Carlie’s Gifts

First of all, happy birthday Carlie.  This one’s for you, and it’s early this time.  I know it’s on the 3rd, for real, so I’ll set it then.

Carlie sat at the club table, trying some drinks.  She was finally legal, so it was okay to do it.  She’d called a cab to get here and she’d call one to get home, just in case her condition didn’t allow her to drive.

A familiar voice came out of nowhere, someone she knew. “Don’t get too many of those in you young lady. You won’t enjoy the gifts.”

Carlie turned, her eyes widening in surprise. “Ben?”

She jumped up, hugging her friend.  Ever since he’d known her, Ben had always been kind of like a big brother, always trying to make her laugh but still with a bit of a protective streak. “I haven’t seen you since your birthday!  Is your fiancée here?”

Ben had a fiancée that was freakin’ hot, and she could totally understand their feelings for each other. “Yeah, she’ll be in in a minute, she had to get one of your birthday presents ready.”

He put up a hand. “Now give us a minute and we’ll bring them in.”

It took only a minute before Ben came back with his fiancée, both of them carrying boxes.  Carlie quickly counted two small ones, a sort-of medium one, and two long and narrow ones.  They placed the wrapped packages gently down, then presented her with the two smallest boxes.

Carlie wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol that was building up in her bloodstream or the anticipation, but she tore the wrapping off quickly to discover what was in the boxes. Inside were two feet, one for each side. Both of them were narrow.

Wondering, Carlie picked up the right one and it twitched. “Wait, they’re still alive?”

Ben shrugged. “They respond to touch, but they don’t have any real sensation beyond that.”

Carlie had a wild idea. She loved being tickled herself, so she started tickling the one she held and it spasmed and twitched like it knew what was happening.  Carlie started to giggle, wondering what it would feel like.

They seemed new, like they hadn’t been removed from anyone else, but the toenails were nicely done. Ben placed the longer, narrower package on the table and Carlie tore into it.  She had noticed that some of the club members were starting to watch, but she didn’t pay them any attention as she opened the package to find… “Legs and hips?”

The legs were wearing leggings and the hips were covered with a midi skirt, and Carlie wondered if Ben’s fiancée had chosen them.  They were good fashion, after all.  She also noticed they were missing their feet.  Carlie touched one of the thighs and smiled as the leg responded, also noticing that the hips were wider than her own, although the edge of the waist that had been cut was narrower.  She turned them over to notice that the backside had a nice, teardrop shape to it.

Carlie had an idea what was in the other big box as she tore it open, finding, indeed, a torso, from the waist up, in a crop top, with some nice cleavage to go with it.  The neck was just a stump, already to get what was coming to it. “I guess I get you to cut off my head now?”

Ben’s fiancée smiled, nodding. “Yes, the pieces won’t go together unless a head is attached, so we need that to happen.”

Carlie sighed only once before eagerly placing her head on the table, baring her neck, as Ben pulled out a large scimitar.  With the crowd in the club looking on, Ben took just one swing.

Carlie felt her head separate from her body, a pleasing sensation running through it, as she shuddered a moment, breathing in deep.  She reached over, knowing that she still felt her body, before picking up her head.  After a moment of looking all around at the crowd, obviously wondering how this headless girl was still alive, she turned her head around and placed it on the torso that was laying there.

As Carlie felt her neck connect a whole new series of sensations flowed over her.  She saw her body fall, well, her first body fall as she lost all feeling in it, but she felt so new, so alive. “Hey, can you get me up here?”

Ben’s fiancée helped her new torso up and Carlie started to check it out.  It felt strange, having a bigger bust, but she knew she could get used to it.  It also felt strange that everything seemed to end at her waist. “Okay, get me on the legs.”

Ben maneuvered the legs so they sat up as Ben’s fiancée picked her torso up, lining up the waist division, and placed the ends together.

Carlie gasped, feeling a strangely erotic feeling as she gained sensation in her new legs.  They felt so tender, so new, so free.  She bent over, amazed as to how well they worked, and picked up her new feet, placing them on the stumps and feeling that same sensation of rejoining again.

As Carlie stood, she noticed something. “Wait, I’m taller?”

Ben smiled, nodding. “Yeah, thought you might like that, but there’s one last present for you.”

Carlie had no idea what it was.  She already had a new body, and it felt amazing.  She felt so new, so fresh.

Still, she opened the package up.

Inside was a head, eyes closed, made up very pretty, with well-brushed and long red hair hanging down in ringlets. Carlie looked over at Ben, who just smiled and shrugged. “Needed the complete set.”

Carlie pointed to her old body. “What happens to the old me?”

Ben’s fiancée pulled out a sheet. “We disappear that unless you want it back.”

Carlie sighed, looking at her old body.  It had seen her through 21 years, but she’d never really had a lot of confidence with it. Sure, it was cute, everyone said so, but she always wanted something more.

She looked down at her new body, knowing she had it now.  And then she could be a redhead.  Not just a redhead, but a stunning redhead.  She bent down. “Sure, let’s finish the transformation.”

Ben cut off her head again, but, this time, instead of replacing her head, she placed it down so she could watch as she controlled her body to pull the new head out of the box. She felt nervous, wondering what would happen, as she maneuvered the head to its position and placed it down.

A moment later, Carlie opened her eyes.  She knew she’d done it; she’d replaced her old body with a new one.  Somehow Ben and his fiancée had allowed it to happen.

It only took a moment for them to place the sheet over the old body parts and for them to disappear, but now, Carlie had a new body.

Ben had a warning though. “You should know that, when you’re at the edge of peace or the edge of excitement, the seams in this new body might come undone.  You’ll fall apart, but not to worry as the pieces can easily be put back on good as new.”

Ben stuck out both his elbows. “Now what do you say we go and really enjoy Carlie’s birthday.”

Carlie had to smile as she took his arm, his fiancée on the other one, as they left the club to a huge round of applause.

The club patrons might never really understand what they’d seen, but Carlie knew.  Ben was, after all, a writer, and he could make anything happen in his stories.