Annie sighed and looked back at her frappe. The assignment deadline was looming but it was so dull. She took a big sip of her drink and switched windows on the screen. The same website as always.
However much she tried to pull her thoughts back to database permissions, her head was full of the images of women who had used the new place in the city to change their bodies to something new. Annie had always known she was different. Wanted to be more different. And she had done what she could. But now the possibilities seemed endless . Limited it would appear only by your imagination. And budget.
Annie looked at her saved files on the configurator. She was getting close to the estimated price but she needed a boost. She wanted something now. She started over. Keeping it simpler. Opting for a temporary transformation for now. It wasn’t quite what she wanted but it was a start.
Annie sat outside a cafe a few doors along from The Body Shop, sipping her juice nervously. She had arrived more than an hour early and there was a big part of her still tempted to chicken out and go home. She hadn’t seen anyone else enter or leave, which was only making her more nervous. She checked the time on her phone one last time and headed for the storefront before she backed out completely.
Walking into the store, heart doing its best to escape through her chest Annie was a little taken aback. Underwhelmed even. The website was so slick. Crisp white backgrounds, minimalist fonts and the rest. Annie had been expecting to walk into something that looked like a lab, all shiny surfaces and complicated scientific equipment. Instead she felt as if she had walked into a shop from the set of a period drama. A small space with a high counter and dark wood shelves.
“Ah you must be our eleven o’clock?”
The guy behind the counter was small and wizened peering at Annie through steel rimmed spectacles.
“Hi. Yes. I am here for…” Annie stuttered nervously, glancing over her shoulder towards the door still on the verge of backing out.
“Yes yes, I can see you have checked in online, all the disclaimers completed. It seems you are ready to go Miss. Please step through there and change into the robe provided.”
Annie took another deep breath, wondering for a second if she should have something stronger than a juice while she was waiting. One more breath and she opened the red velvet curtain and headed into the small changing room.
“Hi there”
Annie blushed furiously. She had exited the other side of the changing room and found herself in a much larger space. Again the room confounded her expectations. Still no sign of the high tech hardware which she had just assumed would be needed to carry out the kind of wild body modifications the website offered. Instead she was in a room which may have been designed for an H.G. Wells movie. Dark wood, brass, leather. Velvet drapes. And in the centre a stunning women who Annie could barely tear her eyes away from.
“I see here are booked in for a temporary re-arrangement. Just two weeks ? “
Annie looked at the women again. She was blonde, probably six feet tall even without her heels and dressed in a figure hugging dark red dress. Her figure was incredible; long slender legs, curvy hips, an impossibly narrow waist and an extremely generous bust. She looked like a cartoon pin up made real. It took a moment or two for Annie to realise that she was probably a walking advertisement for her employer.
“Ye…ye..Yes. Just a simple one I am afraid. Its all I can manage right now”
“Oh I am sure it will be fun. And we all have to start somewhere”
Annie blushed again, looking around the room self consciously as the hostess looked in a large leather bound ledger. It was only now as she was trying to calm herself that she took in the contents of the shelves and cabinets arrayed around the room. A row of feet. Hands, shins and thighs. Bellies. Her eyes scanned the room. Bare chests, breasts, and she realised blushing furiously once more, genitalia of all shapes and sizes. She felt her cheeks flush even more.
“If you would like to head over there and change into the robe provided..”
Annie took a deep breath and headed to the cubicle. Sliding out of her modest street clothes she looked at herself briefly in the mirror, allowing herself to imagine just for a minute what she hoped would be the end result, and then slipped the silk robe on and padded hesitantly out into the room where the shop assistant was waiting by a padded bench.
“So looking at your file I can see this is really just a trial run and that you hope to be back for more later”?
“Yes, I have only managed to save up enough for today’s treatment. I would love to do more, for longer. But its hard to get the money together as a student you know.”
The assistant nodded and thought for a second.
“I do have a suggestion, if you are open to ideas? I have a client who has asked for arms of a certain type for a plan she has in mind. We are a little low on stock at the moment. If you wanted to try being armless for a while as well then we could give you credit if we could use your arms for that assignment.”
Annie felt her mouth fall open. It was beyond her wildest dreams. Armless too, And for a longer period of time. Then panic set in. How would she manage? Was she ready?
“Which reminds me that we have another regular client who is always on the look out for staff for his bar with alternative body forms. If we hooked you up maybe you could extend the period of your transformation”.
Again, more questions. What sort of place. How would she be able to tend bar with no arms ? It all sounded both terrifying and too good to be true. Annie took one more deep breath.
“Yes. Yes to everything. Do it all.” She immediately blushed furiously once more but was determined to follow her dream all the way for once. She signed some more forms and gave some payment details then with shaking fingers untied the belt to her robe and let it fall to the floor before laying back on the padded bench. She looked down at her own body with mixed feelings even as the assistant.
Despite all her research, her hours of dreaming of this, fantasising even, Annie was still shocked as the blonde walked up clutching a human leg in her hands. It was long, toned and appeared to twitch and wriggle as it was held. Besides admiring it Annie couldn’t help but wonder about the story. Who did it belong to, where was the rest of her?
The assistant gently parted Annie’s own legs before setting the new addition down on the bench between them. Annie looked away as the assistant’s hands brushed her hip and she felt herself react.
“When we add this , what would you like us to do with …?”
Annie took a deep breath.
“You can tidy it up … it can all go”
The assistant simply nodded as Annie said good bye to a residual part of the old her. She lowered a semi circular gadget over Annie’s lower half. It looked a little like half an oil drum, and fitted neatly over Annie’s waist covering her from there down. A series of lights and switches covered the brass frame, while much the rest of the strange gadget was trimmed in cushioned brown leather.
All it took was a couple of thrown switches for the lights to begin to flash. As a low hum emanated from somewhere Annie gasped. Her legs felt hot then there was a sharp feeling between her legs. A tingle, then heat and then a flash of searing pain before a soothing sense of soft warmth. Annie gripped the edge of the bench and whimpered.
“It can be a little intense,, shall we proceed ? “
Annie nodded weakly and tried to compose herself. She felt numb from the waist down, it was hard to tell exactly what was going on. The assistant proceeded quietly. She lifted the cover and moved it so it shielded Annie from neck to waist. Once again the flashing lights heralded a wave of sensation. Annie almost passed out.
“All done, you did very well”
As the assistant moved the cover away Annie looked down at her body. She watched the assistant carry two limp arms away to a waiting trolley then looked at her own shoulders. Smooth and rounded, it looked as if she had never been intended to have arms there. Her pulse raced. She was certain her breasts looked a little more perky but gave it no thought as she struggled to sit up without arms to lever her. She gave a little yelp of joy. From her smooth hips now sprouted the three legs she had dreamed of. Identical toned legs ending in perfectly manicured feet. The extra limb merged seamlessly with the centre of her slightly wider hips while of genitalia of any description there was no sign.
With the assistant’s help Annie got up and tried her new self out for the first time. She walked slowly to the mirror, finding adapting to the rhythm of walking with three legs surprisingly easy.
Her eyes drank in every inch of her new shape, three perfect legs, subtly re-configured hips and her upper body smooth and toned and utterly devoid of arms.
Wow.
………. ……….
Annie took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror once more. She seemed to do that a lot lately. In the days that had passed since her transformation she had been as happy as she could ever remember. She was so nervous going outside, but while she received the stares she expected they were all fascinated by the same things she now admired about her body. Even the frustrations of life with no arms just seemed an exciting challenge
But this was the bit she was nervous about. The new job which was funding her current shape. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time. The three shoes weren’t too high in the heel, which made sense if she were to be on her feet all night. Her three legs led up to a very mini skirt indeed. Annie hadn’t found an underwear solution for her new shape yet so had to go without so the skirt made her very self conscious even though there wasn't much left for it to hide. She wore a matching bikini top to complete the bar’s uniform.
The real puzzle had been how she would be much help in a bar, even a bar for people of niche tastes, with no arms. The solution had just been fitted to her. A wide leather belt around her waist attached a tray whose shape was curved to follow Annie’s waist. A matching collar had a pair of decorative chains running from a ring to the leading edge of the tray to hold it steady, as long as Annie kept straight and walked carefully. A card reader on the side of the tray completed the equipment for her first night on the job.
Annie couldn’t quite believe she was about to step out into a busy bar dressed in a way which drew so much attention to her and her new shape. But this was how she was funding her new body and so was a price worth paying. And besides, she was forced to admit she was surprised just how much she loved showing off her new shape.
With a deep breath Annie headed out into the bar.