Being an upper-class townie usually means you live in a rather boring, well-off area with a quirk. When you live in the north-east, you do get that classic atmosphere when fall approaches, everyone wearing scarves, and so forth. Though for me, there's an added charm when one of the nearby schools is a magic academy.

The Dalton Academy of Applied Magic has always been a relatively small university, and in their hundred year or so history, they have always given their best scholarship in the form of free living expenses and greatly reduced tuition costs. The student basically acts as a live-in maid. She better be attractive, I hope. The university pays off a lot of the recipients tuition from the fund. As for "free" living expenses, the student lives with "an accomplished, well respected member of the local community whom has contributed in some way or another to academic learning at large"

This describes me very well, it seems. I've struck luck in becoming a PhD at 27 (linguistics is somehow the only thing I'm good at) and I manage to make a more than modest amount of money of a (widely used) textbook I authored and a few things I co-authored. I also do a fair bit of lecturing at a school, just to keep myself occupied and to keep up appearances.

That's not entirely relevant anyway, the point is I'm having a young adult female living at my house as a maid. Holy shit. I never really agreed to this stuff entirely on my own, it was mostly the idea of a colleague of mine who knew a professor at the Academy. Magic Academy! This better be interesting. He thought it would be a good idea for me to be around "someone my age", I guess 20 is closer to my age than most of the 40-65 year old professors and academics around here.

So September comes along, and a few weeks of my regular thing at the university passes by, and the "maid" probably takes a few of her classes (I assume to ensure her worthiness of the scholarship) while staying at the dormitory. I come home on the first friday of October and see a girl standing at my door with a big trunk case, and a bicycle off to the side. She's dressed in typical autumn upper-class university student clothing, preppy, but with more taste. Her straight hair seemed to reach the bottom of her shoulder blades, and the split ran off-centre. She was probably 7 or so inches shorter than I, she also looked quite fit. Oh yeah, she wasn't ugly, her face was symmetrical and nice, natural features, I couldn't tell if there was makeup on.

So I drove into my driveway and parked my car, as I got out:

"How long have you been here?"
"Hi I'm Catherine!" she shouted this as she jump-hugged me. I felt her breasts against mine. HuUuuUuUu~~~nuoh my god
- "I hope we get along well!"
"Well, okay, uh, I'm Neil. I have a room for you ready"
"Yeah!" I could hardly believe this girl was a 20 year old recipient of a prestigious scholarship.

We brought her stuff into my house, which has more than enough room for 2 people, my place was 3,200 square feet. Catherine seemed to admire the poorly designed Louis Khan imitation architecture, although my place was relatively messy and disorganized. From what my first impressions were, she seemed very giddy. After showing her to her room, she jumped on the bed and sat seiza style, while looking at me attentively (and coquettishly). I could see her panties (HuuUuUuUuu~~~).

"Oh, didn't they tell you already what you have to do?" She shook her head, horizontally. "Well, ok, uh, I guess you just keep the floors clean, kitchen, shop for food, I dunno. I guess you could organize my files by date? I'm not sure really. So have at it."

She ran up to me as I left the room and put her hands on my chest. "Thankyou for everything!" She's rather touchy-feely.

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I had come back home in the afternoon on Sunday, I had been at the school doing marking and attending a meeting, I had hardly seen Catherine in the last few days. As I had walked into my house, and entered the kitchen, I saw that Catherine was wiping the counter. "Hello"
"HI!"
But I must admit, what I saw next confused the hell out of me. As she hopped around the counter, I saw that only one bare leg (with a bracelet around her ankle) protruded from her skirt, her right leg was at a slight angle when she stood, so that her foot was directly in line with her centre of gravity. She seemed to have no problem balancing or hopping.

"What the hell happened to your leg?"
"I reduced it out of existence!" She lifted up her skirt... - revealing her black and white striped panties - to prove that her left leg didn't exist past the hip. I was taken aback, I didn't know much about the magic academy, but I guess they do some odd stuff.

"Did you learn how to do this at school?" I made the most neutral face possible.
"Yes! I'm taking a class in reduction, I'm not sure what the real practicality of it is, but the more I do it, the more magic energy I build up, so it can't hurt!!"
"Well, okay, I've seen a lot of weird stuff where I work, but this takes the cake. Can you reverse it?"
"Why yes! Think of all the cool things you could do!" She said as she hopped towards the front door, with waste paper bag in hand.

She hopped back into the kitchen. She was about to do another task, but I was curious.
"So, is it okay to get around like that?"
"Oh! It's actually quite easy!"

This was, as I would soon discover, the tip of the iceberg in the weird shit she did, her nymphomaniac (as I perceived it) behaviour ramped up along with the magic.

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This time was a Sunday, I had done my marking crap for the next week, and I found it acceptable to wake up at 10 in the morning. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw Catherine doing more weird shit. She was wearing nothing but a small pair of boxer shorts, worn so her hipbones were seen jutting out slightly, and nothing existed between her neck and pelvis, just a head on legs. I was starting to expect stuff like this. She was sitting on a bar stool, her ankle was resting on her knee, a book was held between her 1st and 2nd toes. In that shape, her head was much closer to her feet, so it was somewhat realistic to read like that.

"What are you doing?" I looked down towards her, she had lost at least 2 feet in height.
"Oh! I'm about to make coffee!" with the assistance of a stool, she made her way to the kitchen counter, establishing a lotus pose as her default 'stance'. She grabbed a coffee mug with her toes and positioned it under the drip.

"So, how are you this fine morning?" she touched my hand with her foot.
"Quite alright, quite alright" I was watching her use her feet to position everything, she was quite dextrous and flexible, it seemed.
"Since when have you been so good at that sort of thing? Using your feet" I asked
"It's a class I take for my PE requirement, most people just take it as a bird course, but I quite like it!"
"Oh, I see" Catherine was sitting there quite meekly, one leg was in a cross position on the counter, her other ankle was resting on her crossed leg, like a half-done lotus. Her feet were actually quite small, I found myself watching her foot flex and squirm about. Pointing and moving around, she must have been a ballet dancer at some point, it was driving me mad.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked, quickly changing the tone of the room.
"Huh?"
"Do you want to see just how dextrous I am?"
"Well-" I was interrupted as Catherine quickly used her toes to unfasten the belt on my housecoat and pull down my boxers. I was already erect. She wrapped her calves around my lower back and pulled me towards her, and her mouth went straight for my dick. I didn't really want to get into a relationship like this, but it felt fucking awesome, so who cares. Her technique was circular, going up and down with a bit of sideways oscillation. She then pushed me backwards onto the floor, before I could register the pain, she had somehow shimmied her boxer shorts off, and plugged her seeping vagina with my cock. She rode my dick, her shins were against the floor, her abbreviated body bounced up and down.

After some time, we both came, and she decided to leave my dick inside of her before finally taking it out, and scooting up towards my face to kiss me. She then stood up, wobbled a bit, and strutted slowly towards the bathroom.

Moments later, I had recovered from the sudden sexual experience. Catherine had a quick rinse, and came out dripping a bit. Her shape hadn't changed.
"Um, sorry about what happened just now. Do you mind drying me off?"
"Alright" What was happening?

I went into the bathroom, she was standing with her back to me, the was still nude and in her shortened shape.
"What's wrong?" I said as I grabbed a towel.
"I don't know. I'm a bit of a nymphomaniac"
"Well, I have a high libido myself" I gently moved the towel around her "shoulders", around the top of her ass.
"Usually it freaks people out. Are you okay with it? Ugh"
"I've done my reading about this sort of thing. As long as this is the only strange thing happening to you, it's usually hard to make an issue of it. Does it mess up your day to day life?"
"Well, it has before. Boyfriends haven't been able to keep up with me. Right now, I'm doing fine at school, no one I'm in regular contact with other than you knows."
"So what are you getting at?" I moved the towel down her legs.
"...If you want to kick me out, I'll understand"
"No, no, you're much too interesting for that. Really, I haven't met anyone quite like you before, I'd like for you to stay around"
"My constant horniness doesn't creep you out?"
"No, you're the only girl who can keep up with me" She stood on one leg so I could dry her foot.
"You're so kind to me, Neil" She brought her foot up and brushed my cheek.

---

Sometimes when I'm at home, I see Catherine doing her stretching, yoga, whatever it is. Recently though, she hasn't been doing it like a normal person.

If I'm marking papers on my laptop in the living room, she comes out towards the open space and lays down a mat. She only wears a loose tank top and legwarmers. She also didn't have her head on - flat from shoulder to shoulder - and her vagina was missing. When I asked her later why she did this, she said it was because "it gets sweaty around there, which makes me horny and unable to concentrate, that's a heat area on the human body anyway, wearing nothing keeps it ventilated. Removing my head keeps me focused"

Fair enough, but damn, it was weird to watch. Especially when she did straddle splits, from behind, you expect to see a vagina, but instead you just see a blank spot of skin where it outta be. Also, you know how people will sling a towel over their shoulder after they're done working out? Catherine slings it over her jugular notch, the towel laying between her breasts and shoulder blades.

Sometime later, she came out of the shower, wearing nothing but a clean t-shirt, her head and vagina were still missing.
She approached me and waved at me.
"What? Can you hear me? See me?" she made a thumbs up. It was strange, her crotch had a smooth spot where you expect genitalia, it may have kept her from getting horny, but not me. It must be that psychological effect where genitalia-covering garments are sexier than the persons own sexy body.
"Wow", I replied. She then proceeded to get one of her textbooks and came back to lay lengthwise on the couch, it appeared that she was reading it, but how could I know for sure?

Some time passed, I took a periodic glance over towards her, and saw that she was touching her neck spot, likely giving the same sensation as licking your teeth after having braces for a year.

Eventually, she just held the book in one hand and kneaded her neck area with the other. I took some initiative. I walked over to the couch touched her neck area, she lightly touched my hand approvingly. She laid the book down as I used both my hands to massage the new erogenous zone, mixing light caresses with firm movements, all the muscles in her body seemed to go limp. I slowly made my way downwards, moving my finger down her jugular notch, between her breasts, the t-shirt being a barrier, around her nipples, past her bare navel - she twitched once or twice, but didn't stop me. I then brought my finger along the smooth spot where her vagina should be, this elicited a response, her legs fidgeted and her back arched slightly. I then used both my thumbs to knead the vaginal region, she didn't have anything there, but it was clear the sensitive nerves were still present. I continued this, essentially doing the same thing I did on her neck area, occasionally swiping the spot around her anus.

Though, it was clear she couldn't take much more, she quickly threw off her t-shirt and directed me to her breasts. I kneaded and kneaded them until she pulled my head down, and then I started sucking. This quickly brought on an orgasm of some sort, as a milky fluid spurted out from the both of them for about 4 seconds, it didn't taste so bad. She flailed around and slid off the couch, and lay there until her orgasm had subsided. Usually you'd expect to see her panting madly after something like that, her chest going up and down rhythmically, only it seemed that since she didn't have a head to breathe with, there wasn't much motion from her. Of course, her slight motions her body made from blood flow demonstrated that she was still there. Interesting.

She seemed to have spent the rest of the day like this. I later saw her "sleeping" in her room, her door left open. Her head was still missing.

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It was midnight and I was just about ready to go to bed, so was Catherine.

She came out of the shower wearing only her pyjama bottoms which ended half-way down her shins, leaving her feet in plain sight. Her arms were also completely missing, and her nicely shaped breasts were in plain view.

"Uh.."
"Oh! Sorry, pardon my tits!" Her sudden movement caused them to jiggle slightly.
"I'll pardon them the best I can"
"Really now, you don't mind do you?" She moved closer to me.
"Well, no, they're rather nice, but it might be a little hard for me to focus on your face when I could look at these"
"Here" She pressed against me. "Now they're not as visible"
"I still can't get my mind off of them"
"Mmmmm" I could smell whatever it was she cleaned herself with. It was lovely. Though, how she dried herself was a mystery, she probably did it normally, then zapper her arms away, or something.
"Really though, why the lack of arms?"
"Well, it feels kinda nice, and I've done all my school stuff and my housework, I don't really need them until tomorrow! Mmmmh" She moved her neck in an odd way.
"Stressful day at school?"
"You could say that"
"Come over here"

I brought her over to a chair in the living room and sat her down. She sat slightly to the side, her toes just barely touching the floor.
I kneaded her shoulders, of which there wasn't a lot of.
"That's rather nice" She whispered.
I continued, doing some light kneading on the back of her neck, then gently brushing the soft spots where her arms should've been. She gasped.
"Do the front" She said quietly.
I didn't hesitate. I slowly, gently kneaded her breasts, lightly flicking her nipples. Her hips fidgeted, she brought the sole of her foot against my face. I knew what she wanted.

I picked her up and laid her on the ground, she brought her legs up, gesturing for me to remove her pants. I disrobed as well, and with them gone, I went straight in, Her legs were wrapping around my lower back, and I continued to play with her breasts as the rhythm continued. It didn't take long for us to explode.

"How was that?" She asked me.
"Fantastic, albeit spontaneous" I laid my head on her inner thigh, her legs in a vague cross-legged position. She used her other foot's toes to trace lines along my chest.
"Would you like to go to bed?"
"Well, I am a little tired"