Jeff - Prosthetic Legs

He straightened his arms and tried to sit up, but with a small oof, he cringed and clutched his pained ribcage. The moment he tried to balance himself, he felt a very cold sensation on his backside. Instantly, his body froze up with an unbearable amount of embarrassment. He was buck naked. He wasn't even wearing underwear. The aluminum, iron, and leather bracers were gone, and......what the?! Jeff's thin legs were bare, and yet, they bent properly, and smoothly!
	Gently, he reached out his hands and touched them. He still couldn't see very well, but what he felt with his fingertips couldn't be denied – in the areas just above his knees, there appeared to be slight seams. His lower legs were solid and smooth, without one hint of a wound. <Prosthetic legs......?> Jeff blinked his eyes. He slid his legs to the side and tried lowering them to the ground. He tried standing. <They don't hurt......> He tried turning them. He tried standing on tip-toe. He tried standing on one foot. He tried walking. And when he tried a little jump, his head hit the top of the tent! <They don't hurt at all! And......they're so light!>

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Mother 2, Chapter 4