Assembly Required
A John Doe story
It was the itch that first woke her up. A fairly urgent one, just above Rebecca's right hip. Instinctively, in her groggy state, she tried to reach out her right arm to scratch it, to no avail.
At the same time, she tried to raise her left arm in an attempt to rub her eyes. She felt a little twitch from her shoulder, but otherwise...nothing.
Her brow furrowed as she struggled to open her eyes, blink the sleep out of them. No response.
Oh crap, Rebecca thought, as the fog of sleep began to lift. I took it all off last night.
The southern California sun poked through her blinds, a stripe of sunlight spread across her flat, toned, almost concave belly. Rebecca could feel it, happy she could tell that morning was here. Not like last time, when she woke up and got ready, only to sheepishly find it was 3AM. She had overslept many a time as well, one of the reasons she only dared do this on her days off. For a few minutes she simply enjoyed the warmth of the sun's rays, lying lazily atop the sheets, which of course she had had no way to pull on top of her the night before.
Rebecca squirmed around on the mattress for a while, first finding a way to rub her hip sort of unsatisfyingly against the sheets to quell the itch, then just enjoying the way her torso moved on the bed. Since attaining her "special" power, she'd come to enjoy the helpless feeling of being minimized like she was now, and felt her cheeks blush with embarrassment at her arousal.
Now fully awake, refreshed from hours of sleeping in complete silence and darkness, Rebecca began to contemplate the idea of getting ready. She decided to put it off for a few more minutes, and do her morning crunches before she got up. 98...99...100, she counted in her head, as her featureless face and hips stretched towards each other repeatedly. She felt a sheen of sweat covering her abbreviated body, and she'd be out of breath, that is if were she able to breathe right now (a curiosity that she'd long ago stopped trying to wrap her head around). She might have attempted a second set, but the pressure in her bladder told her she'd best get moving. She still wasn't sure what would happen if she tried to void it without a vagina, and wasn't in much of a hurry to find out.
In a well-practiced maneuver, she heaved her left shoulder and hip to roll herself over on her front, then repeated the process to continue onto her back again. She thought back to how awkward it had been the first time she dared to go limbless, the exciting fear she felt at the almost unthinkable idea of being unable to move or getting stuck. She got halfway through the next roll before the edge of the mattress caught her by surprise. Her heart fluttered as she teetered on the edge for a moment before falling to the hardwood floor. The fall was scarcely more than a foot, as she kept her mattress on the ground now for practical reasons.
The floor felt cold against her skin, but Rebecca much preferred it to the rug burn she'd get from the carpet that once covered the room. She rolled a few more times, then went into "inchworm" mode to propel herself in the direction she hoped she needed to go. She felt grateful that she'd remembered to take her breasts off this time, which made this sort of locomotion much easier. As her neck strained with the effort of pulling herself along, she wondered what she must look like squirming around on the floor like a larvae; she made a mental note to set up the webcam next time so she could enjoy watching it later.
After a few minutes of struggling which seemed like hours, Rebecca began bumping her head on unidentifiable pieces of furniture, and it was clear that she was lost. Her heart beat out of her chest, but secretly she loved the panicky feeling, and knew in the back of her mind that her room wasn't all that big to get lost in. Keep it together, girl, she told herself.
Finally she began to get her bearings, and sure enough she found what she was searching for, first feeling the gentle touch of long fingernails brushing against her bald scalp. She crept along the side of her new discovery, feeling the lukewarm skin of the hand and forearm with her cheek, then the velcro strap that held the upper arm in place against the floor. With some difficulty, she flipped on her back and lined herself up, then pressed her empty shoulder socket against it, feeling the strange but familiar sensation as the skin melded together and the arm became part of her. Her body relaxed as she wiggled her fingers and flexed her wrist; she would have sighed with relief had she been able to.
With the addition of her arm, Rebecca's morning became much easier. She flexed her elbow and wrist a bit awkwardly to reach the strap and undo it, then used her arm to prop herself up on her hips and lean against the wall. The strap had been a recent innovation of hers; not only did it make it easier to yank her last limb away at night, but kept it in position for easy reattachment, something she learned the value of after a bad morning of shoving her arm around the room and squirming after it.
She took a few moments to probe her tiny dismembered body, running her hand over the smooth, blank ovoid of her featureless head, enjoying the contours of her remaining armless shoulder, fascinated with the way the skin stretched like a drum over the oddly-angled "amputation". Her hand ran down her flat breastless chest, groped her legless hips for a moment, then finally came to rest on her smooth crotch, gently tickling the strangely sensitive skin with her long fingernails. She reminisced about the time this all came to be: the magic lamp, the odd third wish after the obvious ones for money and eternal youth, the one she'd fantasized about since she was little...
Her thoughts bringing a sense of urgency upon her, Rebecca balanced her weight on her one limb and started hand-walking across the room, swinging her light body along the floor, her hand and buttocks alternately hitting the floor with a light thump that she couldn't hear. She felt her way to her dresser and started counting the drawers as she ran her hand over them. Her hand paused briefly on the second one from the left, where she kept her eyes, but on a whim, she bypassed it and opened the one above. She felt around until her hand came up with a soft, fuzz-covered handful of flesh, which she hurriedly slapped onto the smooth space between her hips. She felt warmth flow through her as the vaginal lips attached themselves and the soft hole between them magically opened, moisture forming almost immediately. Without missing a beat, Rebecca plunged her fingers into her freshly-attached pussy, scarcely even flinching when she lost her balance and tumbled backward. Her body writhed on the floor as she masturbated desperately, rubbing her clit until she came with a silent shudder.
Finally able to concentrate, Rebecca propped herself back up and began the arduous task of putting herself together for the day. She reached into her eye drawer and delicately pulled out a single orb, half-covered in eyelid. She turned it in her hand until she felt the eyelashes facing the right way, then pressed it against her face, where it sunk in with an odd sucking feeling. She blinked (or is it winked?) multiple times at the sudden intrusive light of the room, until she grew used to it enough to check out her reflection in the big full-length mirror in the corner.
She always found it striking, the sight of her blank bald head with just one single eyeball staring back at her; Rebecca felt it looked almost as though she were angry. In any case, the eye in the mirror was a boring brown one, maybe even one of her originals, she had lost track long ago. She left it in for the time being, of course, so she could browse for a matching pair. The pile of eyes stared up at blankly from the drawer, looking like little ping-pong balls covered in skin, the eyelids stretching all the way around the back. She sifted through various shades of brown and blue, until she found a big green pair with long lashes she hadn't worn in forever. Ooh, pretty. She deftly popped in the left one, then swapped the boring brown one for its mate, and playfully batted her eyelashes at her own reflection.
Rebecca shuffled her way along the floor, making her way to the various drawers of the ornate mahogany dresser. She selected a cute little hook nose from one drawer, then her favorite pair of ears with the multiple piercings, earrings still inserted into the upper holes, from another. One by one she popped them onto her blank skin and felt them become part of her, her head finally beginning to take shape. She let in a welcome breath of air as her nose attached and her sinuses reopened.
The urge to urinate was getting stronger, and Rebecca realized she needed to move quickly. Leaving herself mouthless for now, she heaved her way to the closet, stretching to reach the knob and almost falling over again in the process of opening it. No time for a clean leg, she thought to herself, as she hurriedly tipped over her laundry hamper and watched a pile of sweaty limbs fall out. Christ, I'm such a slob, I swear I'll wash these tomorrow. She picked out the first leg she found, a left one, and held it to her hip until it joined her body with a loud slurp and came to life. Holding the doorknob for support, she awkwardly struggled to her foot, hopping her lopsided body to the bathroom with her one arm stretched out for balance. She lurched forward and practically fell onto the toilet, a satisfied "mmmmmm" escaping from her nose as she peed for what felt like a full minute. Relieved, she crumpled up a wad of toilet paper and began dabbing at herself, and her nose crinkled with disgust as she saw how sticky she was from her earlier indulgence. She rose back up on her foot and yanked at the edge of her pussy lips, which peeled off her with a satisfying "foooomp" sound, then casually discarded her soiled labia in the sink, running the water and leaving them to soak.
Thump, thump, thump. Rebecca hopped back down the hall, a bit more steadily than before now that she was free from distractions. Humming a tune to herself through her nose, she made her way to the closet and hopped inside.
It was a huge walk-in closet bigger than some people's bathrooms, a must for any upscale home. Unlike most women with such a luxury, however, her clothes and shoes were relegated to one wall, the rest taken up by her growing collection of "goodies". She looked along the row of legs standing at attention against the near wall; her nicest pair, the shapely ones that made her nearly six feet tall, stood propped up in the corner, as though waiting for her. She saved them for special occasions, and felt tonight's blind date was just such an occasion. Maybe this'll be the one that gets to find out my secret, she thought to herself, and her eyes widened in an unmistakable, if mouthless, smile.
Rebecca sat on the ground, tugged at her "dirty" leg, twisting it a little until the flesh separated. The skin on both the leg and her hip rippled and settled into their separate parts, like a drop of mercury being split in two. She unceremoniously dumped it back into the hamper, then hooked her arm around one of her prized legs and brought it close. She took a moment to run her hand over the perfect smooth skin of its hard, muscular thigh, all the way up to where it met the flat "joining" surface at the top, before slipping it into place, stretching it out and wiggling the cute painted toes at the end once it became part of her. She repeated the process with the other, and at last stood up on her own two feet, posing in the mirror and admiring herself as she rubbed her thighs together.
Geez, I'm missing both pairs of lips now, Rebecca thought amusedly as she checked herself out. Finally able to walk normally, she strode back to the dresser and opened the top drawer, revealing pair after pair of what the casual observer might think were novelty wax lips. She held a few pairs out in front of her face as she turned back towards the mirror, shaking her head and tossing them back in the drawer one by one. Julia Roberts mouth? Nah. Silicone duck lips? Sooo out. Finally, she settled on a pair that was thick and full but not gaudily so, with dark red lipstick already applied. She pressed them against her face, felt the satisfying sensation of her throat opening up and her teeth and tongue existing once again, and smiled. "You look hot, girl," she said to the mirror, happy to be able to speak again.
Still one-armed, bald, and sexless, though, Rebecca had work to do. "It's no damn wonder I don't do it all every day," she muttered to herself. As much as she loved the feeling of being disassembled, it just took too long, which is why on a regular day she might simply take off her legs for comfort and her eyes to keep the morning sun from waking her up. There was something refreshing about starting from scratch, though.
"Let's see, arms, arms..." she said, going back through the closet, where she had several pairs hung up, the fingers of each one grasping the crossbar of the hangers. She stopped and contemplated a pair she'd picked from her magic catalogue almost a year ago, but always felt she was too pudgy to "pull off" the look. Still wrapped in plastic, they were thin but beautifully toned, with nicely defined shoulders and triceps. She looked down at her midsection, and for the first time in a few years, saw the faintest hint of a six-pack. "I guess I deserve this," she said, smiling proudly, and uncurled the fingers of the left arm off the hanger. Holding it in her other arm, she used her teeth to tear off the plastic, and then giddily slipped the left arm into place. She used that arm in turn to remove the old right one and replace it. She couldn't help but run her hands up in a sort of self-embrace, feeling her sexy new limbs.
Standing on tiptoe, Rebecca reached up to pull down a bin off the top shelf. She brought it over to the bed and dumped out its contents, a mass of breasts of every shape and size, which bounced and quivered like a pile of water balloons. She pondered for a moment, and finally decided a pair of perky C-cups would satisfy her date tonight without distracting him too much. She placed the nippleless breasts against her chest, standing at the mirror cupping one in each hand as they attached themselves, and nodded approvingly. A brief moment of panic ensued when she couldn't find her favorite pair of little pink nipples, but she finally found them nestled among a bunch of bracelets in her jewelry box. They stiffened instantly as she centered and stuck them to her tits, and she couldn't help but give them a playful little pinch. The lack of response from her nether regions reminded her that her pussy was still in the other room, where she decided to leave it for now. That one feels a little tired, she thought, maybe I should give this guy a real thrill. Far in the back of one drawer was a sealed box, which she opened to reveal a pristine pair of soft, hairless labia, pressed tightly together. "Virgin pussy," she remarked, pulling the lips out and staring at them. "A true rarity these days." She giggled and gave them a little kiss before applying them below, fidgeting with them a bit and finding it hard even to insert her finger between them. "I won't even ruin you with my vibrator, I promise," she joked, looking down and talking to her crotch. "I'll save you for the right guy."
A trip deeper into the walk-in closet revealed a wall of mannequin heads, each with a different hair color and style--short, long, wavy, curly, even a buzz cut and an afro that she had ordered on a whim and wore sometimes when she was feeling crazy. She picked out a long flowing mane of red hair that matched today's green eyes best, and placed it on her head. Rebecca closed her eyes and moaned softly as she enjoyed one of her favorite sensations, an overwhelming tingling as each follicle of the "wig" embedded itself in her scalp. She took a last look at herself in the mirror before getting dressed, fluffing out her hair and looking at the familiar yet strange reflection from all angles. There was something slightly wrong, something that Rebecca couldn't quite put her finger on...
"Duh," she exclaimed, smacking her forehead as it came to her. She opened another tiny drawer of her jewelry box, which overflowed with little tufts of hair. She untangled them until she found two that matched the hair on her head, then slapped the eyebrows into place and felt them knit into her skin.
Finally satisfied, she smiled at the bombshell that looked back at her from the mirror. "Damn, Becky...you outdid yourself today."
In contrast to the ordeal she'd just gone through, dressing was easy. She slipped on panties and found the right size bra, a short but tasteful skirt that showed off most of her long legs, and a tight white blouse. Glancing at the clock, she realized he had only a few minutes to catch breakfast and show off today's version of herself at the little outdoor café down the street. As she simultaneously tried to grab her purse and slip into a pair of heels, her phone rang.
"Hello? Oh, Nick, hi! Yeah, we're still on for tonight, I can't wait to meet you," Rebecca giggled sexily, juggling her phone and keys as she slipped out the front door. "No, it's not a bad time, I'm just leaving the house now. You know how it is with us girls, takes so long to get ourselves together in the morning, put our face on, that kind of thing." She happily strutted out down the sidewalk, waving to her neighbor, who was looking back and forth between her and the house with a bewildered look...