Our Hook Adventure
We got a call from Bill to let us know our hooks would be ready on
Friday. We were quite excited. Bill told us to wear a long sleeve top
with the longest sleeves we had since the length of our arms wearing our
hooks would be a bit longer than normal. We did as he suggested. Right
after work we met up and took the bus to Bill's shop. We both a bit
nervous, but certainly excited.
"You girls ready to try out your new toys?" Bill asked.
"You bet," Jean said.
Bill led us to a table where he had placed the two pairs of hooks he
made for us. We couldn't believe these would be ours to wear whenever we
wanted. They looked heavy. Bill held up one pair by the metal ring that
would be located between our shoulders that anchored the four straps,
two for the triceps cuffs and two for the control cables that ran down
to the terminal devices.
"Gee this is pretty heavy," I said.
"Yes they are, but you will get used to them," Bill replied. "Who
wants to try her hooks on first?"
I volunteered. I was pretty embarrassed when Bill told me to take off
my sweater. There I was in just my bra. I had the feeling that Bill was
a little turned on when he took a good look at my Victoria's Secret
underwire bra. Lots of my breasts were visible since this style was not
"Some girls like to wear a thin sleeveless top or tee over their bras so the
straps of their prosthesis don't rub against their skin. If you get a
thin one it can be worn under almost any top," Bill said. "Of course
many girls just wear their hooks over whatever they have on if they
don't care if people see their sockets. I don't advise that for you
Bill was talking about girls wearing their hooks, just like the girl
in the documentary. It came to me that I would be a girl wearing her
hooks in a few minutes. I kept wondering what it would be like to get up
every day and put my hooks on. Bill sort of made it sound like a girl
wearing hooks was commonplace.
Next, Bill got a pair of white long stump socks. He had me curl up my
hand and insert it into the sock. He helped me pull it all the way up to
my armpit. We did the same for my other arm. I was happy that I
remembered to remove my watch and bracelet. The moment had come. I was
about to slip my arms into a pair of real prosthetic hooks. I would know
pretty soon what it felt like to have hooks for hands.
"Okay Kate, insert your right hand into the socket. I will push the
socket up. It will feel tight, but you will get used to having your hand
curled up. After a few hours you won't really be aware you have a hand.
It will start to feel more like a stump."
It was a bit tight as my curled up hand bottomed out in the socket.
Bill slipped the harness over my right shoulder and guided my left
curled up hand
into the left socket and I pushed it all the way in. Now the harness was
over my shoulders.
"You put your hooks on just like a coat," Bill explained. "Okay, let
your arms hang down at your sides. I am going to adjust the straps
attached to your triceps cuffs," Bill said.
The triceps cuffs were plastic and went partially around the back of
my upper arms. The cables were attached to the cuffs with a special
small metal bar and leather strap. The main straps came around the front
in a Y pattern and attached to the sides of the cuff.
"Now I am going to tighten the straps on your control cables. They
need to be fully tightened when your arm is at your side. Any movement
of your upper arm and shoulder in the forward direction will pull on the
cable to open your hook. Do you get the idea Kate?" Bill asked.
"I think so," I replied.
"Okay, now I want you to hold your right hook out in front of you and
shrug your shoulder and arm forward until you feel the tension on the
cable opening the hook. See if you can open it all the way," Bill
I did this and was amazed when I saw my right hook opening. It was
then I realized I was really turned on. I had no idea why, but I liked
it. Bill repeated this with my left hook. Finally I opened both
hooks at the same time.
"Can you help me get back into my sweater?" I asked Jean.
"Not yet," Bill requested. "I want to make some final adjustments of
your straps after you practice a little. Jean's next."
I watched as Bill helped Jean out of her sweater revealing an equally
sexy black bra and full breasts. Watching Jean get into her hooks turned
me on even more. I looked down at my new hooks. I no longer had hands,
just two neat metal split hooks.
Bill had us do some simple things with our hooks. He had us pick up
some objects he had lying around. We go the knack of it pretty quickly.
He had us articulate our wrist units by pressing the small buttons on
the wrists. There were two positions we could tilt our hooks to. I could
see how this would make some things easier. If I pushed the button and
held my hook in the right position it would flip back to the normal. A
final exercise was learning to rotate our hooks. They could be rotated
in the wrist units in either direction. With the proper rotation and
tilt we could get our hooks in almost any position we might need.
Bill made some last minute adjustments to our straps and helped us
into our tops. We too a look at ourselves in one of the large mirrors
mounted on the wall. Wow! I looked just like a real arm amputee with her
hooks. My two hooks extended below the sleeves of my sweater. The
thought that people would see me like this was turning me on even more.
I knew people would be thinking how awful it must be to have no hands
and only two hooks.
"You two look really sexy with those hooks. I have the feeling you
two are hooked on hooks," Bill said laughing. "Do you want to take them
off now or wear them home?"
Even though we had practically no experience using our hooks we
decided it would be fun to wear them home. We would be taking the bus
across town. Bill suggested that we get our money ready and place it in
our purses so we could easily reach it. We did that and Bill helped us
get our shoulder bags over our heads. He knew we would have trouble with
them if they were just over the shoulder and not over our heads across
the opposite shoulder. Bill told us to come back in a day or two to have
the straps and cables adjusted after we practiced a little.
"Right now you each have three rubber bands on each hook. If you feel
you need more gripping power we can add one or two when you come in,"
We left the shop and walked to the bus stop. Our new hooks were
showing below the sleeves of our sweaters and we knew that people stared
as we walked by.
"Boy am I nervous," Jean said.
"Yeah, me too, but I am really turned on. Having hooks is so neat," I
At the bus stop we got the two dollars out of our
purses and held the bills with our hooks ready for the bus. It came a
few minutes later. We handed our fares to the driver. It was kind of
neat to do this with hooks. We sat down and placed our hooks in our
“Are you still nervous?” Jean asked.
“That’s an understatement. We can’t take these things off you know. We
are stuck wearing them till we get home.” We looked down at our new
hooks and tried to relax for the 20 minute ride.
After we got off the bus we walked the short distance to our
apartment. We didn’t anticipate the challenges that awaited us. We had not
considered how we would get into our apartment. We had never handled a
key with hooks. We had barely any experience. It took us a few minutes
to root around in our purses until one of us got her key. Now to unlock
the door. That wasn’t the hard part. Turning the knob was impossible.
Our hooks kept slipping. We couldn’t turn the knob. Eventually we tried
grasping the knob with one hook and clamping our other hook over the
first to add more pressure so the hook wouldn’t slip. We finally got it
and went inside with a sigh of relief.
“We did it,” Jean exclaimed.
“Yeah, us hook girls did it,” I said.
Eventually we changed the doorknob to one that had a lever instead of
a round knob. We could then open it with no problem. Over the next
several months we would adapt our apartment to make everything easier with
“You want to take our hooks off now?” I asked Jean.
“No way. I want to feel what it’s like to encounter more challenges,”
We did find all sorts of challenges. Our first one was going to the
bathroom. We had never tried to get panties down with hooks. Fortunately
we were wearing skirts and so we didn’t have buttons to contend with. We
struggled until Jean suggested we tilt our hooks. I pushed the little
button at the wrist unit and let my hook drop to the greatest angle. I
did the same with my other hook. Now it was easer to get my panties down
and up again. I pushed the buttons to return my hooks to the
Getting something to eat was hard. We could not open a bottle of
Coke. The cap kept slipping until we remembered we had a special piece
of rubber material design to open lids on jars that were tight. Jean
held the bottle while I managed to get the cap off. We tried picking up
a glass and that didn’t work. We found some paper cups and could hold
them by the rim. That worked.
Food was a problem as well. Both of us fumbled around until we
finally made two sandwiches. God it was so hard with hooks. We
remembered the girl in the documentary and now knew what it must have
been like for her. Eating the sandwich was messy. It kept falling apart
when we tried to grasp it with our hooks.
“We need to learn to use a knife and fork,” I said.
“Tomorrow. I am exhausted, Jean said.
We managed to use the TV remote and just vegged out for the rest of
the evening staring at our hooks.
“So what do you think?” I asked.
“I think I want to learn to be expert with these things. It is a
challenge,” Jean said.
“Do you think it is kind of fun?”
“Actually, yes. I think it will be really fun if we can go out and do
things with our hooks,” I replied thinking about what I had just said.
“I don’t know about you but I really got turned on riding the bus with
“So are we going to get jobs wearing hooks?” Jean asked laughing. Of
course this was the furthest thing from our minds at that moment.
“So how much time do you want to spend playing around with our hooks
“I guess we can determine that as we go along. As long as we have fun
we can play around. We have to learn how to do things. Maybe the
internet can help,” Jean said.
Finally we decided to go to bed and had to remove our hooks. That
proved to be a challenge since we had on long sleeves. Neither of us
could get our sweater off. Without the feel of touch we couldn’t use our
hooks if our vision was blocked. Also because we couldn’t open or close
our hooks when our arms were in some positions it was a real struggle.
We knew there must be a way, but we resorted to helping each other which
worked quite well.
What will the girls do next?