She was still shaking her body, so Phian danced along, leaning back and shaking in sync. Doubting she could beat the music herself, she shrugged, but put on an alluring smile. She swept around the other woman, and when she turned to meet her, Phian held up her phone, displaying the message “WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME FROM?”
The other woman raised her eyebrows, and murmured “Ooh, you’re smooth.” Then her face lit up with recognition, and she raised her voice again. “You’re a magician, right?”
Phian laughed, and nodded. A quick, circular swoop of her hand, then she flashed her empty palm.
“Ha!” the woman in red cried triumphantly, still dancing all the while. “I KNEW I’d seen your face on a poster! Phian, right?” At Phian’s nod of further confirmation, she pumped her arm. “Uhn!” she then looked around a bit. “Why you alone, then? You make your date disappear?”
The magician laughed again, clapped her hands together, then slid them apart, bringing her phone back displaying “OUTLASTED HIM”. A quick stroke of her thumb scrolled to the next message: “HE LIKES TO WATCH”. She then pointed to where Joel was seated.
“I want to talk! Can we talk?” the other woman pursued giddily.
Intoxicated by her interest, and maybe a few drinks, Phian smiled, and nodded in the direction of the booth Joel had taken.
“I’m Resa!” she took Phian’s hand, and hurried her over.
As they put distance and bodies between them and the speakers, Resa was able to call over it without leaning in. “Isn’t Phian a dude, though? Are you messing with me?” Her suspicious look was softened by her still-excited smile. “Are you like, his twin sister or something?”
As they reached the table, it didn’t escape Phian’s notice that Joel had unbuttoned his shirt halfway down in an attempt to cool down. She flashed a smile and waved at him, then waved for him to move over, which the pleasantly surprised man obliged.
Phian leaned in close to speak normally in Resa’s ear, hoping it would be enough at this point. “I am what I want to be.” She then took a seat, sliding up hip-to-hip with Joel. He started to raise an arm to put around her shoulder, but she caught it, wrapping her own arm around it, and waved Resa in. Joel’s mouth went tight to control his expression, but his cheeks reddened a shade.
Resa stayed on her feet but set her elbow on the table and leaned in close. “You’re pulling my leg! You’re telling me you’re a man?”
“A man, a woman, both, neither.”
“Show me.”
Phian chuckled, and shook her head. “Takes an hour.” To cut off Resa’s growing doubt, she pulled a box out from under the table, about eight inches square and three inches tall. It had a lever on one side: a thin, lightly curved metal blade and handle, like a paper guillotine. Joel sat up to peer at it curiously, having never seen it himself.
She spared just a moment flashing the blade side at Resa, then set the box on the table. She flipped the lever up, revealing a short, oval hole in the side. She inserted her hand, and unceremoniously pushed the lever down. With a feeling a little like snapping a rubber band, her hand was severed.
Resa’s curiosity had already been restored by the box, but seeing it used, her eyes went wide with wonder. When the magician smugly raised her arm to show off the flat stump at the end of her ivory arm, her mouth hung open as well. “You’re a real magician! YesyesyesIknewit!”
To Phian’s alarm, Resa went for her purse. Hastily, she placed her stump back against the blade, and flipped up the lever. The rubber band snapped again.
Resa looked to Phian over her phone with disappointment and confusion.
Phian answered by turning the box around to face her, challengingly.
For a moment, Resa hesitated, glancing back and forth between the magician and the box. She lifted the lever. As the lever was left-handed, she passed the phone to her left and slipped her right hand inside.
She snatched her hand out again as a pale one flicked over, but it wasn’t the lever it was going for. Phian held Resa’s phone away as she rose close to her face, gazing at her levelly and meaningfully. “No pictures.”
Resa nodded her assent.
Phian sat back down, and made a quick flicking motion with the phone. Though neither Resa nor Joel would have seen where the phone went, no doubt the other woman felt her purse jerk.
Still clearly nervous, Resa kept her eyes on Phian’s hands as she slipped her right back in the box, placing her left on the lever.
Phian raised her hands away to reassure her, leaning back into Joel.
Slowly, Resa applied pressure to the lever. As the blade touched her skin, she closed her eyes tight and turned her head away.
With a grin, Phian wondered what sort of nervous noises she might be making that she couldn’t hear.
“I can’t!” Resa cried, pulling her left hand away. “I can’t! I can’t. You do it.”
Taking that as all the invitation she needed, Phian slapped down the handle.
Resa cringed, but in doing so pulled her arm back from the box. Realization quickly set in that she was okay, and hadn’t been hurt.
Resa breathed in a long, throaty gasp. She clasped her stump with her remaining hand, verifying it was real. “Ohhhh myyyy Gooood!” She patted it, then the box excitedly, then she paused and stared at the box. Her stump twitched and swiveled. Clearly, she’d discovered that she could still feel and move her severed hand.
Again, Phian gestured invitingly to her side, and this time Resa sidled in beside her. “Okay! Okay! I’m in!” Phian dropped an arm on her shoulder, which she looked at, then smirked at the magician, accepting the play. Her other hand settled on Joel’s thigh, massaging it.
“So, you really are the man in those posters?!” She tilted her head in to eye her suggestively. “Decided to try out how the other half lives?”
Phian smiled softly, and shook her head. “I’ve been a woman about half my life.” She didn’t actually know if that was true, but hoped it would help communicate the right idea.
Resa went wide-eyed again. “Oh, dang! Oh, I’m sorry! You already told me that, didn’t you? Here I am not listening!”
Phian’s chuckle was mostly in fun, with a touch of relief. “It’s okay! Most people don’t get it at first.”
“So, you just change from day to day?” Resa enquired. “‘Cause you feel like it?”
“Pretty much! I’ve been a guy more often than not, lately, ‘cause I tied my career to it, but when I stick to one for too long, it starts to feel wrong.”
“I hear that,” Resa affirmed with a nod. “Gotta be comfortable in your own skin, you know?”
Delight bubbled in Phian’s chest, and out of her throat as a laugh. She was really starting to like Resa. “Yeah.”
“I’m jealous, though!”
“Oh? Why’s that?”
“Being able to change.” As if to emphasize the point, Resa placed her stump against the blade. She hesitated before lifting it, meeting Phian’s eyes again to verify. The magician nodded to confirm she was doing it right, and the blade lifted. Resa pulled her hand back, flexing her fingers and rotating her wrist, verifying everything still worked. “Being able to try out different things.”
An excited energy began to rise in Phian, and she grinned impishly. “You want to try out being a guy?”
Resa’s lips pulled tight and to the side at the thought. “Maybe not being a guy.” She leaned in to Phian again, excited to share. “But I’d love to have a dick for a day! Is that weird?”
Phian’s grin broadened. The heat and electricity rose. A tingling began between her legs. She didn’t know if Resa had pushed her boobs together up in her face on purpose, but she certainly hoped so. “Not at all. I think everyone thinks about it at least once.” She squeezed Joel’s leg hard enough to elicit a pleasant grunt from the man. “It’d be weird to not be at least a little bit curious. Like, I think you’d have to be the sort of person who’s not curious about anything!”
Resa nodded and laughed. “Yeah! Come on, experiment! Live a little!”
“You are speaking my language!” Phian cried in delight.
As the two laughed together, Phian felt she had to take the shot.
“So!” her arm curled around the other woman’s shoulders, drawing her in close to speak right in her ear. “Want to try it out?”
The other woman gave another long gasp, leaning around to look her in the eyes. She didn’t pull away, though, and as her mouth worked, it migrated to a smile. Joel, meanwhile, raised his free hand over his mouth, not wanting everyone to see his furious blush.
“Are you serious?!” Resa squealed. “You can do that?!”
“How ‘bout I show you something cool?”
“Oh, baby, you got me hooked, now! Show me!”
Phian nodded toward the box. “Cut your hand off again.”
Resa eyed her with surprise and skepticism. “Oh, look who’s Miss In Charge, now!” she eyed Phian in consideration for a moment, but before Phian had time to start worrying about her approach, Resa scooted in close, nudging her hips to hers. “All right, I’ll play your game.”
“I think I need some water,” Joel croaked. “Either of you want anything?”
“Oh!” Resa looked up, almost startled to finally hear Joel speak. “That’s sweet of you! A rum and Coke, please!”
Phian flashed him an appreciative smile. “Cherry moon. Thanks.”
As Joel scooted around to the other side of the booth to get up, the curious woman turned the box back around and placed her hand inside. This time, it only took two tries before she managed to bring the blade down, then looked at Phian expectantly.
Phian lifted the blade, revealing the severed hand within, capped off with skin just like the wrist where it normally resided. Slipping her fingers under the palm, she drew the hand out.
“Ooh!” Resa shivered with nervous excitement. “Taking my hand, now, huh?” She curled her fingers experimentally, quickly sucked back in to the wonder of it.
Her wonder turned back to confused curiosity as the magician placed her own hand in the box. “If you’d get the lever for me, please?”
Resa nodded slowly, and pressed the lever down. The blade moving more slowly, it was like a wire pressing against her wrist, then wrapping around both sides before snapping together on the opposite side.
She lowered her arm to her side, steadily, to not give away her fiercely beating heart, though she suspected her eyes did about the same job. “Now put your arm against it.”
The light of realization crossed Resa’s face, and she looked to the box, then back, face showing a question that was no doubt “Seriously?!”
Phian only smiled in reply.
“All right, then!” Shaking slightly, Resa slowly moved her wrist to the blade, hand to the lever. Quietly, she counted to herself, “One, two, three.” Then, she lifted.
Nervously, she withdrew from the box, and stared in silent awe. For a moment, all other feelings in Phian were buried by entertainer’s pride.
The hand at the end of her wrist was a bit smaller than the one that had been there before. Her wrist sloped a tiny yet noticeable bit inward all the way around. The difference in skin tone, meanwhile, couldn’t have been much more stark. Slowly, she turned it around, taking it all in. She probed at the palm with her other hand, opening and closing it, then grabbed her left with it, taking in that she really was feeling with it.
She looked to her severed right hand, still sitting on the table. Carefully, reached the pale hand over, perhaps still wanting to test it, and picked the severed one up. She frowned in puzzlement. “I can’t feel it. Is it okay?”
Phian’s eyes were struck by a tiny but out-of-place flash from across the room. Act like you didn’t notice, she reminded herself. Give them as little to work with as possible.
“Yeah,” she affirmed. “When you switch it back, it’ll go back to normal. Notice it’s still warm and everything?” She waited for the nod. “The prop sustains it… Thanks,” she cut in as Joel returned, placing the drinks on the table, “...as if it were still attached to somebody. No pulse, but your blood is still flowing in it.”
“Thank you!” Resa cried enthusiastically as she accepted her drink.
Joel, meanwhile, was already beet red again by the time Phian finished the sentence. He worked his way around the table, muttering something that might have been “No problem,” then buried his face in his cup.
After taking a drink, Resa’s attention quickly pulled back to the foreign hand on her arm. “Wow. This is just unreal! Is my blood in this one, too?”
“Yes,” Phian replied. “How that works is complicated.”
“How ‘bout I just call it ‘magic’?” Resa laughed.
Phian laughed along with her. “Yeah, that’s fair. I didn’t want to go into it, anyway.”
Resa started to go about switching back to her own hand, now confident she had a handle on how this worked. She paused once she’d gotten her arm clear, trying to think. Phian helped her get the hand out, fair fingers again curling experimentally. Realization crept onto her face, raising to the point of shock, and though redness was hard to detect, Phian could have sworn she felt the heat coming off her rising. “So, wait: When you said you could give me a dick, you didn’t mean grow a dick, you meant…”
Phian’s cheeks hurt from grinning so hard.
Resa tried to fan herself with her hands, then quickly finished restoring herself before she could be distracted again. “You’re being serious with me right now? You want to put a dick on my body, so I can try it out?”
Phian felt about ready to explode, tingling all throughout her core with excited energy. She nodded. Joel squirmed.
Resa pointed to him. “You mean his dick?” She leaned her head to look past Phian. “Are you okay with that?”
Joel croaked, then took a drink to steady himself.
Phian waited for him with a sly smirk.
Finally, he responded “It’s not up to me.”
Resa blinked, and pulled her head back. “Not up to you?” She paused to process what he’d said. “Oh! OH! It’s like that, is it? You’re one of those…” she snapped her fingers, looking for a word.
“Sub.” Joel finished for her. “Very sub. I gave my dick to her. It’s not up to me what she does with her penis.”
Resa’s jaw hung open for a minute, then she looked to Phian, impressed. “You’ve got him wrapped around your finger harder than any woman before!”
Phian gave a slightly nervous chuckle, and hint of a shrug. “Subs are more common than you’d think, though maybe not as extreme as Joel, here.” She grabbed the front of his shirt, and drew him down for a kiss. Her heart pounded harder.
“Wait a minute, then that’s…” Resa noticed.
Phian didn’t really need to look back to check what she was asking about. There was no way she could stand up right now. Not in public, in a miniskirt. With a devious smirk, she turned back anyway.
Resa was of course looking at Phian’s lap.
“Wow,” Resa breathed. “You really don’t go halfway with this.”
“Mm-mm!” Phian replied, giving her head a shake, suspecting it couldn’t be heard.
“Then he’s got your pussy?”
“Nope!” Phian grinned. She placed her arm down Joel’s front, pressing her wrist into his vacant crotch, eliciting a moan from him. “He’s got nothing at all!”
“Oh, wow…” Resa gawked. “Excuse me, but wow. This is a lot to take in at once.” She went to poke Phian’s dick, as if to show herself it was real, but pulled back, clasping her hands together.
Phian simply quirked an eyebrow in amusement, and set to finally putting her own hand back on.
“What does he get out of it?”
“He gets to submit,” Phian explained, “and he likes to watch.”
Again, for a little while, all Resa could do was gawk. “I don’t get it. I don’t get it! Wouldn’t you want to... “ She shook her head and laughed. “What am I saying? I’m getting a dick, tonight! The world is nuts, you’re amazing!” She picked up her drink, and chugged it. Phian threw back hers while she was at it.
Once she was done, Resa slammed her cup down on the table. “Let’s do this! WOO!”
Phian laughed. This night was so perfect!
She caught Resa’s abruptly departing arm. “Don’t stand up yet. Joel, do you still need that water?”
“No, master.”
Phian took his cup, and dumped it over her lap. She grimaced, neck clenching tight. Yep, it was still ice cold. “Okay, now we can go.”
* * *
In a hotel room, Joel sat on the far bed, his tall, slender body naked, legs spread casually to display the surface between them, with a circle of smooth skin surrounded by curly, blonde hair. He was far more at ease now that it was just the three of them.
Phian sat on the other, with her ankles crossed close to her, skirt discarded to present her double sex. She still wore the silver vinyl tube-top and headband from the club. In her right hand was a red paper box with brass frame, ten inches long, brass on one end, open on the other.
Resa, also nude, leaned in close, staring. “Whoaaa…”
Phian leaned back on her hands, watching Resa’s face, soaking it in.
“So, you’re really gonna put that on me?” She reached out hesitantly, then ran a finger down the front, as if confirming for herself it was real.
Phian shuddered, and bit her lower lip. “Mm hm.”
She leaned in closer, leaning back and forth, then lifted Phian’s balls and squatted down to look under them, as if looking for a seam. Naturally, it had quite a bit more color than the rest of Phian’s skin.
“Just like the hand?”
Phian bent over and, curious, Resa rose to meet her. “It’ll be part of your body,” she murmured softly. “You’ll have a dick.”
Resa swallowed nervously, but her eyes were eager.
Phian placed the box around her manhood. It stuck in place easily. She then laid a finger over the brass end, and eased it down.
All feeling vanished from the tip, then progressing on down. The warmth, the tingling, the pulse, all erased. There was always a twinge of regret when she did this, like she should be exploiting her dick, using it to exhaustion on the woman in front of her.
Still, what she was about to do with it was the reason she was so excited. When the brass plate clicked into place against her mound, the heat, the electricity, the excitement remained.
She removed the prop to reveal smooth, white skin.
Resa planted her hands on her hips, presenting them forward. “Oooooh! This is so unreal!”
Phian turned the prop around, and pressed it against her, just above her clit. She laid a finger in the middle of the brass square, and gave it a little press. It clicked, and just as slowly as she’d done for herself, she drew her finger back.
Resa clapped her hands over her mouth and nose. “Mmmmmmm!” she squealed.
Satisfaction seeping deep into her, Phian continued.
Once she got about halfway, Resa shuddered. “Mm-mm! Mm-mm!” Phian halted.
“Nope!” Resa blurted. “Nope! I can’t! I can’t! I…”
Dropping quickly to resignation, Phian started to push it back in.
“Waiwaiwait!”
Phian froze, looking up to Resa curiously.
“Gotta breathe. Hold on.” She deeply inhaled, then exhaled. Then she did it again. “I have balls. I can feel from the balls.” Another deep breath. “Okay, go.”
Phian grinned, and started withdrawing her finger again.
Resa tucked her arms up close to her chest, clenching her fists. ”Mmmmmmmmsoweird! Don’tstop, don’tstop, don’tstop!”
With a faint “ting!” the box reached the end of its frame. Phian lifted it off, and tossed it over her shoulder to the other bed. Eagerly, she took in Resa’s reaction.
Resa stared down her body at her new member. ”Ahhhhhh! she squeaked quietly. “It looks so silly and weird!” She turned her body from side to side, doing her best to shake it. “Omigod, this is really happening! This is real! I can feel it!” Her voice cracked, thrilled to the verge of tears.
“It feels… I dunno, just weird! But great! Like I never want this to stop!
“But I do, because I wanted to play with it limp, you know? I didn’t know it’d be hard right away!”
Phian snickered. “Yeah, that’s my fault. It was hard when I flattened it, so it was hard when I restored it. What can I say? I just love doing this.”
“How do I make it go down?”
“Men have been trying for centuries. I think you know the easiest way.” Phian reached between Resa’s legs, and brushed her fingertips up behind her balls, coaxing her closer.
Resa shivered, and stepped up to Phian, setting her hands on her shoulders as if to steady herself.
She looked over at Joel, then away, embarrassed. “I’ve never done it with someone watching before. ‘Course, I’ve never done it with a dick before, either. I guess I kinda owe it to him.”
Phian smirked. “He doesn’t see it that way. He’d get dressed and leave if I asked. To him, this is a gift.”
“A dream come true,” Joel clarified.
Resa sucked in her lips, and chewed on them thoughtfully for a few seconds. She rocked her body, turning it from side to side, as if feeling it out.
“All right. I’m in! Let’s do this!”
* * *
Phian dragged an exhausted Resa into the bathroom for a post-sex shower.
Once the refreshing water was pouring over them, Resa livened up. “All right, all right. This is part of what I fantasized about.”
She swayed her hips back and forth, swinging her dick, and giggled. She swung more, then started helicoptering the pale extra member, all the while giggling like a lunatic.
Phian watched, enjoying her fun, and set to washing herself.
“Thank you, so much,” Resa said at last, once she’d settled down. “Fantasy fulfilled!” she declared. “I just still can’t believe any man would want to give this up! It’s supposed to be everything to them!”
“Maybe that’s why he feels so strongly about it.”
“I guess. What about you?”
“I could never keep it,” Phian admitted with a conflicted smile. “He’s practically begged me to, but I can’t.”
“Oh, I gotcha. No, I don’t think I could take away a man’s manhood, either. But you gotta let him believe as long as you can, huh?”
“At least a week. I just don’t know where life’s gonna take me. He may not be a part of it forever.”
“Heh! A week’s still a lot. I don’t think I could give up my lady bits that long!”
“So,” Phian leaned in, and murmured, “you know what would mean the world to him?”
Resa raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Oh?”
“I’ll get your phone number. We go our separate ways as we are.”
Resa laughed! “He would love that, huh? Even if it’s me and not his ‘master’?”
“Oh, I think that’d make it even better,” Phian replied with an impish grin. “It’s ‘mine’, so it’s mine to give away. What could make it more meaningfully ‘not his’?”
“All right!” Her laughter continued. “All right. I’ll play along. You’d better come back for it, though! I am not going through the rest of my life with some boy’s junk between my legs.”
“Of course not,” Phian reassured. “A dick for a day, wasn’t that the fantasy?”
“I guess it was!” Resa snickered. “I guess. It. Was.”
* * *
Upon exiting the bathroom, Phian wasted no time in getting her space girl club costume back on. “Let’s go, Joel. Resa needs that bed. The other one isn’t clean.”
Joel sat bolt upright, eyes wide. He didn’t say a word, though, as he quickly put his own silvery seventies bell-bottoms back on.
Resa stood aside, patiently waiting for Joel to get by with a soft but tired smile.
And of course, entirely exposed.
Joel slipped by Resa in a red-faced daze.
Resa gave a cute smile, then walked to the bed, where she flopped on her back, waved, then started playing with her limp dick, seeing how she could bend and twist it, and what shapes she could make with the sack.
“Bye Resa!” Phian said as she offered Joel her arm, leading him out the door. “It was a blast!”
“Byyyyyye!” Resa called after them. "Thanks for everything!"
Speechless, and as red as Phian had ever seen him, Joel closed the door behind them, and accompanied his master down the hall.