Veronica had been looking forward to the summer, which was quickly approaching. It was only May, and already was it constantly sunny, creating a somewhat unpleasant, but nostalgic heat. Veronica loved that this time best allowed her to show off her legs, which were quite long and devoid of flaws. However, not everything can go as planned.

She was biking with her friends one day in the early days of the season, when a pothole appeared and threw her off the bike. She didn't hurt herself very badly, but her knees were quite scraped, and several cuts removed the perfection that was usually reserved for photoshopped fashion models. Now let it be said that this wasn't a big deal, she ought to be able to walk without pain in a day or two, and all her cuts along with scars will be gone after several weeks. The problem is, every time she would walk, the wounds would just open up again, making the healing take much too long, and she didn't want to walk around in short shorts with scared up legs. Veronica handled it differently.

She received the package - a special bath soap -  and opened it a few days after her bike accident. She painfully walked upstairs to her bath tub and poured about 15ml of the powder into the half-full tub, turning the water purple and foamy to affirm its operation. Disrobed, she entered the hot water, not allowing it to go past her ribs. For a few seconds, the cuts and bruises hurt much more then they did when she fell off the bike, but after soaking for 10 minutes (like the directions said), her legs and pelvis had gone numb.

With some effort, Veronica dragged herself out, her legs acting as dead weight. Still wet, she grabbed her left leg and pulled, detaching with a slight pop. She did the same with her other leg. Her pelvis was still numb from the bath water.

Both her legs were detached at the hip, such that her vagina touched the floor when she "stood" up, which felt strange, given that her privates were numb, she stuck a finger in and didn't feel a thing, it was like it wasn't her own. Whilst leaning, she dried off her detached legs, and then herself, and wrapped a towel around herself, covering her chest down to her hips (but you could see her vagina if she hand walked). Her next step was to move her legs to her room, but how? She bent one of her legs and wrapped it around her neck, the back of the knee resting against her neck. She was rather slim, and so were her legs, so they didn't weigh that much. It was very awkward, she was just getting the hand of moving like this, even stranger when you can't feel your ass.

After moving both into her room, she sat them on a table, almost as if on display. She planned to keep them there until the cuts healed up completely, as walking with them would slow down the process. Since her mid section was still under the effects of the water, she laid on her back and yanked off her hips, causing the same sound as before. There was no longer anything left below her breasts, she planned to reattach it later.

For now, she dried herself off while leaning against the table leg before putting on a short tank top, folding the bottom bit of it inwards, exposing her lower ribs. She left the part she just detached - her pelvis to her navel - naked and exposed near the table presenting her legs. Well, Mom won't be back for a while.

Veronica started exploring this new shape by 'standing' up, placing both hands to her side and pushing, she rose very quickly. You're very light when you have nothing below your ribs, she could probably learn to jump with practice, though she'd be too heavy with her hips attached. She was so light, that upon gaining the confidence, found that she could stand on one hand if she had it under her centre of gravity. It was with this, that she began to 'walk'.

It was fun, exploring her house from a different perspective. She was much, much shorter, but she could still go pretty much anywhere. She was ridiculously light and she could climb anything, shelves were a problem though. Veronica simply spent two hours moving around, it wasn't long until it felt natural to her, she was even able to balance on one arm to open a cabinet. Though, she was curious about one thing.

She hand-walked back to her room and approached her detached pelvis and stomach. "Hmmmmm" She felt it up, it was exciting to explore her pelvic area from such a perspective, and the sensations were making her wet, even though she couldn't really feel it. She laid on her back and brought her pussy up to her mouth and licked it, gaining an understanding of the geometry of her vaginal walls from a more objective perspective. She was enjoying the fact that she was capable of this, but what about this detached portion of her body? She could not feel these sensations, but the fluids that were being produced meant she was doing something right.

She came, or at least her vagina did, a sensation she knew had occurred, but could not be felt. She was still horny, but she was trying to understand that even though the genitalia she had brought to orgasm were hers, as since she couldn't feel them, they could very well be someone else's.

"Enough of that" she thought. "This is mine" She stuck her mid section back on and experienced the sudden throes of that unfelt orgasm, which in turn caused her to orgasm a second time.

---

A week had past, and she had spent the summer doing typical activities, wasting time, riding bikes (actually, just sitting in the basket while her friend Amy rode) and tending to her legs.

Veronica and Amy were at the beach, and she had gotten used to having no legs by now, and she had seemingly developed no-handed 'walking', though this technique was only used for moving short distances. 'Waddling' would probably be a better term, as she would use pendulum-like momentum to swing one hip forward, then the other, and so on. This was used often, but only for the likes of moving from the picnic basket to the tanning towel, or moving from the left side of her tanning friend to the other. Some people stared, but many didn't seem to care too much.

After a hot Saturday evening at the beach, Amy decided to crash at Veronicas for the night.

"Veronica, do you mind if I use your bath?"
"Oh yeah, go ahead" She hand-walked - she was getting quite good at it - into her room to get ready for bed. She replaced her clothing with a somewhat baggy t-shirt and a pair of panties. Little did Veronica realize that she hadn't hidden her strange bath soap.

15 minutes later, Amy was calling for help.
"Veronica, I think something weird is going on, can you come in here?"
She moved quickly, swinging herself forward in between her arms and bounding with her pelvis. She pushed open the door to find Amy up to her neck in the familiar purple bath soap.
"I can't feel anything below my neck Veronica. I think I'm paralyzed" she said with great fear in her voice.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine. You used the stuff that let me disconnect my legs"
"Oh"
Amy's expression quickly went from fear to curiosity.
"Well, you don't seem to be capable of moving weight, so..."
"So I guess I'll have to move you piece by piece"

Veronica leaned towards Amy's face and pulled away, removing her head from her body.
"Wow, this is so cool!"
Veronica put Amy's neck stump on a stool and tied her hair into a bun, then cradled her in one arm as she weight-shifted her way back to her room, leaving Amy's head on her bed.
"This is so weird!" She exclaimed, wiggling her neck stump. The sudden lack of control and shifted perspective was disorientating.
"I'll be back, okay?"
Amy tried to nod, but she simply wiggled her neck stump against the bed.

Veronica made her way to the bath and started pulling Amy's body out. She yanked off her arms from under the water first, releasing with a damp pop. Discarding them on the mat, she did the same with her legs, one at a time. She then took out the torso by learning on the edge of the tub, then shifting her weight to pull Amy's limbless torso out. This didn't go as planned, and Veronica ended up falling on the ground.

Slightly dazed, she looked at Amy's naked, limbless torso, C sized breasts, slim waist, cute vagina. Veronica couldn't help herself, she inspected every square inch of her, knowing Amy couldn't feel any of it. Her skin was soft and undamaged, her breasts were symmetrical and taught, having a good balance between firm and soft. Her ass was small but present. Her vagina was very clean looking and shaven, and felt as nice as the rest of her.

Veronica was quickly overcome with guilt, having just molested her friend. It seemed that the best way for her to deal with it right now, would be to pretend it never happened.

She moved Amy's legs into her room the same way she did her own. She did the same with her arms, both at once.
"The weirdness of this is just starting to get to me. I've known of these bath powders, but I thought they were obscure"
"Well, I know someone who knows someone. I'll go get your torso"

Veronica moved her torso by rolling it onto a large towel and pulling it as she arm walked backwards.

Amy, in pieces, spoke. "Should I be put back together or something?"
"Not really any point yet, all of your parts are numb still, if I put you back together, you'd be a paraplegic until tomorrow morning, though your torso's feeling should come back sooner. You should just remain as a head for now"
"So, d-do you think you could wash my hair for me?" Amy said, expecting rejection.
Veronica's lust for her shot dopamine through her head and lit up her amygdala. "Well, I su-supose"

Veronica cradled Amy's head in her arm, and used the other to 'walk' to her washroom. the bottom of her t-shirt dangled under her butt as she pulled herself onto the counter. She put Amy to the side and filled the deep sink with warm water in preparation.

"Your head isn't attached to anything, so you won't be required to breathe. Don't panic incase I submerge you, okay? Wiggle your neck if you want me to bring you back up."
Veronica herself hadn't tried this out herself, but the bath soap container said that a bodiless state wouldn't require breathing. Amy gave a little wiggle of her neck stump in an attempt to nod, and gave eye contact that indicated that she trusted her.

Veronica slowly dunked her in and out of the warm water, and positioned the back of her head on the side of the sink, leaving most of her hair in the water. She kept one hand on Amy's neck stump and used the other to pour shampoo. She then massaged it into her scalp. Her closed eyes, relaxed eyebrows and neck indicated that she was very much enjoying the massage.

"Keep your eyes closed, I'm going to dunk you"
"Okay"

She then picked her head up and put it stump down into the sink, and let her neck rest on the bottom. Veronica put her fingers into her hair and shagged the shampoo out of it, turning the water from transparent to cloudy white. Amy was still enjoying the sensations and didn't notice that she wasn't breathing. This was ended when Veronica pulled her out of the water, face first, allowing her hair to 'slick' back.

"How was that?" Veronica asked.
"It - was very nice"
"You're so cute, I've never seen you right out of the bath before"
"T-thanks"
A moment passed, Veronica was admiring the contours of her friends face.
"Sorry, I can't help myself"
They kissed, Veronica expected her friend to resist somehow, but she didn't. Amy's neck muscles eased and Veronica's stressed kiss slowly became a relaxed one.
"You... Didn't resist."
"...I guess I wanted it too, it feels nice, and soft."
"...Again" They kissed longer. Although they were both unable to find the right words afterwards, an awkward pause soon followed.
"I would like to try on my torso, if that's possible"
"Yeah, it should be"
Veronica wordlessly dried off her hair as Amy's neck rested on a towel. The whole ordeal was like practicing on a dummy at a haircutting school.

They were soon back in their bedroom.
"Okay, your limbs are probably still numb, but your torso should be okay"
She placed Amy's neck stump between the shoulders of her towel-wrapped torso, where it reconnected after a few seconds of contact.
"Wow, this feels so, strange" Amy remarked on her new status as a temporary quadruple amputee.
"I don't know what it's like without arms, but it didn't take me too long to get used to waddling, for when my hands were full" Veronica stated as she found some panties and a loose fitting t-shirt for Amy.
Amy - leaning against the bed - tried moving a bit, but she wasn't used to the new centre of gravity, and her vagina against the carpet caused some odd sensations.
"Would you like me... To help you with these?"
"I don't have much choice"
Veronica laid her down and removed her towel, allowing her to see her wonderful body yet again, though she didn't want to tighten the tension much further. She simply slipped on her underwear, and positioned her upright to slide on the t-shirt, it was likened to changing an infant.
"This is all so strange to me, usually I'm the one that helps everyone"
This was true, Veronica remembered all the times that Amy would set up grand volunteer operations at school, and she was always around to help people in peer tutoring classes.
"Well, now I get to be the one who does the tutoring" She said as she hugged her limbless friend, now on the same plane. Though, she was still slightly taller, but by millimetres.
"Haha, if only I could hug back"
"So, would you like some tutoring?"
"Of course!"

Veronica did the best to explain the mechanics of hip-shifting, but it would be harder for Amy without arms to counter balance, but Veronica was there to steady her. Getting Amy to balance on her own was difficult, but skiing and a mild gymnastics background had that come faster than usual, especially considering she had no leg stumps, and they weren't heavy enough to rely on their asses. Amy and Veronica were both fairly skinny.

It didn't take long for Amy to get used to balancing, and within an hour or two, a determined Amy was able to successfully waddle - T-shirt sleeves dangling slightly - a meter into Veronica's embrace.

"So, how confident are you now?"
"Very!" Amy took a confident waddle over to the bedside table, and back towards Veronica, where she did a hop of enthusiasm. Accomplished by curving her back inwards and quickly straightening.
"Yeah!"
Though she wasn't going to land on her bottom.
"Ahh!"
Good thing Veronica was right in front of her.
"Phew"

"So, now what?" Veronica asked, Amy still in her arms.
"Well, it's only 10, what would you like to do?"
"Wouldn't mind watching a movie, there's usually good stuff on channel 43"
And so they waddled over to the the living room.

Many laughs were had, and relaxing, but tension filled moments of head leaning occurred. All was still well, though Amy was curving her back every few moments.
"Is something wrong?" Veronica enquired.
"Oh, it's not a big deal, my back muscles are a tad sore from using doing all those things that I'm not used to."
"Would, you like some help, I can... Rub you back"
"Well, alright"

They were blushing, and both thinking the same thing, they wanted something like that kiss. But both of them thought the other was only responding the way they did to be tolerant. They were still unsure of their sexuality, and despite their friendship, they seldom discuss things of such nature.

Veronica helped Amy down from the couch and positioned her upright.
"I think it would be better if, um, you took your shirt off" Veronica was surprised those words had exited their mouth, she expected to be shot down.
"Sure, yeah, that'd be more effective"
Amy leaned backwards against Veronica as she slipped the t-shirt effortlessly off of her. Her back was somehow as lovely as her front, her skin was delicate, but there was enough muscle from gymnastics to prove she wasn't wimpy.

Veronica used her t-shirt as a mat and laid Amy on top of it and went to work. Some viewed massage as a chore of sorts, but it was exciting for Veronica to slide her fingers against the smoothness of her skin. Her occasional exhalations and moans were the dopamine release of an accomplishment. It even fascinated her, how smooth her shoulders were, she slid both hands down symmetrically, clavicle, shoulder, the smooth area where her arm should have been, and upper ribs. She did many of the basic shiatsu-like techniques, but she could tell that Amy enjoyed the occasional tapping movements.

"How was that?"
"Mmmmm, quite wonderful" Amy said as she laid her head to the side.
"You're looking pretty tired"
"Yeah" she pronounced with a yawn.

And so Amy was reclothed, and they waddled back to the bedroom, where Veronica had put a few differently levelled stools to help her get into bed, but she didn't need it much anymore. Veronica simply placed Amy onto one of the medium sized stools and climbed into bed, then pulling her up with her.
"Wow, being this short makes... Wow, everything is just bigger now"
Veronica laughed in response; "You get used to it"
Amy was helped into bed, and Veronica slid in next to her. They don't sleep together that often, but this situation calls for it. Veronica reached lamb on her bedside table and the lights went out.

"So, Veronica, um"
"Yes?" They were both still very alert, the day had been very eventful, especially for Amy, who had managed to get fairly used to having no limbs.
"I've been helping people out for so long, and... You've done so much for me today, after I screwed up with your bathsoap. I would be toast if I weren't here with you"
"Of course Amy, you're my best friend" she added her reply with a hug, Amy could have only responded by tilting her neck inwards.
"I.. Have something to say too, since we're talking"
Amy made an effort to roll onto her side.
"Um, I think uh"
Amy tensed up.
"I think I might be gay, or something, and I really don't know who else to talk to about it"
"I... Think I might be as well"
"Oh, that, um"
An awkward moment ensued, but Veronica was the most able of the both of them, and she figured she ought to take a risk. She leaned in an kissed her, and all the tension went away. The kissing slowly became more aggressive, and Veronica broke away to slide her shirt off and slip off her underwear. She moved to Amy and stood her upright and removed her t-shirt and started licking her nipples, licking led to sucking, and Amy's back arched. She made a gesture with her head to indicate she wanted to do the same, and Veronica embraced her as she returned the favour. Amy's panties were practically soaking, and Veronica quickly slid them off and positioned herself underneath her, and into a 69 position. Veronica found that the oral she gave to her detached pelvis a week prior had prepared her for this, as she made Amy come three times, she was doing good on Veronica too, though the fact she was pleasuring her was probably more than enough for her.

After this, both content, slept into the night, as Veronica happily rested her head between her best friends breasts.

****

Morning came, and the pair were awoken by the summer heat pouring in through the window. They were still naked and legless, and Amy didn't have her arms. Veronica had still been resting her head in Amy's bosom. The events of last night were surreal, but they enjoyed them profusely.

Veronica sat up and surveyed the room, her own detached and still scabbed legs were still resting on a table on the far end of the room on their inner thighs, her t-shirt and underwear were strewn about on the floor, same for Amy. Her arms and legs were stacked in the same way you'd stack logs, underneath Veronicas "display table", an ankle bracelet still occupied Amy's left foot.

"Mmmmmmm, good morning" Amy said as she rolled onto her stomach, burying half of her face in the pillow as she looked at Veronica.
"Good morning to you too" she replied as she gently brushed her hair behind one of her ears. "Should we have some breakfast?"
"That would be lovely"

Veronica helped her down from the bed and helped her put their discarded clothes on, Amy waddled towards the kitchen as Veronica hand-walked behind her.

Veronica climbed onto the counter with practiced ease to get the cereal, bowls, etc. She got the milk after she positioned a high chair in front of the fridge. Amy couldn't do much other than watch. After some time, the food was all out on the coffee table.
"So, have you been having fun?" Veronica asked as she slid a glass of water - straw included - towards Amy.
"Oh my god, absolutely. I would never want to be an amputee voluntarily, but I can definitely enjoy it if it's temporary"
"I do enjoy the novelty of the different perspective, especially when it's... With you"
"Awww, you make me blush!"
They had a laugh, and joked some more between Veronica feeding Amy.
"Maybe I should get my legs back on, can I do that now? Not that I'm not having a good time like this..."
"Sure, just give me a moment" Veronica hand-walked her way back to her room and retrieved one of her legs, using the same knee-behind-neck method as before, she quickly returned and did the same with her other leg, laying both of them parallel on the floor.

"I've never looked at them like this before" Amy said. "Can you flip them over?"
Veronica complied, and Amy studied her legs and feet from a usually impossible angle. She didn't have hands, so she glided her nose and lips across her calves and thighs to see how smooth the skin was. After she had her little feel-up, she was ready to put them back on.

Veronica helped her lay down on the floor, and she dragged her right leg over and connected the end to her hip, like her head to her torso, the connection only took a moment.

"Ahhhh, that feels kinda nice" she said as she moved her only leg around, bending, flexing, testing her range of motion. Veronica was bringing her other leg over when she was interrupted.
"Hold on, I would like to see how this is" Veronica complied as she helped her over to a couch, she did this by picking her up at the torso and waddling over, Amy helped a bit by shifting some of her weight to her lone leg.

After sitting on the couch, Amy marvelled for a moment at her asymmetrical pelvis. She struggled to stand up, but when she got there, she was fascinated by how easy it was to balance. She had gotten used to the lack of arms by now, and she didn't have her other leg to throw off her balance, standing still took little effort. Hopping was a little risky, but she managed to do a bit of that as well. Though, after some time, she decided that it wasn't really her thing.

She sat back down at the couch, and Veronica brought her detached leg over to her, where the same reconnection process happened once more. Now with her legs back, she resumed breakfast.

"Don't you want your arms back?" Veronica enquired with a laugh.
"Nah, there's no rush. I want to give this a try anyhow." Veronica was excited to see how well she could adapt, Amy shouldn't have much trouble with the flexibility portion, she was no contortionist, but she could do most of what you'd expect a half-decent gymnast to be capable of. She could do the splits, standing or floor, the lotus position, butterfly with both knees touching the floor. The challenge would be a question of how well she could use her toes.

"You're going to eat like that?" Veronica asked with a questioning smile.
"Sure, I mean, these feet outta be clean, I haven't used them since I was in the bath, and they were resting on a towel"
"If you say so, this I gotta see"

So Amy positioned herself on top of the coffee table in the butterfly position, after a moment of thought, she used her big toe and second toe to grasp the spoon. Then she stuck it into the bowl, took it out, and bent forwards as she managed to bring the spoon to her mouth. She got a bit of cereal on the table, but nothing that could be considered a mess.

"Wow!" Veronica exclaimed with a clap slightly more enthusiastic than a golf spectator. Amy beamed with accomplishment.

Near the end of the cereal, Veronica observed that Amy's last few bites were the cleanest, in that her motions were the most fluid and the least amount of food was spilled.

Veronica was impressed; "Wow, you've gotten used to it"
"Nah, if it somehow does look easy to you, I insist that it isn't" Amy said "It has taken me a lot of effort to do this"
"Well, I'm still impressed either way"

They cleaned up and got dressed afterwards, and Veronica helped Amy pack her things.
"Are you going to put your arms back on?" Veronica asked.
"I think I'll try this out for a while, I'll put them back on maybe later today. I mean, you've been without legs for a while, we can be amputee buddies!"
"Hah, if you say so. I'll put them in your bag."

Veronica made her way to her room and found her arms near her detached legs, which were still a little scabbed. It was strange to touch her arms, blood was still flowing in them, and they were room temperature. If she lightly squeezed the midpoint of the inside of her forearm, some of her fingers would move. She admired the details of her digits.

She got a pair of long socks and slid them on the detached limbs, from the shoulder end towards the hand, until it went about halfway down the forearm. She did this incase Amy had some rough objects in her bag that might scratch the arms. She then checked the bathroom, incase Amy had left something, but she noticed that the instructions for her bathsoap had another side to it. "This soap contains proteins that affect the motor networks of the brain, removal of body parts (up to both arms and legs) will cause the proteins to release after an extended period of time, persons under the effect of the soap will adapt to their new body types exponentially over time."

Veronica could now understand how it took very little time for her to adapt, but she figured that losing legs wouldn't be as bad as losing arms. Sure, she couldn't move as fast, and she had been shortened, but not having arms mean't difficulty doing everything but. Though she was interested to see how Amy might change. However, there was more on the package; "The full adaptation should only take a few days, but after 20 days without the limbs attached, the affected person may start to forget what having the detached limbs are like, along with other strange phenomena. It is recommended to re-attach limbs every 2 weeks for a minimum of an hour for safety in prolonged detachments" Veronica was concerned, but took note.

Veronica came back downstairs with Amy's covered arms and slid them into her duffel bag, before climbing onto the table to help her get it around her shoulders.
"Thanks for having me!" Amy said.
"No problem, I might come by for one of your gymnastics practices!"
"I... Won't forget last night... I'd love to do it again some time"
All Veronica managed was a smile.


A few days had passed, and while they hadn't seen each other, they had both been calling each other as good friends do, but when Veronica showed up at Amy's gymnastics class, a surprise was waiting for her. She wheeled into the place at maybe 1pm on her brothers skateboard, using some gloves to propel herself on the ground. She found the bleacher and left the skateboard at the bottom, she climbed about halfway up, and sat next to what was clearly Amy's bag. It didn't take long to spot Amy herself.

She was doing a trampoline routine, bouncing up and down, doing all sorts of coordinated flips and spins, but she still hadn't put her arms back on. Most leotards look like one-piece swim suits with long sleeves, but Amy's had been modified, she - or someone - had probably gotten a new cheap one, then cut the sleeves off and sewed it back up. It looked very good on her. After some time jumping about, she noticed Veronica on the bleachers next to her skateboard. She stopped bouncing and hopped off, and dashed over to her. She was smiling, and her hair was in a stereotypical bun, which almost made her look a bit eastern european.

"Hey! You came!"
"Of course! I can't miss seeing you do all that neat stuff"
"So.. Whaddya think?" Amy asked as she twisted her upper body.
"I'm surprised, the coach let you go without arms? Don't you need to balance and stuff?" As Veronica iterated her question, Amy used her foot as she took a coffee travel mug filled with water out of her bag by the handle, and put her ankle against her other knee before bringing it up to her face, where she undid the hinged cover with her teeth before having a sip.
"Yeah, but after a few days without them I started to adapt pretty well. I showed up and the coach looked at me weird, and had me walk across the balance beam to see if I could manage. Thankfully, I did!"
"That's good to hear! You looked pretty good getting your water out"
"Yeah, all I've been able to do is practice!" But would it matter? Veronica wondered, if what she read was correct, she could probably sit in a room doing nothing for three days straight and come out with great dexterity regardless.

It was then that her coach told her that break was over, and Amy hopped back down to the floor. Veronica watched as she did her twisting splits, putting her right leg forward, then twisting her hips about so that her left leg was forward. Each time she did this, she'd bend forward, touching her nose to her knees. She had very standard gymnast flexibility.

Amy then moved on to the gymnastic floor, which was slightly elevated, and had a bunch of plywood on springs. She went to one corner and did a standing split, usually she'd hold her leg up to keep her legs vertical, but without arms she managed a 135 degree split, which was still impressive. She then ran towards the middle and did a series of flips and jumps. Veronica held her breath and tensed up, as she didn't know what would happen if Amy would start to fall. After a very stressful 5 minutes, Amy went back to splits, butterfly poses and standing splits.

1:30 soon rolled around, and Amy had finished her class.
"So, whaddya think?" Amy asked Veronica.
"Well, I was a little stressed out when you did the floor routine, but otherwise everything you did seemed just like normal"
"Haha, I'm a little lighter now, so doing those flips were a tad easier, in a way" Amy said this as she used her foot to take a pair of shorts out of her bag, then sitting on the floor and slipping both of her legs through, using gravity to let them slide down her hips, though she was having some trouble with the drawstring.
"Thanks" Amy said with a smile, as Veronica tied it. Amy then slid on her shoes, and put her head through the strap, putting the bag around her shoulders with little trouble. Veronica got on her skateboard, and they both made their way to her house.

"Wanna do each others nails?" Amy had asked.
"Sure, mine are a little tattered after walking so much with them"
"Lets do them, with a twist" Amy winked, and Veronica knew just what she was on about.

She came back with the bathsoap, a large mixing bowl and sealed jug full of warm tap water. After some time preparing, Amy decided to go first. She carefully stuck her feet in the bowl, about halfway up her shins.

"I can't wiggle my toes anymore" Amy said with a playful pout, after several minutes.
"That means they're ready" Amy took her numb feet out and shook them a bit before placing them on the towel. Veronica wrapped her right foot in a towel before pulling and removing it at the ankle, where it made a soft pop. She did the same with her other foot. They looked very strange when they weren't connected to a leg, Veronica pulled them off in a way that left no stump, just the toes, arch and heels.
"Oooh, the ends of my shins are still a bit numb" Amy announced with fascination, she attempted to sit in a seiza position, but fell over due to lack of support. The girls both got a laugh out of this. Amy settled for sitting on a nearby chair, she made her way to it after managing to stand on the stumps of her legs.

Veronica brought her feet up to the table that Amy was sitting at, where the files and polish were. They generally weren't the type to use oddly coloured nail polish, but they did prefer to maintain. She took her time filing each toe, then painting over with transparent polish. They were rather nice, despite having only her feet to work with, and gymnastics, her feet didn't really have any damage or cuts, they were clean and healthy in appearance. Amy could only watch in fascination, seeing her detached body parts manipulated.

Afterwards, Veronica stuck the feet back on Amy's legs, the feeling and movement came back right away, as the numbness period from the bath soap wore off during the filing.

It was Veronica's turn, so she set her hands in the bowl for the same 5 minutes, and pulled them out when she lost feeling.
"Wow, this is really weird, I've fallen asleep on my hands before, but this is really, really numb" She tapped the floor a few times, proving the lack of feeling.
As Amy managed to wrap her hands in a towel and pull them off, separating them at the wrist, she couldn't help but inquire.
"Are you sure you can do this? You don't have any hands yourself."
"Don't worry! I've gotten surprisingly adept at this!"

She leaned down and lightly held her hands in her mouth, dangling them by 3 fingers each. This stressed Veronica a bit, but she relaxed once she made it to the table. Veronica managed to pull herself onto the chair, and watched Amy sit in a butterfly position on the table. To her surprise, Amy handled the file wih relative ease, setting a position, then lightly swinging on her heel. She was a little bit jittery with the polish brush, but she still did a very good job.

"You did pretty good!" Veronica said as she stuck her hands back on.
"Thanks!"
"Wanna play a bit more with the soap?"

They both headed to the bath and dumped the bowl of active water in, then added more water. Veronica was the first to strip down, but she wanted to try something different. She filled the tub about half-way, and found a long board to lay across the rib of it to keep herself up. She slipped in, such that her left arm and hip were submerged in the water, but her right hip was only in partially, the water line went diagonally across her torso.

"Ohhhh-kay, what are you trying to do?" Amy asked, sitting in a lotus on a chair she pushed into the bathroom.
"I want to see if this stuff works only on joints."

After 5 or 10 minutes, Veronica lost feeling in half of her body and dragged herself out, her left arm hanging lifelessly.
"I think I'll need some help..."
Amy held onto Veronicas left hand with her feet, and Veronica pulled herself towards the bath tub with her right, as predicted, half of what remained of her body was torn away, leaving Veronica with a torso shaped like a right-angle triangle. Her navel, left arm, pussy, and most of her left breast and ass were removed.

"Whoa! So freaky!"
Veronica could only laugh in response. She managed to lift herself up on her sole arm, her remaining mass leaned to the right, so balancing was rather simple.
"Wow, this is really neat, but I can't move very much, I'm probably very inconvenient to carry as well"
Even when she laid down on her back, using her stomach muscles resulted in bizarre, almost creepy movements in the triangular point of her torso.

Some time later, Veronica was back to her "normal" legless self. Amy decided she'd reduce herself again. She managed to remove her shorts without much trouble, but her modified leotard was different, Veronica ended up slipping it off of her. Amy used her toes on the tap to add a bit more water.

After several minutes of sitting in the bath with the water up to her breasts, Amy started to wobble a bit.
"I'm losing my balance!"
Veronica of course, knew it was taking effect. She held onto Amy's armless shoulders and pulled upwards, removing her head and upper chest from her body.
"Aww, I'm little again!" She flexed what few vertebrae she had left, her soft breasts wobbling in response.
"You're rather cute like this!" Veronica hugged what there was of her to her chest.
"You know, I've always had something I've wanted to try with you like this" She continued.
"Ohhh, like what?"
"You'll see!"

Veronica drained the bath, and one-hand-walked towards the piano, being sure Amy was safe.

She put what remained of Amy to the side.
"Ohhh, I see, I get to be a piano bust!"
Veronica could only giggle in response, before playing something short and jovial. Amy could only smile, she had always enjoyed watching Veronica playing piano, she always seemed at peace, and that peace gave off around her. She could only smile, though the breeze coming in through the window involuntarily caused her nipples to harden.

"That was wonderful, you know I'd clap if I had hands."
"I know you enjoy my playing."

They both smiled as Veronica leaned into the piano and caressed Amy's face with both hands, and kissed her.
"Again" Amy whispered, Veronica leaned in again.
"Again" Veronica used tongue, before moving her hands from her face to her breasts, Amy quickly grew restless.
"I need my pussy" Amy whispered, biting her lip.

Veronica quickly but gently took Amy and made her way to the bath, where she quickly put her head and chest back on to her legs, hips and stomach. After shaking the blood back into circulation, she got over the tub and sat down on the bath mat in front of Veronica, now flustered.

Amy wrapped her legs around Veronicas hips and initiated the kiss herself this time, being sure to play with her lower lip. Another resulted in their tongues dancing around each other. Eventually, Veronica started gyrating while holding onto Amy's shoulders, her lack of legs made the tribadism rhythmic and smooth. Their orgasms seemed to tire themselves out, and they fell into a light sleep on the soft rug in the bathroom floor.

****

4 weeks had passed since Veronica removed her legs with the bathsoap, 3 weeks since Amy - her best friend/lover - removed her arms.

She heeded the warning on the bottle, and went to put her legs back on. They quickly re-attached, and for the first time in a month, Veronica had legs again. They were numb for a bit, but once she had all the feeling back, it was like riding a bike. She used the treadmill for a solid hour, and cleaned off the sweat predictably... With a bath. Though, she enjoyed having no legs. There was an adventurous aspect that she found introspective, in a way. Legless had been her default for the month, but she sometimes liked to remove her pelvis. Granted, she always made sure to go to the bathroom before doing so. She didn't know what'd happen if she didn't, but she didn't want to find out. Tonight though, she though't she'd go to sleep like that.

After a good bath, Veronica dragged her limp lower torso out of the tub, laying down on the mat and popping off everything below the midpoint between her breasts and navel. Though, since she was there, she thought she'd try disassembling her lower-half - or lower two-thirds for that matter - completely. She removed the individual toes from her feet, her feet from her ankles, her lower legs along with knees, and her upper legs up to the joint. The chunk of... Her... which remained was vaguely trapezoidal, her hips, pussy, ass, navel and a little extra in one convenient package. She loved this feeling, she was light without her legs, but it was so much better without the "weight". Those bits of her - she thought - were really only needed some of the time. For going to the washroom and having sex. She loved having a break from pulling herself around, and enjoying the feeling of just hand-walking. She dried her breasts and ribcage while laying on the mat, and positioned herself against the wall to dry her hair. She dried off her "chunk" and wrapped it in a towel, holding it in her teeth to move it to her room. She later brought an empty bin over and put all her leg bits inside, sealing it and putting it in her closet.

She then got dressed, which is simple when only one article of clothing is needed to cover you. Her nightwear consisted of oversized t-shirt from Goodwill, cut in half horizontally. The ends of her ribcage peeking out underneath. She threw the covers off and admired her shortened shape, she felt so cute when she was this small. She had a hard time believing that she could even exist like this. Legs were one thing, but what about her bladder? Sex organs? Intestines? Heart?

She read a book for a few minutes before turning the lights out.

She woke to her alarm, there was school today. The break seemed rather short, but that's how things are when you're having fun. She slapped the alarm off and climbed out of bed. Veronica felt a little more energetic, perhaps her lightness got her going.

"Morning, Mom!"
"Breakfast is almost ready dear, you should get your things for sch.. Bloody hell" She turned to see Veronica standing on the stairs.
"What?!"
"Where's the rest of you?"
"In my room?"
"This is a bit much, don't you think?"
"Geeze mom! You always worry about me showing too much skin, I know you find this stuff a little weird, but can't you be happy I have less skin to show?"
"Alright, alright. It's your body. Why don't you get your things ready?"
"Thanks mom!" She pattered up the stairs before briefly going back. "Hey, you don't mind me leaving my pelvis on the toilet in my room, do you?"
"What on earth? Fine, but you're lucky it's no one but me here today. Why do you want to do that anyway?"
"To see what happens if I keep it detached for a long time!"

She moved the towel with her pelvis to the washroom using her teeth. She then put it on the toilet, but she had to put some wooden planks around it to keep it from falling in the water.

She balanced on one hand while she brushed her hair, though, she had to lie on her chest to put her hair into a ponytail. Same with her face, she had to rest on her breasts as she splashed water onto her face. She was about to change her shirt and put on a bra, but she had a sudden idea.

She had developed a habit of not draining her tub when it was full of the disassembly water, just in case she had an urge to experiment. She removed her shirt, and leaned over the side of the tub, just so her nipples touched the water. It was a very uncomfortable 5 minutes, but when she got back on the floor, she tweaked her nipple... Numb. She pulled both off with little effort. She carried the coin-shaped pieces of herself in her mouth, and placed them into a seperate compartment in her jewellery case in her room. She balanced as she caressed her whole breast, smooth from top to bottom, it was like a lobe of flesh, sitting on her chest. She threw on a t-shirt, and put on her small backpack. No textbooks today, just a pencil and a notebook. Though, before going downstairs, she realized that she's not wearing very much, even if she has nothing to cover. She got out a large-buckled belt and wrapped it around her lower ribcage, the buckle resting on her solar-plexus. Her bottom two ribs just peeked through. She looked somewhat fashionable. She was also sure to don her leather gloves, short enough to expose her wrists, concrete and gravel aren't meant for hands.

"Veronica! What's taking you so long?"
She scurried down the stairs, she was getting quick on her hands.
"Oh no! It's almost 8:00! I can't miss my bus!"
"Yeek!"
She surprised her mother when she climbed up the table in two "steps" and almost inhaled her glass of water, had a few bites of her apple and pattered out the door with a slice of toast in her mouth.
"Wait, your pass!"
"Tfosf if!!"
Her mother tossed the pass like a disk as Veronica managed a 2 foot jump on her arms, grabbing it and landing on her hands again. She quickly bent her arm back while balancing, sliding it into her bag. She pattered to the bus stop, occasionally using her shoulder to push the toast into her mouth.

Her bus arrived just in time to notice her, which isn't difficult when you're hanging from the side of the signpost. She climbed down and onto the bus.
"Uhh. Is there anything I can do for you?" The driver asked, clearly confused upon seeing her impossible shape.
"Nah, I'll just hang out" She said as she withdrew her pass.

She climbed up the top where the hand straps were, and hung from the bars as the bus drove onwards. She was so surprised at how little strain was being put on her arms, likely because she was really that light. She was even confident enough to hand with one hand, and mess about on her cellphone with the other. Her route wasn't the busiest. Even though it was 8 in the morning, only a maximum of 5 people were ever on with her. Veronica didn't mind the attention so much. She would've been surprised if no one had stared, living without half of your gastrointestinal tract should be impossible!



She was relieved to be back at school. Taking some time off is great, but Veronica sometimes felt bored beyond belief. Granted, the bathsoap she's been using has sure put a dent into that. To her delight, most of the students made way for her, she was so short that she hardly went past most knees. She wasn't "popular", but almost everyone knew who she was... And that she was a little eccentric.

"Amy!"
"Ahh! Veronica! You're so short today!"
She wasn't surprised. Amy was still armless like before. She showed off her shoulders proudly with her long, knit tank-top, the 1-inch thick straps drawing attention to her lack of arms. Her short-shorts and flip-flops clearly functioned for keeping her feet available. She wore a loose bracelet around her left ankle, a present Veronica gave her at one of her birthdays.
"Lets go to class 'Ron! No need to walk on the ground like that, stand on my shoulders!"
"If you say so!"

Amy crouched on her toes, knees completely bent. Veronica climbed up, and perched herself on her shoulders.
"Whoa! It's so high up!" A stark contrast to where she was a second ago. She wouldn't even get this height if she had legs.
"Don't worry! You weigh almost nothing!"




"...And you can call me Mr. Hawks" Their english teacher had just concluded. "You shouldn't have any trouble in my class, so long as you do the readings, and hand assignments in on time, very good, yeah?" His Northern accent came out a tad more in the ending of that sentence. Amy and Veronica were sitting at the front of the class, Amy crossing her legs delightfully, and Veronica happened to have a bit of flatness on her bottom, as long as the books she used weren't too wide, she could rest comfortably. Her rib peeking over the book was a strange feeling though.

"The xerox is kaput today, so I hope you don't mind writing down these dates."
Much of the class became noisy with the flipping of paper and clicking of pencils. Amy pulled a notebook from her bag with her toes, which rested against the desk leg. Mr. Hawks approached the both of them during the pause.
"Now, is there anything I should know about you two? If you need anything, just ask me"
"Oh don't worry professor, this isn't permanent" Veronica assured.
"Really? My concern still stands"
"It's fine, really! I won't need hands to do coursework professor" She grinned as she pulled out a pencil and started writing with her toes, bring her feet up to the desk.
"Hm, good girl" The professor seemed to be relieved.
"Woah.." Veronica hadn't seen anything like this. Amy was writing with her toes like it was nothing. Her unmistakable cursive was carefully etched into the paper before her. No one can learn to write cursive like that in 3 weeks, let alone with your toes.
"What? Something on my face?" Amy quizzed.
"Oh, no, not at all. It's amazing that you can use your toes like that after 3 weeks!"
"Ah, just a little bit of practice. I'm a fast learner 'Ron!"



Veronica and Amy soon found themselves eating lunch. They stood out even further than usual, in that they both sat on the table. Of course, Veronica looked like a regular person with a table built around. Though soon, some of their thespian friends showed up.

"Hey you two!"
"Hey!" They replied in unison. They were approached by Sam and Melissa, who were both huge theatre people. Veronica thought that Sam was probably gay, but he could just be straight as flamboyant. Melissa was blonde and lithe, though she didn't fit any stereotypes, at least stereotypes about her hair and body. She was about the same height as Amy.

"I'm surprised, you manage to remain fashionable and feminine with no legs or hips, that's quite a feat Veronica"
"Aw, thanks Sam"
"So, how's it working out for you guys?" Melissa asked.
Veronica almost wanted to mention her lesbian relationship with Amy, but that wouldn't be fair to her. She probably referred to their lack of body parts.
"Quite well, actually. The main detriment to being like this being short and slow, but being like, 70 pounds lighter feels amazing"
"How about you, Amy?"
"Well, the first few days were kinda hard, but before I knew it, I was doing gymnastics like usual. I can even write with my toes now!"
"Wow, can you even dress yourself?"
"Believe it or not, I can" Amy demonstrated that she was capable by bringing her toes to her chest, then pulling an imaginary threat up and over her head.
"That's incredible. Well, there's a project I have to do for a dance module. The professor wants it to be experimental, or something. She just wants to see something different."
"So, what were you thinking?" Amy asked, she gestured with her foot, resting against her knee like it was natural to her.
"Well, maybe I could use that soap or whatever you guys use and take my arms and legs off."
"What?" Veronica almost choked on her food.
"I'll leave some stump, of course. C'mon, how about it? I'mm come over after school."
"Well, I guess that's okay. Can you get back home afterwards? You won't be any good at moving yourself right after."
"It's no problem, Sam said he'd help me out"
"Alright, it's fine by me."


The rest of the school day was quite interesting. A lot of her friends wanted to hold her to see how light she was, one wanted to see if she'd fit into a locker (she could). Amy was just as interesting to everyone, others wowed in amazement when they saw her write or draw with her toes.


Soon, it was the early afternoon, and the four of them were at Veronica's place.
"Hold on, I need to check on something, you guys wait here for a moment."
She scurried upstairs, she needed to check of her pelvis before they went into the washroom. When she arrived, it was pretty hard to tell if anything happened, other than breakfast, Veronica had consumed mostly liquids the entire day, she had soup for lunch, and a bunch of water, plus a protein shake. On close inspection though, she noticed a few drops on her shaved vagina. She did indeed use the washroom somehow. She quickly dried it off and re-attached. It felt cold, like she expected. She quickly moved to her room and put on some panties and short-shorts.

"Alright, it's ready."
Sam got some planks, as discussed on the way over. The planks were placed across the tub, where Melissa would lay face down, her limbs drooping into the water. She wore some cargo shorts that ended half-way between her hip and knee, and a brown t-shirt.
"You doing okay?" Amy asked, sitting in a lotus position on the counter.
"Yeah, the planks are a little uncomfortable"
"It should be over soon" Sam assured.

"Can you feel you limbs?" Veronica asked after some time had passed.
"I- I'm not sure"
Sam pulled her hand out of the water and tapped it.
"Nothing..." Melissa was evidently getting a little tense. She was rather adventurous, but there was some risk in what she was doing.
"Alright, you're all loosened up."
Sam pulled out of the tub, getting a few drops of water on his clothes. She laid her flat on her back on the bathmat.
"What now?" Melissa asked.
"We take you apart" Veronica could now sit on her bottom. She used her current stability to remove Melissa's arms and legs with audible pops.
"Ahh!!" She was clearly wondering what she'd gotten herself into. Her arms now ended a few inches above her elbow, and her legs a few inches above her knee, her stumps were a tad pointed.
"Hahaha, don't worry too much Melissa"
"But! Oh my god."
"You wanted to do this." Sam assured.
"Okay, you're right." Melissa said, still breathing kinda heavily. "I'm stuck like this, at least for an hour. I'll tough it out"
"You can do it! Your teacher will totally give you an A for whatever you do"
"Yeah! Sorry for freaking out like that, I feel a lot better now" Melissa said.

Sam then put her limbs in his bag, it was weird, her bare, detached limbs all had their joints attached, plus a few inches extra. Her detached leg's knee flopped a bit as it was moved around. Sam slung the back over his back, and carried a lightened Melissa in his arms.
"I'll see you guys at school!"
After they left, Amy and Veronica spoke near the door.
"Do you think she can handle it?" Amy asked.
"She's a strong dancer, moving her body is what she's best at. She'll adapt somehow" Though, Veronica knew she would, and she was starting to feel a little guilty. She was doing the same to Amy, her best friend. Both of her friends would be oblivious to the fact that it was the soap changing something in their brains to make them adapt.

"We'll find out tomorrow."
They both looked at each other, Amy was in a butterfly pose, and she was touching the tips of her big toes together with anxiousness.
"So... Wanna 'watch a movie'?"
"...I'd love to"



The next day, they saw Melissa having some trouble trying to balance on her stumps on the stage during practice. She mostly had Sam moving her around, though she was wearing some weird sock things on her stumps.
"Oh, hey guys!" Melissa waved her arm stump at them.
Amy and Veronica approached her, sitting next to her on the stage. Amy elected to cross her legs.
"How are things?" Veronica asked. She had somewhat expected Melissa to give up, but she was interested in seeing what'd happen.
"Well, it's been kinda hard so far. I've had to get my mom to help me wash myself last night, I feel so helpless."
"But... You're sticking to it" Amy added.
"Of course! I'm determined to make this work." She waved her stumps outward, then brought them down near her stomach and touched their tips together. She was already starting to gesture.
"Does it hurt to stand on the ends of your leg stumps?" Veronica asked.
"Actually, uh, Sam, do you might helping me a bit?" With Sams help, Melissa managed to stand. Sam only helped her keep her balance.
"Yeah, it's kinda weird. I expected it to hurt a bit, but it's as if there's some layer of skin or something between my bone and my skin." She balanced for a second before falling down on her butt.
"Gah!"


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Another week and a half had passed. Veronica continued to spend some days as merely the top third of herself, leaving her hips and stomach at home. She didn't develop a big habit out of it, she did it like it was her nicest dress, only on nice days.

She was like that at school that Friday, but she hadn't seen Amy quite yet. Nor had she seen Melissa, though she saw Sam and he said she was getting better, but that didn't surprise her. Something else did.

She hand-walked into the study hall, and she soon noticed Amy sitting at a desk with her feet up to the table. Veronica climbed onto the one next to her.
"Woah! You scared me there!"
"Haha, sorry about that. I don't exactly have shoes to make noise with."
She continued to me mesmerized by the way Amy wrote with her toes. Her footwriting was indistinguishable from her handwriting.
"Wow, you've gotten really amazing at that" Veronica said.
"Aw, you're so kind. I've been doing this my whole life and no one has really acknowledged it."
Immediately, a heat of some kind materialized in Veronica's reduced ribcage, and her heart-rate increased. The bottle said this would happen, so why was she so surmised? If it was right about it's main function, why would it be wrong about it's side effect?
"Your... whole life?"
"Yeah, I was born this way, didn't you know that?"
"Uhh" Veronica was thinking of some sort of excuse, or story, some kind of lie. She didn't want to screw up her friendship, or romance, for that matter. Calling  what was now her core truth a completely fabrication couldn't possibly end well.
"So, it wasn't an accident early on?"
"Yeah, I thought you knew" Amy was a tad agitated.
"I, uh, sorry. You know... I"
"Don't worry Veronica, I know this sort of thing can be hard to talk about sometimes."
Amy intertwined the toes of her right foot with Veronica's fingers, their version of holding hands. "So, you okay now?"
"Uhh, um, ah yeah. I'm fine, I just remembered a report I forgot to pick up! I'll see you later today!"
Veronica was so surprised, she'd have to be away from her for a bit to figure things out.



After school was over, they found themselves at Amy's place.
"Mind if I have some orange juice?"
"Oh, sure" Veronica said as she climbed onto the table. She rested on her bottom.
It was apparently that Amy had gotten great at using her toes a few weeks ago, but now that she was totally adapted, it became quite apparent to Veronica that she was at her peak of technique. Amy had no problem getting the juice from the fridge two week ago, but there were minor things she noticed that demonstrated she was still a bit of an amateur. A slightly shaky grip, a drop spilt. Minor things. Today though, she did it completely flawlessly. Perfection.

Her balance was perfect. She balanced on one leg while she used the other to reach up and grab the edge of the carton between her big toe and the edge of her sole. She gracefully brought it to the table, and jumped backwards, her butt on the edge of the table. She swung around and used both feet to open the carton, and pour the juice. She did the whole thing in reverse, and sat on the table again to take a sit with both feet. Completely flawless and natural the whole way though. In a conversation they later had on the couch, she would even periodically scratch or nose like it was nothing, not even needing to use her opposite knee as support.

They slept together, like they had always done for the last month whenever they had the opportunity. Veronica couldn't sleep. Now with her pelvis on, she bounded to the washroom, sure not to wake Amy. She found the bottle for the soap from when she left it there the other week, and was relieved at what she saw. There was a number for a 24-hour help line.

She quietly went to the other room, and made the call. Thankfully, it was free.
"Hello, this is the Glouchester Wellness help line, how may I assist?" The woman on the other end had a distinct Yorkshire accent.
"Hi, um, I'm having a bit of a problem."
"Yes? What product is related?
"The, uh, disassembly bath soap. Well, uh, my friend has been armless for longer than the bottle recommended, and now she believes that she was born like that."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Huh?! She doesn't remember who she really is!"
"Oh, sorry love, didn't realize you saw it like that. Yeah some of my friends turned me just into a head and kept my body at one of their houses for a week. Said they were losing weight for me."
"What? Really? That seems really mean. Wait, losing weight? You can control other persons parts?"
"Different product dear. Anyhow, I found it a bit irking for a while. All I do is tech support though, so I don't really need a body, but I liked being able to move. After a month or so, I woke up one morning and believed with certainty as clear as day that I was born as a head on it's own. Bloody hell, you shoulda seen me! I was typing at 30 words per minute with just a pencil! I was able to scootch around on me neck stump like I'd done it me whole life!"
"Oh, what about now?"
"Nah, the skills stayed over. I come to work a just a head, saves space and all that for the company. Me cubicle is really just a bedside table carved out!"
"Sorry, I need to cut you short. How do I fix my friend?"
"Well, if you want to do it the easiest, stick her arms on when she's sleeping! That always does it"
"Phew. Okay, thanks a lot"
"Ah!! Just wait! Want to know a little trick?"
"Uh, sure."
"As long as she's in that state, you can remove more of her and she's still be in the same state of mind!"
"I dunno, I feel kinda bad about doing that"
"Just giving you a bit of knowledge, love! It's all up to you!"

Veronica couldn't help herself. Her curiosity was immense. She found a pail and filled it with lukewarm water and poured in some of the bathsoap. She carefully slid the pail into the bedroom, making sure to keep all the water in, and to be completely silent. Luckily, Amy was sleeping like a log on the edge of the bed. Veronica carefully pulled her leg out of the covers, careful to support it just in case. She slowly dipped her foot into the water.
"Hmmgh" Amy shifted a bit, but she didn't wake. Phew.
It took some endurance, but Veronica held the paid for 5 minutes, using the bottom to support her foot and most of her shin. She carefully set the pail down, and popped off her foot. She continued this process until Amy only had a 3 inch stump where her left leg should have been. Veronica assembled her leg together and folded it at the knee, wrapping it in a towel and putting it in her closet, where she happened to find her arms, still complete with sock covers. She made sure her limbs were hidden by some old clothes.