"Great! Be there in a few." You text back, before booking it over to Michelle's house. Once you've arrived you ring the doorbell and wait briefly for her to answer it. "Hey Johnny! Come on in." Michelle greets you, beconing you inside. "My parents are gone for the weekend, so we've got the place all to ourselves." She added, turning and making her way back inside.
You follow, eyes firmly fixed on the sexily swaying ass of your girlfriend, barely concealed by the curve hugging cutoff shorts she's wearing.
Seemingly feeling your eyes on her, or maybe she just knows your behavior all too well, Michelle pauses. Glancing back over her shoulder she smiles and says "See something you like Johnny baby? Then she blinks, having noticed the long slender towel wrapped bundle in your hand for the first time. "Say, what's that you've got there?" She asks curiously.
"Huh? Oh this?" You said, unwrapping the cloth to reveal the longsword. "Nothing much, just a magic sword."
Turning fully around, crossing her arms under her breasts, Michelle frowns. "A magic sword? Really John? What are you, eight? How much money did you waste on that thing anyway?"
"I didn't spend anything! This isn't some dimestore knockoff off or movie prop, it's the real deal! Here, I'll show you." You said, brandishing the sword. "Just let me..."
"Whoa whoa! Are you crazy?! You're not gonna..." Michelle began, crossing her arms defensively in front of her as you raise the blade to strike, but it's too late, the longsword slicing through both her arms just above the elbow as easily as if they were made of mist, causing the severed forearms to vanish like, well, mist.
"Ah! My arms! You cut off my fucking arms!" Michelle screamed in horror. "What the hell were you... Wait. There's no pain, no blood, no wounds. For that matter, where the heck did the rest of my arms go? They should be laying on the floor here but... You, you were telling the truth! That sword of yours really is magic!" She gasped.
"Of-of course it is! Did you think I'd gone insane or something?!" You demanded, laughing nervously. Truth is, inspite of your illogical certainty, even you were surprised, your logical side insisting that that none of this could be true, that magic couldn't exist no matter how much you wished otherwise. You were glad that part had been proven wrong, otherwise when you'd cut Michelle... Well, best not to think about that.
"You ass! You could have warned me you know!" Michelle cried, attempting to slap you, only to miss badly thanks to her greatly shortened arms. "Bah! These tiny things are just about useless! She growled, starring down at her stumps in disgust. "Johnny, you'd better be able to fix this or I'm never speaking to you again, you hear me?!"
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