Whoops!

Based on my classic story “Oops!,” this one gives Carlie (aka @MagicalFirefly) a bit of an accidental introduction into magic.

Carlie lay there, stunned, unable to really comprehend what went on.

She had just started loading the dishwasher and was heading to pick up something else when her dog accidentally rammed into her legs.  It wasn’t meant as malicious, she knew, but it was hard enough that she fell backwards, grabbing onto the counter as she went down.

And grazing the large carving knife she was about to put into the washer.  It was little more than a graze, but, as she fell backwards, time seemed to slow down and she swore she saw the knife falling right towards her neck.

She knew she was going to have a few bruises, but the knife on her neck felt like it cut her.  That’s when she decided to reach up and inspect the damage.

Only to find a gap between her neck and head by about two inches.  The knife, apparently, beheaded her.

But she could still move. She could still feel everything. How was this even possible?  What more could it mean?

And could she get her head back on her shoulders?

Carlie tentatively reached up, taking hold of the sides of her head, and surveyed the damage by rotating her head so she could see what happened.  Yes, she’d have some bruises, but the most telltale sign that something wasn’t right was the clean, smooth skin across the top of her neck stump.  Instinctively, she tried pressing her head onto her neck stump to try and get them to reattach, but, each time she tried it, her head fell off again.

She lay there, head now resting on her chest, for a few minutes, trying to figure things out. What was it her grandmother told her? Something about magic being in the family?  Whatever that meant, she didn’t clearly remember.  Her grandmother died when she was very young.

As the shock wore off, she realized something.  She was enjoying being beheaded, really enjoying it.  It felt so good that, for a little bit, she forgot she had no idea how to reattach her head.

An idea hit her, and she picked up her head as she carefully stood up.  It felt weird, but pleasant, standing without a head attached.

She made her way over to her scrapbooking area.  It had to be here somewhere.

No, the hot glue would probably burn her, and she was already tender from the fall.  No, something else.

And then the other idea hit and she managed to find her stash of Velcro.  It did help that she could raise her head a lot higher than her normal 5 foot 1 frame.

A little bit later and she had her head Velcroed onto her body in a fairly secure fashion.  As she sat there, turning her head in the normal fashion, she didn’t feel like it’d fall off again, so she looked down at herself carefully.

If there was magic in her blood, then what else could she do?  She returned to the kitchen to find her carving knife, smiling at the prospects.

As she sat down again, her legs crossed, she looked at her foot.  She spread her toes, flexing them out, and had to wonder.  She took the sharp knife to her ankle, already set with the Velcro just in case, and cleanly cut her foot off.  Just to make sure, she tickled her own foot, giggling at the sensation, still feeling pretty elated at the concept.

It didn’t take long before she cut her other foot off, putting them side by side on the coffee table. Yes, she could still flex them and spread her toes, the weirdness of the situation still in her mind, before she decided to apply the Velcro to them as well.

But then she remembered something.  Her earliest memory was watching a magician do a double-sawing in half.  Both women looked really eager, even pleased at the prospect of being bisected.

Carlie looked at her feet, felt where her neck still separated at the Velcroed seam, and decided. “Hell with it.”

She knew she could do it, but still hesitated for a moment before lifting her shirt enough to apply the knife to her waist.  As she sliced into her body a little, she felt only a small twinge of pain, but she also felt that the knife blade was now inside her.

She sliced again, feeling it traveling a little further into her body.  Her breath shuddered as the intense feelings of pleasure amplified with each slice into her waist.

She let it linger for as long as she dared, wanting to feel every sensation of being cut in half.  It felt so good, so right, as she progressed in her bisection that, by the time she was ¾ of the way through, she had the sensation of being made love to.  As she finally finished slicing her body in half, she was yelling at the top of her lungs, gasping out “YES!” as a full orgasm took her.

It took her a couple of moments to catch her breath before she finally lifted her top half off of her bottom half.  It all felt so good, so amazingly good.  She looked at her bottom half, smiling, before she took off her head and placed it on the skin that covered that segment of her waist.  Another moment later, she took off her feet as well, placing them beside her head.

Yes, this was bizarre, very weird.  But she felt so good it didn’t seem to matter.  Sure, she’d be like this until she found a way to rejoin her parts, but she didn’t care.  The Velcro would hold her together, and, so long as she wore the right clothes and jewelry, nobody need know.

Sure, if she brought a date home, that might get really kinky and really fun, but that was for then. She’d worry about the rest later.