I woke up today and realized that I was 27. It seems that what they say is true, time seems to pass by faster as you get older. It seemed as if it were only yesterday that I was waking up in the year 2010.

When I go back and read Time articles, or read science fiction, it seems that they were correct in several ways, but far off the mark in others. We're still yet to use flying cars, but computers are really cheap.

Even more, I'm living in San Francisco, probably one of the most tech-forwards cities in the world, other than Tokyo, New York and Shanghai. However, I'm a very classy man, and I need to get some clothes. I need to stop thinking like this, I hope I'm not having a mid life crisis at 27.

After taking the new BART line that was added in 2021, which thankfully goes right outside of my house to the downtown core, I headed to Union Square and walked into a clothing store. I prefer getting clothes from places like Saks, but I only want a shirt. Being into fashion like this keeps me looking young, it seems, many women think I'm only 24 or 23.

Speaking of women, there's this nice girl at Tommy Hilfinger that I keep seeing. I talk to her sometimes too, flirt even. Oh wait, if I'm writing to someone 10 years in the past. You see, many of the girls that work at the store are essentially shaped really weird, they're just girls with their heads on their waists. They have no arms or torso.

Only a few years ago, body modification went a step further. I'm not sure how they did it, I never took science courses so I don't really get any of it, but it's quite safe.

Mind you, not very many women decide to go through with it, due to the changes in lifestyle they go through. Sure, you can change it back, but it's apparently a lot of crap you have to go through to reverse it. In the first few years, early adopters were gawked at, but today, it's about as common as a woman getting a lot of tattoos. They still get stared at, but not very much, at least not in San Francisco, or big cities in general.

Anyway, so I walk in and thankfully, she's working there.

"Hey Alex, how are you doing today?"
"I'm alright Jessica, just looking for a white shirt"

Jessica is really great, I flirt with her almost every time I come in here. I'm pretty sure she digs me, given how close she stands to me, sometimes rubbing my leg with her foot, stuff like that. Today she was wearing cargo pants and flip flops, her "shoulders" and collar bone were visible, as well as some of her v-line.

"How about this one?" She pointed to a shirt on display with her foot.
"Yeah, that one seems pretty nice" She then grabbed it with her mouth and walked towards the change room, placing the shirt on a table there before opening one of the rooms with her foot.

Satisfied, I came back out and went to pay for it. The woman at the register was wearing red shorts and didn't have any shoes on, she sat on a tall stool.

"Will that be all for today?"

She uncrossed her legs and typed something into the cash register with her toes.

"That will be $89.66"

I gave her $90 in cash, it was fun watching her picking the notes up with her feet and then sorting it into the register. She then dropped the change into my hand, briefly giving me a chance to see how smooth her skin was up close.

As I was walking out to the door, Jessica stopped me.
"You come by here quite a bit" She said with a smile
"Well, I don't come just for the clothes"
She giggled at that.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" I asked coquettishly.
Forming a cute expression, she answered "Well, uh, nothing" Since girls like her can't twirl their hair with their hands as an unconscious response to something like this, she shuffled her foot in some odd way.
"Cool, meet me at the bistro across the street tomorrow at 7."
"Okay okay!!"

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There were quite a lot of people around that night, but it wasn't hard to notice her. She was standing outside, and was wearing flats and some cargo shorts, her longish (given that she's only a head and legs) hair was tied into a pony tail. As I approached her and greeted her, she did a slight hop on her toes, it looked extremely cute. After meeting her, we went inside.

She got a seat that was slightly higher than mine, and for obvious reason. As we spoke, she crossed her legs into a lotus, exposing her smooth, shapely legs. After some average conversation, I found that she had just finished university, and was taking a year to work off her loans. We also shared similar interests, though I had to ask her why she was shaped like a head on a pair of legs.

"Well, I have always been an experience junkie of sorts, and I had always been interested in getting something like a tattoo, but I felt that adapting a shape like this would suit me. One of my friends who had done tons of tattoos and piercings went for it, knowing it was the next best thing, and it would make her stand out. Though it was kinda hard for her to adapt, she was happy with what she got, and since she's an artist, she was able to relearn everything with her feet without her profession suffering. At first, the idea of it seemed completely bizarre to me, but it was starting to grow on me, it would give me a whole new experience in life."

She gestured with one foot in the lotus position, and the other moving around making circles.

"I figured that I'd go ahead with it, I had previous experience in dance, so adapting to most things wouldn't be too difficult. After all the procedures from 3 years ago, I was in my changed body, and I had to start learning to do things with my feet. Most things were pretty simple for me, but I haven't bothered learning to write. I rely on keyboards for that sort of thing, which is fine, because I can type at around 70 words per minute now. Learning to get dressed on my own was also difficult, but I've had support from my friends. I have to mention though, I can't have kids this way, but I don't mind too much"

She took the wine glass in between her toes and had a sip.

"Surely there must be some advantages, other than looking really cute" This elicited a giggle from her.

"Haha, well I don't have to eat nearly as much, and I'm very light, so that must be an advantage. I can run much faster, now that there isn't as much wind resistance. I do feel much, much sexier, as I felt that my legs were my best feature, and I had flat breasts before I had the procedure. It's also now acceptable for me to sit on tables, as that's the only way I can get close to someone in a business situation. I also thought that I would be saving a lot of money by not buying shirts anymore, but that's been replaced by more spending on shoes and pants!"

We soon got our food, and had flirty conversation. Watching her eat was fascinating, her dexterity was something to envy.

When we finished, we starting heading back to my place. I couldn't hold her hand or anything, so I held her close by the hip.

When we got back, she looked around after taking off her shoes. I offered her some tea and she sat on my table. She took the glass with both of her feet and we had an irrelevant conversation. After a while, it was clear she was getting really horny and touched my hand with her foot. I pulled her from across the table and kissed her as she wrapped her legs around me. I proceeded to take my shirt off and make out with her some more, she motioned for me to remove her shorts.

I carried her over to my bed afterwards, and took off her panties and my clothes. I've never had sex before with a girl shaped like this, but I was going to wing it.

In addition to being a mere head-on-legs, she was also quite skinny, she felt delicate to me. She pulled herself around my hips and started to give me oral, as she did this, she rubbed her vagina on my leg. I took hold of her hips and penetrated her, going in and out rhythmically.

"Oh, that was awesome" I said, resting my head in her lap.
"Haha, I'm still recovering" She smiled as she sat in seiza. She'd occasionally rub the tip of her nose against my head.
"Ohh..."

She slipped out of seiza, letting her feet slip out, then bringing her knees apart, slowly lowering my head onto the surface of the bed. She re-adjusted her legs into a loose butterfly position, and pulled herself closer to me as she put gentle pressure on my head with her feet.

"Oh, that feels nice."

She started to massage my face with her toes. I couldn't see them at this angle, but they felt quite soft. The softest feet I'd ever felt. I guess she'd probably take more care of them if they're her only limbs. More people were going to look at them.

She kneaded my cheeks, lightly gripping between her 1st and 2nd toes. She made caresses down my the sides of my face. She tapped my forehead. I fell asleep.

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"Um, Alex?"
"Nuh??" The sun peeked through the window.
"Um, I kinda have to go to work.." Jessica was sitting in a seiza on the edge of my bed, wearing some shorts.

"Oh, that's alright. Don't let me keep you." I sat up on my elbow.
"But I, uh..." The way she looked down at her knees and rubbed them together was so cute I would have came right there if I weren't so tired.
"What is it?"
"I'd like to do this again sometime.."
"Oh, of course!"

She just smiled, then looked into my eyes. She stood up on the bed, positioned herself above me and straddled my chest. She kissed me on the cheek before jumping off the bed, opening the door with her foot and slipping into her shoes and running off.

My weekends are now booked.