Sunlight started to shine directly into my eyes. "Uuugh!" I groaned. It's always a weird feeling being woken up while you're in the middle of a dream. I was at a grocery store job I hadn't worked for for years and I dreamt I got fired for coming to work in my underwear. The embarrassment slowly wore off as I started to realize I was just in my cozy bed.

I sat up straight and kicked off the covers. It's best to sleep without undies--keeps everything aired out. A bit of an ordeal if someone breaks in and you have to defend yourself! I'll deal with that when the time comes I guess. I stand up and make my way to the bathroom, legs still weak from sleeping, it's more of a waddle than a walk. Im getting dizzy from all this head movement.

I step up the stool in my bathroom and assess the situation in the mirror. Hair: a total mess. Skin: a bit dry, nothing a little moisturizer can't take care of. A bit of eye shadow still around my eyes from yesterday's makeup, but I'm still learning how to deal with stuff like that.

I reach my foot up to the counter and grab my electric toothbrush between my two biggest toes,. I lay it in front of my toothpaste tube and lay my heel down lightly on the tube, splooging a little bit onto the bristles. Grabbing the brush again, I lean forward, trapping my ankle between my hips and the counter top. My thigh muscles burn any time I do such an intense stretch but it's gotten a lot better over the last four months. Yoga works wonders!

Leaning my head forward I move my head around the stationary brush until my mouth no longer tastes like whatever horribleness happens during the night to make one's mouth taste like this.

Now that I'm a little more awake I can tell you a bit about myself. My name is Sarah. I'm 33 years old and I am trans. No, not the gender bending trans, trans-body. Ever since I was little I always felt super uncomfortable in the body I was given. It never quite--vibed with me. I'd go about my day and things just didn't feel right. My arms just didn't belong, and much of what I would see just didn't look...right. It's hard to explain, I honestly am not sure this kind of feeling can be put into words. The best way to explain it is that I always knew that if I could be in the perfect body, I would be happy. More than happy, ecstatic!

I found some communities online years ago of people that had been photoshopped to have different body configurations. A few communities also made me feel at home with like-minded people who either wanted to have a different body like me, or wanted a partner with some special configuration. A lot of the imaged were of people missing limbs. Some just a finger or part of an arm, but some were missing their whole leg. It looked like the whole bone was missing so only a small twitch was probably possible. Others had interested but more mundane modifications: split tongues, gauged ears, elf ears...super hot, but like I mentioned, they didn't vibe with me.

Then I found *my* community. These people were strange. The images were mostly of women, but there were men too. At least I would assume they started out as men. Most were highly feminine but had a penis (or two). I saw one photo of a man missing his entire head. Just like the amputated leg, his shoulders were a flat, smooth expanse. There must not have been anything left there for him to move! And where was his face...hmm...some people have strange tastes. I imagined myself without my own head. What could that possibly feel like? My first thought was that I would probably be constantly trying to look around and open my eyes, or talk, but nothing at all would happen. That sounds so uncomfortable. Maybe one day if I had the chance to try something like that I would, but I'd never choose something so weird. I would stick out like a sore thumb!

Well you know how they say "I spoke too soon"? I did. It didn't take long before I fell in love. I came across some old albums of women, some photo manipulations and some drawings, with super strange body configurations. Just like the headless man, I saw headless women with perfectly smooth skin between their shoulders. Heavens...

I saw amputee women missing all their limbs with absolutely nothing left to move. I made up stories for them, like that this DSD/DHD woman was addicted to bondage and her boyfriend convinced her to get her limbs removed. With the entire bone removed from the joints it's not even like she is bound. She is actually free from bondage. But any attempt at moving, walking, getting away...would simply just not happen because nothing exists any longer to help.

I found some women missing their heads with a vagina in place of their neck. Their faces, well that was down near their groin--where their vagina would normally be. Wow, how would that even feel? Like eating a big meal any time you're fucked? If you want to eat or drink something, is it a sexual experience? At the beginning it must be especially if you're used to having your pussy down there but now it's your face. How do pants work? I thought of the old meme that asked how various animals would wear pants and I chuckled.

I saw a woman with a head and shoulders but that was the end of normalcy. Directly below that was her hips. Her cute belly extended right below her sexy collar bones followed by her legs. She had no arms; I could see the ends of her collar bones but they looked fused directly to the tops of her hips. I caressed my shoulders in automatic response. Then with one hand I moved my hand down my shoulder, and with the other I started moving it down my hip. So that's what it would feel like to not have a torso, I thought to myself. But where are her organs? How can she balance? If she has sex...can she feel it in her throat?

These women were called SWB I soon learned. Over time my interested got more concentrated and after a while all I would look at were SWBs. Some had breasts and arms but most were simply head and shoulders on hips. My heart swelled and I would almost sweat any time I looked at these women. Oh, what that would be like. I was in love...