Our Hook Adventure
After Lisa dropped us off from our mall adventure we
decided to review our latest hook adventure with Lisa. Neither one of us
had any desire to remove our hooks. We would stay in them until we went
to bed. We each got a glass of wine and sat down.
"I think Lisa did really well considering how
handicapped she is with her braces," Jean said.
"Yes, with the hip locks she has to walk really slowly
and swing her legs," I replied. "I do love how she looks with her braces
showing below a short skirt. They make her look really sexy to me."
"Kind of like our hooks," Jean said as she looked down
at her two hooks. "I wonder how many devotee guys there are? I think I
have spotted a few looking at us," Jean said.
"Oh yeah. There are many more than you think. I caught
one guy looking at Lisa's braced legs. He was probably going to have an
orgasm right on the spot. I know these things can drive some guys nuts
too," I said raising my two hooks and opening and closing them for
"Well they certainly turn us on," Jean said laughing.
"I wish we could wear them full time," I would love to
go to work as an arm amputee," I said.
"I guess we could. The girl Bill mentioned does. Let's
see if we can meet up with her."
We called Bill and asked if he could get in touch with
Gwen and see if we could call her. He did and gave us her number. We
called the next night. Gwen was very anxious to meet us. We told her
that a friend who wore leg braces would be with us. We agreed to meet at
a local restaurant the following night after work. All three of us got
home and rushed to get ready. Jean and I put on our hooks and Lisa got
into her braces. She picked us up at 6:30 PM. We arrived at the
restaurant a little before 7:00 PM. We went in and looked for a girl
with two hooks. She was easy to spot sitting at a table. What amazed us
was that she was wearing a sleeveless white top, short red skirt and
matching pumps. It looked like she had on pantyhose. We wondered how she
managed that and how she could get them down to pee. We went up to
her and introduced ourselves. Jean and I each touched Gwen's
outstretched hook with ours.
"That's a hook shake I guess," Gwen said to break the
Gwen was a stunning beauty with short blonde hair,
full breasts and a narrow waist. As we were walking over we couldn't
help but notice that her pumps had really high heels, probably 4.5 to 5
inch. All this was insignificant as we noticed that something was very
different about her prosthesis. She had standard 5x hooks and
articulating wrists as we did, but as we worked up her forearm sockets
we couldn't help but see that she had an elbow joint. The forearm socket
was hollowed out near the elbow to allow it to bend up. She had no arm
stumps inside her forearm sockets. That was obvious. Gwen was a bilateral above the elbow
amputee, not a pretender unless she had some clever way of concealing
her arms. A look at her shoulders made it clear she really didn't have
"You look a little startled'" Gwen said.
"You don't have arms," Jean exclaimed.
"We thought you were a pretender like us," I said.
"I was, but now I have only very short stumps above
where my elbows would be," Gwen explained.
"Oh God we are so sorry," Lisa said entering the
"Oh don't be. I had my arms amputated voluntarily,"
"But why?" I asked.
"Well I was living and working full time using my
hooks and I just got so tired of having curled up hands inside my
sockets that I decided I would be much more comfortable as a real
amputee. I no longer used my hands anyway."
"But you are an above the elbow amputee," Jean said.
"Yes. That was the tough decision. I was so good at
being a double below the elbow amputee that I felt less and less excited
about having hooks. I wanted a greater challenge. Being a double above
the elbow amputee is far more difficult and debilitating. I actually
considered becoming a double shoulder disarticulate but then realized
that I would be unable to do so many things that above the elbow was the
best alternative. DSDs can barely do anything with their hooks. Having
shoulders is really important."
"Can you live alone being a DAE?" I asked.
"No. I need a little help for some things. Once I am
dressed and into my hooks I am pretty independent," Gwen explained.
"Do you regret actually having your arms amputated?"
"Not for a moment. It feels so wonderful to be this
way. When I get up and realize that all I have are these small arm
stumps I know I did the right thing. You can't imagine what it feels
like when I move my stumps around and there is no heavy arm dangling
down. Of course I can't use my stumps for anything. They are far too
short to use to grab anything. I am pretty helpless without my hooks
unless I use my feet which I do, but I am not really good at it. When I
put my hooks on I just feel so incredible."
"I would love to see your stumps sometime," Lisa said.
"Sure, just not in public," Gwen replied laughing.
"Do you have someone to help you?" Lisa asked.
"Oh yes. My roommate, who is also my lover takes care
of me. I can't bathe myself or dress in some things. She bathes me,
shaves my legs, plucks my eyebrows and does the things I can no longer
do," Gwen explained.
"does she like you being an amputee?" I asked.
"Oh yes. In fact she is an amputee. Both of her legs
were amputated at mid thigh. She is in a wheelchair," Gwen said.
"She does have prosthetics and can walk with crutches, but she likes her
"How awful," Jean said.
"She likes being that way just like I do without
The waitress came over to ask if we wanted drinks. We
all ordered glasses of wine.
"I am embarrassed to ask, but do you three need
straws?" she asked.
"No. We can't hold a regular glass, but we can hold
the stem of a wine glass using our hooks," Gwen replied. The waitress
handed us menus and left to get our drinks.
"Don't you feel a bit conspicuous in a sleeveless
top?" I asked Gwen.
"Gosh no. I like people to be able to see the extent
of my amputations and my prosthesis. Why don't you guys go sleeveless?"
"Well we worry about the extra length of our arms,"
"Don't be. You could be wrist disarticulates. They
have very long sockets. Believe me no one will notice. I wore short
sleeves or sleeveless tops almost all the time when I was a DBE
pretender," Gwen said.
"We should try," Jean said.
I have another question about clothing, How can you
manage in pantyhose? HOw can you get them down in the ladies room?" I
"Actually I am wearing stockings and a garter belt. Of
course my roommate Amy has to put them on for me. No way I can fasten
the garters even if I could get them on. My panties are over the garter
belt so I can use my hooks to pull them down just like you guys do,"
"How did you voluntarily have your arms amputated?
Bill didn;t mention this," I asked.
"He doesn't know yet. I found this doctor overseas who
does voluntary amputations. Very under the table. Eight months ago I
went there and had my amputations. We I returned home I said it was the
result of an accident and the local doctor referred me to his
prosthetist. Of course I couldn't say I already had one. He made my new
arms when my stumps healed. You can't imagine how incredible it was when
I first tried them on. It was so much harder with the elbow joints. Your
main cables only open and close your hooks. Mine raise and lower my arms
when my elbows are unlocked. When they are locked the cables work like
yours. I have an additional cable on each arm that lockas an unlocks the
elbows," Gwen said as she used one hook to point to the short cable on
her other arm.
"Wow, that must take a lot of work," Jean said.
"It becomes automatic after a while. Of course I don't
have anywhere near the dexterity that I had as a DBE. Everything is a
bit of a struggle, but that's what I like being like this."
After Gwen explained a few more things the waitress
came with our drinks. The three of us opened our hooks around the stem
of the wine glass to drink. It was obvious that Gwen had to work a bit
to get her arm into just the right position to lean over and get the
wine to her mouth. It was much easier for us and of course Lisa used her
hand normally. We ordered our meals.
"Tell us about going full time as a pretender," Jean
"Well it was easy. I just started wearing my hooks
every waking hour and went looking for a job. I landed a position at a
bank as a receptionist. I used a headset for the phone and I could use
the computer quite well with my hooks. Everyone accepted me as an arm
amputee. I loved being able to be in my hooks all the time," Gwen
"Amazing. Jean and I have been talking about that but
we really haven't worked up the nerve to try. We are using our hooks
full time other than at work. I think we are very proficient now. There
aren't too many things we can't do with our hooks," I said.
Our meals came and we all started to eat. Jean and I
were very good at eating with our hooks after so much practice. We
watched Gwen use her hooks and couldn;t help but notice how much harder
it was for her. Using a knife was really hard for her. We were
fascinated by how she did things without being able to rotate her
forearm like we could. Not having elbows really was difficult.
At one point we all went to the ladies room. It was
empty. Gwen took the opportunity to lift her skirt up and show us her
stockings and grater belt. Jean and I would have to cheat to get the
stockings on if we tried this since we did not have a person with hands
living with us. It would be neat if Lisa moved in with us and she could
help us. Maybe then we would never have to use our hands again.
We rinsed off our hooks and left the ladies room. Lisa
crutched along with us. Gwen looked so incredible in her sleeveless top,
short skirt and stiletto heels. Lots of eye were on the four of us as we
went back to the table.
We finished our meals and vowed to get together again.
Gwen wanted to have us over so we could meet Amy. She said the two of
them loved to cook and that we would have a really great meal. There
were so many questions we wanted to ask, but it was getting late. Gwen
chipped in for her share of the meal. We wathed as she got the money out
of her purse. Once again we realized how much more difficult things were
for her. Lisa assisted us and paid the bill. Later that night Jean and I
vowed to go sleeveless that weekend.
For the rest of the week we considered if we wanted to
try to get new jobs where we would be able to wear our hooks full time.
We pretty much convinced ourselves that we wanted to do just that.
Becoming actual amputees was an entirely different matter.
Saturday morning we got into our hooks and helped each
other into nice sleeveless tops.
"God Kate, everyone can see our entire prosthesis
except for the harness under our tops," Jean said.
"Yeah. I think we look really cool, but I like the way
Gwen looks even better. Her elbow joints are way cool."
That day at the mall we knew we got many more stares
than usual. It felt really different with everything exposed. I looked
at Jean's arms and took in her control cables running up her arms and
into the openings of her top at her armpits were I knew they continued
to the metal ring below her shoulders. I knew I looked identical. Good
thing we shaved our underarms since now they were visible if we raised
After a couple of hours we felt totally at ease being
sleeveless. I was convinced no one suspected anything. One of the tings
we did was to shop for stockings and garter belts. We both missed the
feel of pantyhose now and then. Somehow the thought of stockings and a
garter belt was a turn on since we knew guys liked the look, not that
they would see much. Maybe a stocking top and a garter would be revealed
if our skirts hiked up too much.
"God but I love being like this," Jean said.
"Yeah, we really need to go full time. I would love to
work wearing my hooks," I said.
"What about actually becoming an arm amputee?" Jean
"Hey, one step at a time," I replied laughing.
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