the next week, but given how distracted she'd been she really had no idea.  On the dot of five, Terry stopped by her desk.  He'd put on a clean shirt, as his work-shirt was always full of sand at the end of the day.  His hair was damp from a recent vigorous scrubbing, too.  Susan smiled.  What he lacked in polish he made up for in rough charm.

"Just give me a minute, I need to freshen up too," Susan said.  She grabbed her purse, and headed into the washroom.  Off came the button-down shirt, folded and tucked beside her purse.  Out came the makeup, for just a little touch-up.  Well, and some fiery red lipstick that Terry had complimented her on before.

Finally, Susan opened up the new nylons, and shook them out.  They were a wispy grey, and seemed to shimmer slightly in the light.  When she stretched them out to check for runs, they became almost completely transparent.  "Wow.  I see why they called them 'Disappear'."  

Susan took off her boring flat black shoes, and tucked them in her purse.  She bunched the nylons up so she could get her feet into them, then stepped in, one foot then the other.  Once her feet were settled into the amazingly sheer fabric, she rolled them up her legs.  They felt so smooth and light it tickled her skin.  The feel of them wrapping up her legs made her feel all tingly and more than a little turned on.

Susan settled the top of the nylons on her hips, then hiked her skirt up again to get a good look at her legs.  They felt incredible and she hoped they looked just as...  "What the hell?"

Susan stared.  Her legs... weren't there.  She hiked her dress up higher, until she could see her hips.  Her body just sort of ended at the hips, and even those didn't quite look right - they seemed more rounded than before.

Terry tapped on the washroom door.  "Are you OK in there?"

Susan reached down to touch her legs, hoping they were just invisible.  Her hand went right through them.  "How am I even standing?" she wondered aloud.  She tried lifting up one foot, and could see a ghostly grey foot rise from the floor.  It was barely visible, but when she touched it it felt solid enough.  "Reinforced feet.  Cute."

Susan slipped her sexy red heels on, relieved that they still fit.  She let her skirt drop, and wiggled her hips as she studied the image in the mirror.  If she took small steps, it wasn't too noticeable, really.

Terry tapped on the door again, more urgently.  "Susan?"

Susan grinned.  "This should be fun."  She flung the door open, and posed dramatically.

Terry's jaw dropped.  "You look amazing!"

Susan's grin widened.  "Thank you."  She floated past him, carefully taking dainty steps.  She couldn't feel her dress against her legs, and the strangeness made her feel tingly and giddy inside.  "So where are you taking me?"

Terry's mouth re-engaged.  "Uh, to … well, it was going to be Olive Garden.  But you're so dressed up, maybe we should go somewhere fancier?"  Terry said uncertainly.

Susan drifted toward the door and freedom.  "Olive Garden is fine.  There's a dance club down the street from it, yes?"

Terry started, and then quickly darted to the door so he could open it for his date.  "I think so.  Do you want to go dancing?"

"I think it might be fun, tonight."

On the drive to the restaurant, Susan fretted.  Her skirt was lying completely flat on the seat of Terry's car.  She held her shirt and purse above it, and sort of lifted the corners a bit with her hands, hoping to disguise the absence of her legs.  Terry didn't seem to notice at all, he was busy either watching the road, or her face.  That was one of the things that had endeared him to Susan - most guys looked at her breasts rather than at her face.  She noticed him sneaking the occasional peek, but he really was making an effort.

Once they were seated at the restaurant, Susan relaxed.  The waitress kept giving her odd looks, but at least Terry couldn't see how her skirt lay.  Of course, she couldn't help but sneak the occasional peek herself - the surreality of it gave her a little tingle of excitement every time.

The two of them chatted about random things that came to mind as they waited for their food.  Terry was touchingly concerned about Susan finding another job soon.  She already had another temp position lined up, starting a week Monday.  While a week off like that meant no income, she also needed time between jobs to recharge - she'd been working with Terry's company for six months.

"It just seems so insecure," Terry commented.

Susan shrugged.  "I suppose.  But I'm getting lots of experience, and I get to meet interesting new people."  She winked at him, and he grinned.

Susan continued to flirt with Terry through dinner, talking him into trading bites of everything.  They shared a decadent dessert to finish it off.

Once they were outside, Susan practically dragged Terry over to the dance club.  It wasn't just excitement at the thought of dancing while so different.  She had noticed him stealing peeks toward her legs, and had hoped to distract him for a while longer.

The club was packed.  Dancing in such close quarters, Terry never got a chance to look at her legs.  He did remark that she seemed very light on her feet, which made Susan laugh.

Several of the other dancers gave Susan and her floating dance style some odd looks.  What stuck in her mind the most, though, was the one woman that gave her a knowing smile and a wink.  When she looked down at the other woman's legs, she almost expected not to see them.  Instead, she saw some very realistic looking cat paw shaped boots.  Her eyes widened, but the other woman was already dancing away again.  Susan did see an odd swish to the back of the woman's dress as she departed.  She shook her head.  It was almost as if there was a tail moving under the dress, but that didn't make sense.

Susan could have danced all night - it felt as if her legs would never run out of energy.  Terry was visibly tiring, yet still trying to sneak peeks at her legs.  Susan relented, and led him out of the club.  Once they were outside and could hear each other speak she said, "Let's go to my place."

That seemed to perk Terry right up, and got him focussed on finding his car, and then on driving.  Once he'd been invited into Susan's apartment, however, there was nothing left to distract him with.

Terry stared at the gap underneath Susan's skirt.  "What is up with your legs?"

Susan laughed.  "Took you long enough to ask.  I found some very special hose for our date.  More special than I expected."

Terry crouched down, and waved a hand through where Susan's calves should have been.  "But … where are they?"

"Unzip me."  Susan turned her back to him, and waited.  Feeling his solid hands against her back made her shiver.

Once he was done, Susan turned back to face Terry.  With a wriggle and a just bit of help from her hands, the dress slid down, down, then just fell off her hips.  She stepped out of her shoes, her feet ghosting over the dress.  She pirouetted slowly, enjoying the stunned look on Terry's face.

She posed as artfully as she knew how.  The lack of legs made it easier, as she didn't have to worry about them, just the line of her body and arms.

Terry just stared at her, open-mouthed.  After a while, Susan started to get a bit nervous.  Had she gone too far?  "Terry?"

"My God.  You're incredible."

Susan grinned radiantly.  Of course she had to sneak a peek at her reflection in the mirrored doors of her entryway closet, and she had to agree.  There was just one thing wrong...  She slipped out of her padded bra, freeing her breasts.  They weren't large, but as a result they were perky instead of droopy.  "There.  Perfect."  She stretched, flattening her breasts slightly but drawing them into line.

Terry stared at her gape-mouthed some more.  This time Susan waited the reaction out, holding her pose like some kind of mysterious floating statue.

Terry reached out one of his work-roughened hands, and carefully grazed it down her side and over her hip.  She'd seen him use the same gesture feeling for imperfections in a piece of worked stone.  The gentleness of the touch made her skin tremble.

"You're so smooth, so perfect."

Susan grabbed him in a fierce hug and kiss that lasted all the way to the bedroom.  Terry carried her with one arm, while the other shed his clothes.  The strength and solidity of the arm that supported her made Susan melt just a little more.

On the bed, they explored each other's bodies.  Terry's was rough, hairy, and marked with dozens of scars from a reckless youth.  He delighted in exploring her smooth skin, and especially her hips.  They were utterly flawless - her body ended in a perfectly smooth ovoid without feature or blemish, and he compared it to the finest marble.

Unfortunately, Susan was starting to really miss one feature in particular.  Terry's wondering, wandering, grazing touches were making her all gooey inside, but the bits that normally got gooey just weren't there.  It was enough to make her moan in frustration.

"What?" asked Terry, suddenly attentive.

"I want you inside me so bad..."

Terry looked at where his hand was.  He grazed his thumb over where Susan's pussy should have been, making her moan even louder.  "How?"

"I don't know!  I put on these special nylons, and it just happened."

"Then take them off."

Susan pointed to her hips.  "They disappeared with my legs.  I don't know how."

"Were there instructions?"

Susan frowned in concentration, then nodded.  "In the package, there was a yellow slip of paper.  I was too excited about our date to read it.  I thought they were just nylons."

"Where is it now?"

Susan collapsed back on the bed, moaning.  "In the wastebasket at the office.  Can we go back and get it?"

Terry shook his head sadly.  "The cleaners come on Fridays.  It's gone, by now."

Susan looked at her alarm clock, and sighed.  "The store's closed now, too.  Wait!  I bought another pair."  She wriggled off the bed, then went over to her panty drawer.  Terry watched her with admiration and lust on his face.

Susan flipped the packet over in her hands, so she could read the paper slip inside it.  "Let's see...  'Thank you for buying Super Natural Sensations Disappear nylons.'  Blah blah... 'before reading the rest.  No, it's not permanent.'  Cute guys, real cute.  'To remove the garment, visualize the waistband, and imagine your hands pulling it down.'  OK, I can do that."

Susan tossed the packet back into her panty drawer, and hip-bumped it closed.  Grinning seductively she ghosted her way back toward the bed and Terry, who was still watching her with hungry eyes.

Standing - hovering - just beside the bed, Susan closed her eyes and ran her hands down her sides.  Imagining the smoky grey material of the nylons, she could feel it bunch up in her hands.  She undulated her hips slowly as she drew it downward.  And was utterly unprepared for the feel of Terry's tongue burrowing its way into her newly extant and most sensitive bits.

Terry scooped her up into the bed, and made sure to finish what he'd started.

Much later, lying sweatily side by side, Susan tried to finish taking the nylons off.  She couldn't seem to get a purchase on them.  "Bother."

"What?"

"You interruped me taking off the nylons."

Terry cupped her rump.  His hand felt enormous, as if it were bigger than her legs.  Which it was - her legs were the merest of stump.  Terry had earlier claimed they rounded out her bum beautifully.  "You're perfect like this."

"But now I have to wait another four hours to take them off."

"You didn't say interrupting was bad."  Terry was still holding her bum, and grinning.

"That was the next bit," Susan said with faint exasperation.  "It didn't seem important, I was going to do a reappearing strip tease, put on a show for you.  Then you went and..."

Terry's grin got bigger.  "Didn't hear any complaints."

Susan grinned back.  "Nope.  You have a very talented tong...ooooOOH!"  Terry was putting it to good use again.  "OH YES!"

Panting in the afterglow of another shattering orgasm, Susan didn't quite catch Terry's question.  "What?"

"Do you have any condoms?  My pants are by the door, and..."

Susan pulled open her 'toy drawer', not even caring that Terry would see her collection of vibrators.  "Oh, you have the knobbly ones.  I haven't tried those before."

It was a long night.  Susan and Terry enjoyed every bit of it.

In the morning, Susan yawned hugely, and sat up.  She looked around.  No Terry.  There was a depression on one side of the bed that still had his warmth and scent in it, though.  Better yet, the scent of coffee was wafting in through the open bedroom door.

Susan slipped out of bed, and stood on ghostly feet.  She looked down at where her legs should have been, thought about taking off the nylons, then shrugged.  Terry seemed to like her like this.  She put on her shortest silk robe - one that normally would show a lot of leg, but today it covered her completely.

As Susan ghosted out to the kitchen, Terry met her with a mug of coffee and a huge grin.  "Still perfect."

Susan swallowed a huge gulp of coffee.  "Aaah.  Much better.  And I'm sure my hair is a fright."

Terry shook his head.  His sandy hair was cut short, so it barely showed the night's exertions.  "You look … well fucked."  Susan nearly snorted coffee out her nose.  "It's a good look on you."

"Evil man.  And yes, yes I was."

Terry set two plates of toast on the breakfast bar, and pulled out a chair for Susan.  She shook her head, and when he sat down she hopped into his lap.  The fact that his legs were where hers should have been made her squirm with the impossibility of it all.  He grinned, and fed her bites of toast.

Later, Susan was drifting in the kitchen, making some sausages to supplement their breakfast.  Terry was watching her bum, and the gap between it and the floor.  She grinned as she noticed where he was looking.  "Why does that appeal to you?"

"What now?"  Terry quickly looked up to meet her gaze.

Susan swooshed her spatula under her robe, through the space where her thighs should have been.  "This.  You can keep from peeking at my breasts, but not my legs.  What's the attraction?"

Terry stammered incoherently for a bit.  Susan turned the sausages, making them sizzle loudly.  She waited to see what he would come up with.

Terry started speaking, slowly.  "There are some guys who use the back of the shop floor to work.  Sculptors.  We have more space than we need, and rent some out to them.  They get to use our tools, too.  One of them makes these incredible sculptures that look... well half-woman, half …"  Terry trailed off, and pointed at Susan's hips.  "That.  I've always admired them, the human halves look amazingly real, and they blend together so well."

"Really?  I wonder... maybe he gets girls to wear these sort of pantyhose."

"Huh.  I'll ask next time I see him."

Susan served up two plates of sausages and eggs.  "Eat up, you have to keep your strength up."

"What for?"  Terry looked at her confusedly.  Then he caught her saucy smile and grinned back.  "Oh!"

They did eventually make it outside of the apartment, late in the afternoon.  Susan didn't have anything set aside for dinner.  Well, she had had the sausages, but they'd all been eaten.

Susan and Terry returned from their shopping expedition, armed with food and whipped cream.  The latter was not intended, at least initially, as food...

"Can I ask you something?" Terry asked meekly.

Susan grinned.  "Sure, anything."

"Can you put the magic pantyhose back on?"

Susan sighed softly.  "No, it takes most of a day to recharge."

"Aw, fooey.  I was hoping..."

Susan put a finger under his chin, lifting his gaze from the floor to her face.  "I do have the other pair.  Crotchless ones.  Are you feeling adventurous?"