Marie didn't understand that I had to work. I couldn't just stay home all day every day and make love to her beautiful body.

Sure, I'd love to run my hands over those sexy legs and bounce her abbreviated form up and down as she straddled me.

I mean, who wouldn't?

But since she quit being a magician's assistant so she could stay in this form full time, she hasn't been making any money.

She pouts as I explain this to her. She just doesn't understand.

"You could rent me out to tons of clients," she says.

I don't like to see her pout, so I run a hand over one of her legs and she perks up.

"I have to go," I say. I was already running late.

I throw her a bone in a final act of desperation to cheer her up.

"Maybe when I get back from work we can go see the magician and have him do that change you've been dreaming about? And in addition to removing your legs, I'm sure he could inflate your boobs too."

There was that smile. I'd miss stroking those lovely legs, but bouncing her up and down without them might even be more fun?