Dear Sir, - I feel I should let you know how much my husband and I have enjoyed reading Mr. Wallace Stort's articles about one-legged girls. Jim, my husband lost a leg during the war, and I had my left foot amputated three years ago.
I do not know whether Mr. Stort has written any articles where the heroine has had a foot taken off - all I have read concerns girls who have had a leg amputated above the knee. If he had done so, I should like to read it. I am glad I came across Mr. Stort's articles, as I thought I was abnormal in my monopedic kink, and the idea worried me not a little. Now I know, though I may be a little out of the ordinary, I am certainly not unique.
I have also discovered that Jim has the kink to a marked degree. Though I am considered a very pretty girl, he has confessed that the greater attraction I had for him was my missing foot. Of course affinity caused by his own disability may be the reason for this.
I have always been a puzzle to myself. I have a most peculiar obsession about my feet. I paid more attention to them than I paid to my hands, and whenever I was alone I went about barefooted, with the result that feet were as nearly perfect as could be. The most peculiar thing is the fascination amputation has for me.
Four years ago I was in Paris far six months, and while there, there was a craze among the Smart Set to have their little toes taken off. So I - for absolutely no reason out the thrill - had my left little toe amputated. I must say I never missed it, and I had no regrets afterwards, as I found that my left foot was much more comfortable in my tiny size 3 high-heeled shoe, than my right, which had the full complement of toes.
As a result I made up my mind that whenever I had time I would have the little toe taken off my right foot as well. Fate, however, took a hand in the game, and as a result of a motoring accident I found myself in hospital with my left foot badly damaged. I was told that I could be patched up but that I would always be lame.
My kink immediately took possession of me, and I made up my mind that, rather than go through life with a permanently disabled and probably ugly foot, I would have it off. I asked the doctor if he would amputate it. He was not very willing, as he did not consider it necessary. But I persisted, and rather against his will, he agreed; so after signing a form indemnifying the hospital from all claims, my foot was amputated at the ankle.
I shall never forget the queer feeling I had the first time I was allowed up, and I felt so helpless and my kink was for the time being forgotten. However, it was no good regretting, so I resolved to make the best of it, and now I really enjoy having only one foot. It makes me feel different from other girls, and I get such a variety of sensations.
Out of doors I wear such a perfect fitting substitute that no one would suspect it to be artificial. Jim got the shock of his life when I told him. In the privacy of my rooms I have a dinky little peg fixed to the socket, like the leg of a high boot, which is secured to the calf of my leg with a zip fastener; but one accomplishment I have is when I play Badminton. I take off my foot and strap my leg back above my knee, and I can hap about on one foot with more agility than most people can who have both their feet. I have also developed my remaining foot to marked degree. I still, when I am alone, go about with it bare.
I believe it is good for the feet to give them as much freedom as possible, and any girl who has really pretty feet should not be afraid to expose them in their natural nudity. I would like to see more photographs of pretty girls with bare feet in "London Life".
My toes have become prehennsible, and I can pick up small objects with them as easily as I can with my hands, and I amuse myself sometimes with trying to write with a pencil held between my toes - but not with much success. Needless to say that I am not going to part with my only toe.
My advice to girls who have lost a foot or a leg is to make the best of it. Nature compensates us for everything we lose, and in addition to the added strength and ability in the remaining limb we have the gratification of knowing that to hundreds of men we are really more attractive than our unmutilated sisters.
TO all young monopedes I would like to say, don't sit down under your misfortune. Try to turn it into an asset. Dress as well as you can afford; and - most important - be attractive. If you do this you will find that you will enjoy being different to other people.
yours faithfully,
Gladys.