Color - A sexy Medusa (Patreon)

 That afternoon, I was returning from work. I was ready to go home to rest after a long subway trip and the particularly heavy day I had.

Exiting the subway station, I noticed that many people were looking towards one spot. I could not help being curious myself and looked to where everyone was pointing. What I saw really surprised me.

A few meters away was the most beautiful pair of legs I had ever seen. In delicate fishnet stockings, tight brown shorts, and thin red heels no less, all belonging to a redheaded girl with a sensual face and unusually long hair. A true beauty... without a torso.

I had heard of that type of mutant girls, they colloquially called them SWB. In this city, they are not as common as in the big cities and it was the first time I saw one. I had seen girls with mutations before, extra fingers, animal ears, tails, even extra eyes but I had never seen a mutation this extreme.

I tried to sneak past so I would not make the girl feel uncomfortable. As I got closer, I noticed that her hair was moving like it was alive and in one of her locks she was holding her cell phone.

Suddenly, the girl turned just as I was staring at her without giving me any time to turn my face away. However, the strange part was that the girl smiled. A strange familiarity with her face came to mind.

"Hey Dave!" The SWB girl said to me, "It's me, Donna," she said as she waved a lock of hair in greeting.

"D-Donna, is that really you?" I said with surprise. Now I remembered her. She was one of the prettiest girls in my school. Beautiful, friendly and popular. She was the dream of most of the boys and some girls at my school.

“Yup, it's me. Or well, at least this much of what I was,” she said as she looked down. "I had a mutation about four years ago, sometime after leaving school."

"Wow, I hadn't heard about it," I replied. "And you are OK?"

"Well yeah... although it ruined my fledgling career as a model," she said with some resignation. "You know, it’s hard to be hired by a company specialized in jackets when you don't have a torso, but today I'm waiting for an agent that can hire me as a leg model." Her eyes lit up at her last sentence.

We continue talking. Donna had always been a genuinely nice person despite her popularity and even when she does not have her full slender figure, what I could see of her was exceptionally beautiful. Her face and legs appeared even more beautiful than before. "Glad to know that you still remember my name," I said.

"Of course I remember. Honestly, I always thought that you were a very sweet boy. I liked you a lot,” she said naturally. I was somewhat dumbfounded at the compliment. I tried to articulate a few words, but suddenly her cell phone vibrated.

She did not take long to check her WhatsApp messages and I could see a gesture of disgust on her.

"Damn!" She said. “The person who will be my agent had an emergency today and will only be able to see me tomorrow.”

"What a pity," I said. "Hey and... do you have time to go for a drink?" I said with an unnatural audacity.

She looked at me a little surprised, but then she smiled. “Yes, sure… why not? For the old times". A lock of her hair curled around my arm and we left the station.