“Hold on hold on...so youre telling me you want to get surgery...to remove your limbs...and your head...for a summer job?”

“Mooooommm, it’s just for three months, and its not surgery like your thinking. Things have changed a lot since you were young. And I’ll make enough to pay for school! They can put everything back exactly how it was before. No scars, can’t even tell anything happened.” I was still trying to figure out exactly what I wanted back...if anything.

“Technology these days...they didn’t have this kind of stuff when I was a kid. So you’re going to do what again? Im having a hard time following.”

“For the third time, Im going to work at the fetish club as a greeter. It pays almost $500 a week. On the side I will have an Only Fans account where I’ll set up a livestream and talk to people who are into complete torsos.”

“Wait so how are you going to do any of that? You won’t have arms, or legs, or a head!”

“I’m 18 now, so I can get a neural lace. The club provides replacement limbs for free and any time I need it I have my best friend Mickie to help me out. She promised to help me the whole summer and she seems really excited." Im pretty sure Mickie has a fetish for helplessness. It was her I was most excited about.

“Why do you even want to do this? Cant you just wear bondage straps or latex suits like a normal person?”

“I mean...I am a normal person, mom...and I will have on bondage straps and latex suits. A lot of people even like it when girls have their replacement limbs on wearing stuff like that. It’s just business, really.”

“Where will they put...like, you know...” Mom said as she gestured vaguely to her head.

“The brain goes in the abdominal cavity, right about here.” I placed my hand at the lower half of my belly. "Ill wear a really cute cover over my shoulders and will still be able to eat and breath through it."

“Where does ‘you’ go? Right now, I feel like me is right behind my eyes, you know?”

“Well to be technical, the center of consciousness usually sits where your most sensitive sensory organs are. So when my eyes are shut off, those places are usually around the nipples and the clit.” I lightly touched each while explaining, “When the eyes are on consciousness tends to move around with whereever the vision goes."

“And so you’ll use one of these?” Mom points to the computer screen on the table with us at a small waterproof device containing two 180 degree cameras, multiple microphones and a speaker.

“Yep! It connects directly with the neural lace so you can put it basically anywhere.”

“Anywhere...?” Mom blushed.

“Haha, yes mommm!”

“When are you planning to do this to...yourself?”

“The gig starts next monday so I have five days to pick up my limbs, get the lace and get used to everything before my first day. I can go to a mod studio today to get it done.” I didn’t tell her that I made an appointment over a week ago.

“My baby. You always have been quite interesting.  Sometimes I wish I was born in your day. Well, you are 18, so I can’t tell you not to do it. As long as you promise to bring back everything at the end!”

I guess Ill need to cross that bridge when we come to it.