The text came in
"OMG, YES. I lost my legs yesterday, r u for real?! Please text me a pic of my tattoo if you are!"
You were tempted to discard this text as another weirdo creep asking for pics but decided to snap a pic of your female feet with the tattoo of a rose on it. You sent it and felt a quick buzz.
The brunette had texted you a selfie - she had some crazy raccoon eye from mascara, crying, and not washing it off - and a facebook pic where you could verify that it was her and her tattooed feet in a bikini pic.
"Please, tell me where u live! I really want my legs back!" She texted.
You arrange a meeting in a half hour and sigh. Well, you'd better enjoy the female orgasm while you could. You sit back in the living room and work yourself up again. You didn't notice the time before you hear the doorbell.
"Shit, I thought I'd be able to change back before she got here." You mutter.
You walk to the door and open it to reveal the brunette, well half of her, waving up.
"Hey, sorry I'm wearing your legs, I just had to try them on..." You say, sheepishly, "You know, before I never get to try someone else's parts again."