After breakfast, we hopped into the shower, and I got another good look at her altered body.

“What are you staring at, perv”, she asked provocatively.

“Nothing. Just…This is still surreal to me, but in a good way. You’re super hot like this.”

“Aww, come here!” She extended her arm a half and hugged me. “It still feels new, but also exciting.”

I quickly got myself soaped and cleaned up, and then I watched her while she did the same.

The last 15 hours had been like a weird fever dream. I still wasn’t completely used to having one hand, but it sure was an interesting experience. Ben certainly didn’t seem to mind. His eyes had been glued to my right arm longingly ever since I got home. I understood his fascination, though. There was a certain attractiveness to being incapacitated like this. It was a challenge, and only now did I understand just how much I use both hands for.

After I was done cleaning myself, I figured it would be a good idea to also shave before getting out of the shower. My intimates and right armpit were easily done, but my left armpit was tricky.

“Need a hand”, Ben offered.

I considered the offer for a second before responding. “Nah, I’d like to try and figure this one out. Thanks, though!”

“Alright then!”

I considered fixating the razor to the sideboard with a shampoo bottle, but decided to try it with my hand first. I bent my elbow as far as I could and was pleased to find that I could reach my armpit with the razor that way. The entire ordeal felt odd and wasn’t very comfortable, but it worked.

“Well done!” Ben nodded, his eyes glistening almost proudly.

Once we were out of the shower, he handed me a towel, which I used to dry myself off, before I wrapped myself into it, pressing it to my side with my short right arm until I could fixate it. The next task was blow-drying my hair. I struggled a bit in the beginning as well, but once again refused Ben’s offer to help. It took me a few minutes to figure out what to do. First, I brushed my hair and worked the blow-drying care foam into it. Then I switched on the blow-dryer and slowly dried my hair. I had to switch it off and brush my hair again multiple times, but in the end, the result was almost as good as if I had done it as usual. Easy. All that was left for me to do was to brush my teeth. Ben had already done that while I was still busy drying my hair and gone to the bedroom to get dressed.