Beach Game

 Beach Game



Fed up. That sums it up, the way I felt about my job. After a period of extreme
stress and pressure to make deadlines, the project I had been working on was
finally finished. The next day I went to my boss and demanded a holiday. To my
surprise -- at least at that particular moment -- he agreed. In hindsight, I
realise that he had been under as much pressure as I had been, and that he had
needed to take a break as badly as I.



That had been on a Thursday. The following Friday I found myself on the beach
early in the morning, looking for a nice spot to lay my body down and soak in
some sunrays. I had prepared myself for a very, very lazy day.



I walked along the waterline scanning the beach for "my spot". Although it was
still quite early the beach had begun filling with people in holiday mood. It was
one of those summers that had the kind of weather that caused people to want to
do absolutely nothing.



I had equipped myself with the bare minimum of stuff; large towel, the flimsiest
bikini I had, coolbox with a couple of cans of coke, bottle of sunbathing oil and
a book. I was planning on going nowhere for a considerable number of hours.



Suddenly I spotted a familiar face about thirty yards away. It was Julie, the
girl that had worked for the same company that I worked for. She had left us
about four months before. She was very bright, very nice, and gave no reason for
her resignation. She just left.



I turned and started walking towards her. After about five steps I stopped cold.
Something was wrong. Was this really Julie? The face definitely was right, but
the girl I was approaching couldn't possibly be her, because she had no legs! She
was sitting upright on the sand, or rather on a towel, reading a book or
something. Another towel was draped over her legs, which seemed to end at the
knees; the towel fell flat below the knees.



I stood there for ... oh, well over two minutes, I think. Was this really Julie?
Had her unexpected resignation had something to do with the state she was in now?
What the hell had happened!? Well, only one way to find out! I started walking
towards her again.



The book she was reading must have been very interesting, because she didn't
notice me approaching until was a only two yards away. Coming closer I got a
better view on the towel that was draped over Julie's legs. They definitely ended
at the knees.



"Julie?"



She looked up, startled. It took only a second for her to recognize me. "Laura!"
she exclaimed, genuinely surprised to see me. And she added: "Oh, my God!" She
then looked down at her legs and added: "Oh, my God!", but this one came as if
she had been caught at something forbidden. Before I could inquire about the
legs, she nervously said:



"Laura, please sit down right here and let me explain."



She blushed like I have never seen anyone blush. It would seem that I had indeed caught her at something.



*****



What Julie told me next was the most amazing thing I had ever heard so far in my life. Julie, it seemed, was a pretender. She pretended to have undergone some
form of amputation. What she did was as follows: she normally went to the beach
very early, before most other people. She would dig a hole in the sand and hide
one or more limbs there. She covered the hole with a towel in which she had cut
holes to put the "missing limb" through. She had several different towels to
cater for different "amputations". The day I had caught her she had hidden her
lower legs in a hole in the sand and draped another towel over them, giving a
very believable impression of a woman who had both legs amputated at the knees.
On other occasions she had dug her legs in completely up to her hips, had laid
herself down on her stomach and had draped a towel over her bottom. She told me
that had been a convincing imitation of a completely legless woman. On another
occasion she had effectively hidden an arm. Her boldest achievement was when she
had hidden both legs and an arm.



Of course, I asked the obvious question: "Why? WHY!?"



"Laura, ever since I was a little girl I had these visions of being an amputee. I
was always wondering what it would be like to miss an arm or a leg, or even more.
Then, about a year or so ago, I stumbled upon some information about others like
me. It turned out that there are a lot who feel the same way. And what's more,
there are innumerable guys out there who are attracted to amputees. So, I devised
a little private game, just to test what reactions I would get when I pretended
to be an amputee here on the beach. And you'd be absolutely amazed at the
interest I seem to generate in many members of the opposite sexe."



"So, it's all just a game, is it?" I asked.



"Actually, no. Right now it is, yes. But I feel -- no, I am certain -- that
someday I will fulfill my wish, somehow."



I was lost for words. How could anybody in her right mind actually WANT to be
missing a limb, actually WANT to be disabled? I could not possibly imagine that.
Before I could react, Julie went on.



"Laura, I don't expect you to understand my feelings, but they are real and they
are part of me. Could you please accept them for now, and allow me to further
make my point?"



"What do you mean?"



She glanced around. "It's still early and I suppose nobody has really noticed you
yet. Now, please don't argue about what I have just told you, at least not yet.
Just lie down beside me and observe what happens. Besides, we do have a lot of
other things to talk about, so please, join me for today.."



Without a further thought I said: "OK".



*****



We talked a little about the company that she had left four months earlier and
that I had been trying to forget, at least for a couple of days. Then, after
about an hour or so, she directed my attention to a young man who had settled
down some twenty yards from where we were.



"Watch him, Laura. He has been sitting there, staring at my legs for over 10
minutes now. He's desperately trying to avoid being noticed by us, but he's not
doing a very good job."



I noticed a dark haired guys sitting where Julie had directed my attention. Quite
good looking. He looked away when I looked in his direction, but there was this
slight delay in his movement that makes one sure that the person in question had
been watching you. You know what I mean.



I asked Julie: "Why is he watching you, Julie?"



The answer amazed me.



"He's probably fascinated by my amputations. He doesn't know I'm faking them. He
thinks I'm a genuine amputee, and he is fascinated, perhaps even attracted by it.
It's likely that he is what is called a 'devotee'."



Julie went on to explain that many men, far more than is generally known or
admitted, are attracted to amputees. She explained further about her contacts
with such guys over the Internet. Many so called 'wannabees' were on the net as
well. I remember my reaction to that.



"Hmm, must find Internet access myself!" I now know that I meant that.



Anyway, as if to press Julie's point home, the guy stood up and casually walked
in our general direction. When he was within 3 yards he pretended to drop
something and managed to make eye contact with Julie. He managed a "Oh, hi!" and
before I knew it he was in a conversation with us. Well, with Julie, actually. If
I had dissolved into thin air at that moment, he wouldn't have minded one little
bit. I thought Julie had found a very fascinating new beach game. I decided to
try it myself some time.



After about fifteen minutes, and after Julie had made it clear that she wasn't
interested, the guy left, making a poor job of hiding his erection.



"Well, isn't this a nice game, Laura?" Julie asked. "Almost always works."



"Yeah...."



*****



Julie and I agreed to meet the next morning on the same spot. We also agreed to
be there very early, before the beach would get crowded. She was going to
introduce me to her game as a fellow player. She told me to bring a couple of
towels that I wasn't going to use anymore, as well as a pair of scissors.



What amazed me was the fact that I definitely felt excited.



The next morning we settled down in the same spot on the beach as the day before.
Julie cut to holes in one of my towel and dug a whole deep enough for my lower
legs. Lying down on my back, I stuck my feet and lower legs through the holes in
the towel. Julie put as much sand back in the hole as possible, arranged the
towel over it and then draped another towel over my legs. I sat up and looked
down. I now looked like a bilateral leg amputee. It looked very convincing.



"I'll be right back," Julie said after the 'operation'. "I have to get something
from my car." She walked away.



I light panic came over me and I was starting to say: "Hey, don't leave me here
like this!" But instead, realizing that not a lot could happen to me, I changed
that into: "Hey, don't... don't take too long, will you?"



"Don't worry," Julie called over her shoulder, "it'll only take a couple of
minutes."



I looked around. Already people started to fill the beach. Then my heart skipped
a beat. About thirty yards from our strategic position a couple started to settle
down. The woman half of the couple was on crutches; her left leg was missing
completely, not even a stump could be seen! The bottom half of her bikini was
neatly sewn shut on the left side. Good grief, I thought. Suppose they see me and
decide to strike up conversation! The woman and I did have something in common,
or so it would seem to them! But at the same moment my feeling of panic subsided,
to be replaced by a feeling of excitement.



They didn't notice me, at least at that moment, and I turned my head to see if
Julie was on her way back. And she was. With a wheelchair! She was pushing an
empty wheelchair which she parked next to where I was. "This will make it look
all the more convincing, don't you think? We're two friends, one of them has lost
her legs, the other has helped her get on to the beach, pushing the wheelchair."
I was now beginning to think that it was far more than just a game to Julie. She
was taking this very seriously.



We stayed put for about two hours. From behind my sunglasses I could see people
staring at me. I felt thrilled, especially when one particular man passed us no
less than five times, each time apparently finding something of interest in our
general direction. I couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but I was sure
he was watching me every time.



"He's one of them," Julie whispered. "He's a devotee, if I ever saw one."



"Yeah," I answered. "You know, Julie, I'm starting to like this little game of
yours."



"Feels good, huh?"



*****



We had almost forgotten about the young couple with the one-legged female part,
when they decided to get up and leave, probably to go have lunch or something.
What I feared happened; they moved towards us and when they were close enough the
young woman said "Hi!"



That startled me, and not a little bit. As I had been lying flat on my back when
the couple had approached, it was easy enough to pretend that they had woken me
from a slumber. The girl aoplogized.



"Oh, I'm sorry, I must have startled you awake. I didn't realize you were asleep.
But I thought, well, since we seem to have something in common, I uhhh.... you
know...."



She seemed genuinely sorry. But I had absolutely no idea what to reply. I mean,
it was all too easy to see through our little pretence, wouldn't it?



Julie came to the rescue by speaking first, and with a heavy accent.



"We are sorry. We don't speak English well. Ah...refugees."



My God, what other surprises could Julie pull from her hat!?



"Oh! OK, sorry to have bothered you," the girl said, and she crutched away,
followed by her husband or boy-friend, but not after he had taken another long
look at my legs.



When they were well away, I let out a "phew!"



"Listen, Julie, I think I've had enough for now. Let's get out of here. Let's go
to my appartment and have lunch there. And after that, let's talk. By God, we do
have to talk!"



*****



And talk we did! Or rather, Julie did most of it. And she showed me everything
she had on the subject, including lots of stuff that she had downloaded from the
Internet. To my amazement this included a great number of pictures of amputees!
Furthermore, Julie explained to me that she had a new goal in life; to become an
amputee herself. She had no idea yet how to achieve this -- an accident was out
of the question because of the danger, and it seemed impossible to find a doctor
who would perform such an operation -- but achieve it she would, or so she
assured me.



What I find most amazing about that afternoon is that I got more and more excited
about Julie's ideas. The whole idea sent tingles to, well, you know where....



*****



We didn't see each other during the next five weeks. I had taken copies of some
of Julie's stuff and studied it thoroughly. Especially some of the fiction turned
out to be very interesting indeed.



Meanwhile, I got back to work and was assigned to a new project that started to
consume more and more of my time. The amputee stuff drifted to the back of my
mind. It was brought to the forefront by a telephone call one Sunday afternoon. I
was in my lazy chair on my balcony, reading, when my portable phone beeped. It
was Julie.



"Laura? Hi, this is Julie. Listen, I'm calling from the hospital. You won't
believe what happened to me!"



Oh yes, I would. I immediately knew what must have happened to Julie!



Julie went on: "Could you come and visit me tonight, please?"



"Yes, sure!" I replied. "Julie, what happened?" I suddenly didn't feel good about
the whole thing.



"Laura, let's not talk now, please. Come to see me tonight. Please!"



"OK, OK." She gave me the details of where she was exactly.



My lazy afternoon was over. I could not regain the calm to spend the rest of the
afternoon as I had originally planned. I kept pacing around in my appartment. I
prepared a meal, but then lost my appetite when I had it ready. Finally, it was
time to change and go to the hospital.



I found Julie. She looked pale, but then, who wouldn't after the type of surgery
she had undergone. As she expressed it, the best thing imaginable had happened to
her; she had been run over by a truck, a big one, leaving her legs such a tangled
mess of torn flesh and crushed bones that they could not possibly be saved. She
had clung to life for a couple of days, but was now recovering remarkably well,
or so her doctors had told her.



It goes without saying that Julie was the happiest gril you can imagine, having
achieved her life's goal, and living to tell about it. She told me she was
looking forward to going back to our spot on the beach, no longer needing a towel
to disguise legs that were not really missing. Because hers were really missing,
almost completely.



And do you know what is most amazing, both funny and scary at the same time? It's
that I am jealous! More and more often I catch myself contemplating ways to
achieve what Julie has achieved. In fact, to be honest, I think I have set myself
a new goal in life....

Beach game part. 2

Some time ago I told you about my former colleague -- and now very good
friend -- Julie and her beach games, and how, after some time she had her
wish fulfilled to become an amputee.

A couple of weeks after her accident Julie was to be released from hospital.
But as she was living alone, having no family, her return home was going to
present a lot of problems for her. She would need help. She did not admit it
at first, but living on your own, without legs, was not going to be easy.

By this time we had grown extremely fond of each other. It would go to far
to say that we had become lovers, but the relationship was as close to this
as can be. And so it was only natural that we decided to live together. It
would give us both the chance to be together permanently, and furthermore,
it would give me the opportunity to be close to an amputee....

So I arranged it that Julie came to live with me. My apartment was far bigger
than hers, but more importantly, everything in my apartment was on the
same level, which made the use of a wheelchair much easier.

Julie turned out to be the perfect room mate and soon after her arrival we
were indeed more than extremely good friend and we found each other in bed
with each other....

On more than one occasion I felt jealous. Julie s new state was ever so
exciting to me and every once in a while I used her wheelchair to play with. I
would wheel around the apartment while Julie would  walk  around on her
hands. Usually we ended our games in bed....

Then one day an idea struck. I asked Julie how she felt about it and she was
immediately enthousiastic. And so I ended up with both my arms tied up
tightly together behind my back. Luckily I m quite flexible and this enabled
Julie to tie my elbows together behind my back, with my hand between my
shoulder blades, wrists also tied together. She further immobilised my hand
and fingers with ample amounts of tape. To enhance things further I was put
in a corset, one of these old-fashioned afairs that can be tightened with
laces. Well, Julie made a very good job of it, and after dressing properly I
became a very convincing double arm amputee.

At first it was rather uncomfortable, and I could only stand it for fifteen
minutes at most. But as always, practice makes perfect, and after some
weeks I got to a stage where I could go  amputated  for hours on end.

You may wonder what was so exiting about being unable to use my arms.
It s hard to explain... the sense of helplessness, the restraint. And it wasn t
as difficult as you might think. There was always Julie to help me. In fact,
being without arms is by far more disabling than being without legs.

We never took our game outside. No matter how well Julie tied me up, the
fact that I still had arms could not be hidden. It looked convincing enough
from the front, but when you looked at me from the side you would notice
my peculiarly formed back... my arms, in fact. Only a wide cape concealed
them well enough, but it was the kind of garment that nobody wears
anymore.

The practice of being armless not only involved becoming more flexible at the
shoulders to be able to stay tied up for long periods of time, but also the
manipulation of objects with my feet. Manipulation is actually the wrong
word, but I don t think there is such a word as pedipulation. Anyway, I got
quite good at it, and after some weeks I was able to feed myself, pour drinks,
stuff like that. But there was no denying that I still needed Julie s help,
especially for dressing and make-up. Even scratching your nose is nearly
impossible! There was no doubt in my mind whatsoever that this game of
mine would stay a game. The knowledge that I could ask Julie to release me,
to make my arms available again, was always at the back of my mind. A very
reassuring thought. No way I would want to lose my arms like Julie had
wanted to lose her legs, no matter how exciting the game was!

One day we decided to go to the beach again. I felt like playing one of our old
games, hiding a limb (or two) in holes that we dug out in the sand. Julie no
longer needed to play, of course; she was for real now.

We found our regular spot very early in the morning. We needed to be early
to do our preparations. We had decided that we would dig holes to put my
arms in. So imagine, lying down on a bench, letting your arms hang
backward towards the floor. But instead of on a bench I was on sand and
instead of my arms hanging down the sides of a bench, they were hidden in
holes that we dug on both side of my towel. By cleverly arranging a T-shirt
with specially cut arm holes at the back, this resulted in a very convincing
simulation of an armless young lady. Me. The short sleeves of the modified
T-shirt hanging empty from my shoulders.

After installing me like this, Julie took some pictures. We would study these
in order to find thing to further improve the simulation, if required.

After only a few minutes I got bored. It s one thing to be armless like I tried
out at home, being able to freely move around, but lying on your back unable
to move is actually quite boring. It seemed exciting when I first tried it at
Julie s request a couple of months ago, but now, no, it was actually boring.

I was about to tell Julie about this when I noticed a strange feeling in my
fingers. Not exactly a burning sensation, more like tickling. At first I thought I
had a problem with my blood circulation, but then quickly decided it was
different from the tingling that normally goes with that. This was something
else. Then I noticed that the sensation crept up to my hands and lower arms.

 Julie!

 Yes?

 I feel strange. I m bored with this games. It isn t as much fun as it used to
be. I m much hapier with the games we play at home , I said.

 So?  was Julie s reply.  You want me to dig you out?

 Yes, please. My arms feel very strange. It tickles. The sand tickles. And I
can t move my arms. I mean, I can t even flex my muscles.

I must have started to sound a little panicky, because Julie got a bit of an
alarmed look on her face.

 OK. OK,  she said.  Hang on, I ll get you out.

She crawled towards me and started digging at my right shoulder. I could feel
her hands touch my shoulder while she scooped away the first couple of
handfuls of sand. Then she stopped.

 Oh, my god!  Julie sounded genuinely horrified.  Oh, no! Oh, my GOD!!

 Julie, what is it!

 It s your arm. It s.... it s not there! It s gone!

Now I was really in panic.  What do you mean, it s gone!? Julie, what re you
getting at? Is this some kind of sick joke!?

 Calm down, stay down. Let s not panic. I ll check your other arm.

She crawled over to my left side and started digging. Again, after a couple of
scoops, she stopped.

I turned my head, only to find a very, very concerned look on Julie s face.
She remained silent. Then I noticed the most horrible sensation I had ever
had. I could move my shoulders. I shouldn t have been able to with my arms
anchored in the sand, but I could still move them. This was too much, and in
panic I sat up straight. That was when the bomb shell hit me full blast. I
actually sat up. I stared at my left shoulder, a smooth rounded stump of only
four inches or so moved randomly. I stared at my right shoulder, only to find
the same there, a smoothly rounded stump. I passed out.