With her right hand Bec grabs her left arm, tugs on it and it just pops off.
With big eyes you look at her holding her detached arm.
She then hands it to you.
Hesitantly you take her arm, not sure what to think of it.
It feels warm, like a normal arm should feel, but you notice it's numb.
"You can't control it?" you ask.
"No, not the way I detached it now," she replied, "but I can detach it with conservation of feeling and control, though. But I usually don't do that when handing my parts to others."
"Why not?" you ask.
"Risk of getting hurt."
"I would never hurt you, Bec, you know that," you tell her.
She chuckles, "I know, but you wouldn't be the first one to hurt a detached part of me by accident."
"So," you wonder, "for how long can it stay detached without fresh blood supply?"
"Forever," Bec tells you and sits herself down on the couch again, "that's part of the magic."
"Wow," you say, playing with her detached arm and hand.
She lets you play with it for a bit and then takes her arm back.
"I'll need a little help reattaching it, though," she said, holding her detached arm close to her shoulder.
You understand what she means, seeing the empty sleeve of her T-shirt hanging down.
You grab the sleeve and open it for her to let her reattached her arm, but it doesn't work well... fabric keeps blocking proper reattachment.
"Help me take this off," she says and puts her detached arm down on her lap. She grabs the bottom side of her T-shirt and starts pulling it up.
You help her pull the T-shirt over her head, exposing her white bra.
Of course you look at her boobs when the T-shirt is covering her face. She can't see what you're looking at.
She's got nice firm boobs, probably a C or D cup.
Then you notice there's a difference in complexion between her boobs and her chest. Like tan lines, but the inverse. Her boobs are slightly more tanned then her chest.
When Bec pulls her T-shirt fully off, she notices you looking at her boobs.
"You wonder about the tan?" she asks and giggles.
"Yeah, well, ehh.." you say, "are those... are those yours?
Bec chuckles, "They are now."
You look at her with a questioning expression.
"Remember Miranda?" Bec asks.
"Yeah," you say. Miranda was one of Bec's friends in high school. An average girl, not ugly, but not a super hotty either. You do remember she had a slighly darker complexion and bigger boobs than Bec.
"These used to be hers," Bec says and she grabs her right boob after throwing her T-shirt on an empty chair, "but now they're mine."
"Wow, that's so cool!" you say in excitement. All kinds of thoughts go through your head. Did the girls trade boobs? Did Bec steal them? If so, where are Bec's original boobs now?
Bec picks up her detached arm, pushes it against her left shoulder and it reattaches.
You put your hand on her shoulder and feel the area where her arm reattached, confirming there's no trace of her arm having been detached. She just smiles at you while you explore that area.
"So," she then says, "now let's take off something of yours."
"What?" you ask surprised, but then realize she's planning to use this magic on you for real. You're a bit scared, but excited at the same time. "Ehh... okay," you say hesitantly, wondering what she's gonna pull off.
She beams at you with a smirk on her face.
Then she reaches for ...
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