“Wait, so this really is temporary?” I was stunned. This really did sound interesting.

She giggled at gave me a shove with her stump. “Well, of course! Why on earth would I permanently cripple myself? No, this thing is recreational. My arm stays like this for a week. It’ll be back to normal next Friday.”

“I think you’re hella sexy like that”, I blurted out.

“You do?” Emily looked surprised.

“Yeah, I find it fascinating and you are a hottie anyway. This just makes you insanely hot and fascinating! How does it feel?”

She stopped for a second. “It feels… it’s hard to describe. I can kind of feel my hand, or where it was supposed to be, but whenever I try to move my wrist or my fingers, it just feels numb. As if it’s asleep. It’s super odd, but not uncomfortable. Getting used to only having half an arm is rough, though. I am right-handed, remember? I should’ve held out my other arm. I’m constantly trying to use that arm, to grab something with it or use my phone. Paying for the mulled wine and some gingerbread was way more challenging than I had imagined.”