I’m on my way, no selfie.

“Don’t send anything,” she replies, “I’m already on my way out, and it’ll ruin the surprise!” You begrudgingly put down the phone, and prepare for Sheema’s arrival. You get dressed, putting on the white lace bra and panties you haven’t worn since you got them, and over top, you select an old t-shirt that’s been cut off well above the limit of decency and with some difficulty, you manage to fit all four arms through two arm holes. You also put on some black leggings. You wait about ten minutes before you hear a knock at your door. You fling it open and there, slightly out of breath, is Sheema, wearing a revealing v-neck, and daisy dukes to match. As she meets your gaze, she throws herself into your arms, pressing her massive chest against yours. “It’s so good to see you again!”she exclaims. She then notices your new arms, and promptly falls to the ground, unconscious.

***

She regains consciousness on your California king size bed. She inhaled sharply, and sits bolt upright, her platinum-blonde hair swishing around her face. She looks around the room, to find you sitting at the foot of the bed, staring into space. “Are they...real?”she suddenly asks, “never mind, of course they’re real.” A few minutes later, she’s sipping tea in your kitchen, feeling your new arm and hand. She seems entranced, and you catch her eyes. “I am literally wet with jealousy,”she says, “how did this even happen?”

“I just woke up with them.” You respond. You sip some tea, and out of the corner of your eye, you see a glint in her eye which troubles you, as you’ve only seen that glint one other time. That one other time was when you got her a dildo as a prank gift, which she took to the bathroom. You look back at her, and she smiles her big, perfectly aligned smile. “What do you want to do, next?” She asks, sensually.