The artist called me back into his studio and a blanket of euphoria, nervousness and excitement enveloped me. It was a feeling I would only get once in a rare while when I could truly convince myself that yes, one day soon I would lose my arm and finally be complete, at least I thought so. This time was different though. For so many years I envisioned the moment that I would get my arm removed: in times when no one ever acknowledged that this need was real, through the overwhelming social acceptance of morphological freedom, and finally the mainstream acceptance of altered bodies as so much as a fashion statement. My moment I imagined for so long was finally upon me.

"Im Jim and welcome back! What can we get done for you today?" John had a super sweet, almost sultry voice. He just seemed super calm and confident in his job and it put me at ease. Both his arms were covered in graceful tatoos and beautiful line work that traced the contours of his muscles making them look larger than they were.

"Im a little nervous honestly. Im out to my closest friend and family but not a lot of other people." My voice shook as I prepared to indroduce human 4 of 4 to my deepest most precious and damning secret.

"No problemn at all. Ive never had an amputation myself but if it makes you feel any better, every one who comes here for one is a nervous wreck. Its a big change!"

"Yes, but we need it its not like were crazy or any..."

"No of course not!" Jim interrupted. "All I mean is its a huge change for anyone to go through. The results, at least in my humble opinion, are beautiful." I blushed beet red.

I felt a little ashamed at snapping at him but I greedily held my response as the little bit of power that held over him to make him feel bad made my anxiety go away a little. "I would like a right shoulder disarticulation."

"Ok, no bone then, we can do that!" He pulls up a number of folders on his computer. Some folders seemed relevant to tattooing like "line art" or "sketches" and others were tailored more toward body mods like "gauges" "implants" and "prosthetics". He opens one titled "amputations" and opens a subfolder called "SSD" which stands for single shoulder disarticulation.

"Take a look through these and Im gonna step out for just a bit. We can make your stumps look like any of these." Jim casually got up and walked out as he grabbed a cigarette from his shirt pocket.

I swiped through the images, all of whom had at least one entire arm missing. Each one seemed to have different shapes of stumps at the end of their shoulders and some seemed as if almost their entire shoulders were missing. Some of the most attractive to me were the women who didnt have almost any muscle left over and the end of their clavicle jutted out as the farthest point. However I preferreed for myself a more refined yet youthful shoulder stump.

Jim still hadnt returned so I jumped up a couple layers of folders, a little nervously unsure whether he would think I am snooping. Some of the folders housed tattoos and other mainstream body modifications, but others seemed more about porn preferences like "curvy" and "chicks with dicks". I chuckled quietly feeling a slight bit of intimacy about being privy to a couple of his random intimate preferences.

I heard the fire exit door open as I caught out of the corner the name of a folder called "quad bondage". That cant be real. Do people actually get all of their arms and legs removed? I was shocked just imagining how disabling something like the would he to a person. But what would bondage even do for someone without limbs? I forgot he was still on his way in and I still had his personal porn folder open. In a jolt of surprise I slammed the screen down on the table with a loud SLAP!