An odd feeling overcomes me. Something is different, but I'm not sure what it is yet. Similar to the feel you get when someone's hiding something from you, but you're not sure what, or why. Similar to the way you feel when everything goes right in one day, yet you still feel empty despite it. Something's different.

16:34? Shit, I've been asleep for an hour.

"Laura! You've been asleep for an hour!"
"Mmmph." I muttered lazily. "I feel so lazy."
"Aren't you going out later?"

Samantha came over and took the blanket off. Now I knew what was wrong.

"Do you need any help?"
"Uhm."

I looked at myself. I had no arms and legs, my tank top and shorts made that explicitly clear. For some reason... I have had limbs my whole life, right? Samantha thought nothing of it.

I tried to make sense of it.

"I think so." I said.
"Okay!"

She lifted me up and brought me to the washroom, setting me on a stool I didn't know we had.

"So, how's David?"
"He's fine, nice guy." I said. Samantha started to brush my hair.
"Oh my gooood, I'm really jealous." She laughed. "He doesn't mind that you're an amputee?" I felt my blood rush.
"Uhh, I don't think so."
"That's good!"

As she brushed my hair, I kept taking glances at myself. My shoulders just ended. It looked like I was born without arms or legs, and perfectly so. There was even a nice bit of padding between bone and skin to make it... Comfortable for me to sit.

"Want me to put you by your laptop?"
"Sure?"

The way Samantha lifted me confirmed that I was very light. She set me down at the coffee table with my laptop. I thought I'd have a hard time sitting up, but it was easy. Even scarier was how... Easy it was for me to manipulate my computer without hands. Why was this so easy?

My Facebook was even stranger. All of the images of me... My profile picture. I could see my shoulders in it. Armless. The vacation images from last summer... No limbs to speak of, yet somehow the same bathing suit. According to these images, and my current body, I have apparently lived my whole life without limbs.

I knew I had homework I'd normally be doing, but for the moment, I was inspecting my past.

There was... No way...

I dropped the unsharpened pencil and moved towards my bookshelf, somehow a natural act for me. I had to do a strange waddle, I was there quicker than I expected.

I saw my high school year book on a low shelf. I lightly put my lips around the edge and pulled it out, flopping open on the floor.

"No way."

An image of me playing chess, smiling to the camera, some skin visible through a t-shirt I was wearing. Still limbless.

Using my mouth, I turned a few more pages. An image of me at a swim meet, wearing the one-piece, how the fuck could I swim like this?

I turned more pages, it was clear, I have always been limbless. Perhaps I was insane for thinking otherwise. But then, why do I remember being limbed for ever? Why can't I imagine myself swimming with this current body? Insane people don't acknowledge their insanity.

"Hey Laaauuura. Want me to bathe you before we go?"
"Uhh..." At risk of sounding silly. "I can do it myself?"
"Hmmm, takes a little long, and I need to shower too, conserve water?"

Whatever. "Sure."

After a few moments, Samantha came over to me wearing only her bathrobe, and took me to my bedroom and undressed me. I felt like a baby, I did my best to hide my embarrassment.

"Awww, you're blushing." Samantha said. "You're normally all business when I help you out."
"Wha?"
"Maybe you're just exceted to see David! Heehee."

Nude, Samantha took me to the bathroom and stepped into the bath, holding me with one hand, somehow comfortably. Even stranger was being this close to my nude room-mate. I'd seen her bare chest several times, but never completely naked like this and with my back against her breasts.

Oddly, she was very good, I guess. It was like she'd done this a million times, and to my knowledge, she had no experience taking care of old people or babies. Nothing that could suggest it.

She took me out, dried me off, and propped me on the bathroom counter, where I really saw my real self. I got a good look at my hips as Samantha brow dried my hair. It was strange, like hips, ass, nothing. No stump or scar, absence. She continued with my hair, finishing with some light make up.

"Your normal outfit, right?"
"Uhhh, yeah. On the bed I think."

I turned around, looking and myself in the mirror, more angles. I couldn't believe this was me.

Samantha came back, clothed, and slipped my tank and shorts on. I mean, I was going to wear this anyway, but it was freaky how much it seemed to fit with my body type.

"Ready?"
I kinda wasn't...
"Yep, lets go."

With that, Samantha put my purse around me, and plopped me into a wheelchair. Where the fuck did we get a wheelchair?

Five minutes into our walk to the restaurant, it was like Samantha was close to realizing the weirdness.

"You've been awfully quiet. Is something wrong?" She asked. If only I could tell her.
"Nah, just a little stressed out. Work and stuff."
"Ahh, I get that." She smiled. "You'll feel better after a few drinks."

Maybe she was right. After 15 minutes with David, Samantha and her boyfriend, I was having a good laugh. David was acting completely normal. He didn't care if I was missing my limbs.

Eating wasn't difficult. Just bite the fork, pierce food, angle the fork, eat the food. Easy. Maybe being limbless wasn't so bad. Maybe the sex was good.

"David." I whispered to him. "Lets go to your place after."
"No problem." He said, kissing me.

I could hardly focus on anything. I just tried to laugh a lot.

Eventually, David have wheeled me to his place.

"Do you want me to carry you in and leave the chair here?" He said, closing the door behind him.
"Sure, that's fine." I smiled.

He lifted me up, his arms were warm and strong. It always felt great to be around David, but it was different with my body like this. I was more dependent. Instead of feeling vulnerable, I felt sexy.

"David." I whispered. "I've had a weird day."
"Really?" He asked.
"Yes. I feel like laying down and reading. In bed." I kissed his neck.
"Ohhh, agreed. I'll join you."

David carried me to his bed and set me down on my back. I knew what was going to happen, and it was making me wet. I was starting to accept my body.

"Sorry." David said, wearing only his briefs. "I don't have any interesting books at the moment."
I giggled. "That's fine. Come here and undress me."

Everything was more intense. I have allowed David to do whatever he pleases with me, but he chooses to take his time. Like this, I was a console of buttons for him to press. He touched me everywhere except where I wanted him so badly to go.

"No more book crap." I moaned. "Just fuck me already."

With that, David took his briefs off, and gave me the most wonderful shag of my life. The way he held me afterwards couldn't feel the same if I had limbs.



I could smell coffee.

"Want some Yirgacheffe?"
"Mmmph." I mumbled. My arm was numb. What.
"It's really good. Get out of bed and have some!"
"Uhm, yeah."

I sat up and looked at myself. Something's different. I had limbs again. I saw my fingers, flexed them, swung my feet out of the sheets and moved my toes. I had everything again.

What happened? I was just getting used to it.