I've lost my head. Where did it go? Did my head just fall off? I looked around the house for it. Upstairs, downstairs, in the bedroom, in the kitchen. I was curious on how I could see. Was I seeing? I don't even know if I was thinking. For that matter, who am I? With no head, I have no identity. Maybe I wasn't even able to think with no mind.

    I'm just a body. I put my head search on hold for now, I needed to learn who I was. There were no pictures on the walls. No signs of my name. Nothing. But there was a mirror. I walk up to the hanging wall mirror. No big surprise, I have no head. There I could feel my blank neck. It was long and slender with a almost flat stump on top. The edges were smooth, however, as if I never had a head. My hands travel from my neck to my chest. I am a woman for sure. There was a double handful of breasts in my grip. Surprisingly large too. Then my hands move along my curves. My waist was thin and my hips were wide. I was an hourglass figure. Together, both my hands reach behind and take hold of the rear I was packing. With my careful examination, I came to the conclusion that I'm one hot bod. I hope my head went well with me, where ever she may be.

    Enough with my inspection though, I needed to find my head and get my identity back. But I looked high and low for it. Not under the bed, not in the closet, not even in the fridge. How did I lose my head? When did I lose my head? My body must have been on auto-pilot when I lost my head. I didn't realize it was gone until I went to scratch my nose and found nothing. But I am my body, that is all I am, a body. Am I on auto-pilot right now? Is this thought or am I mindless? My head must know the answer. 

    My head was no where in this house. Was this even my house? It must be my head's house. As a body, I don't own anything. Did I own my head? Or does she own me. I must find her to clear this up. Maybe I lost my head outside. I make my way to the door and step out. I can feel the cold breeze of night send chills through my skin. There were a lot of bright lights and loud noises. Could I see these? Could I hear these? I feel the sidewalk on my bare feet. This must be a city. Where can a big city hide my tiny little head? 

    I made my way down the sidewalk. People seem to move aside for me. I certainly caused heads to turn. A lot of eyebrows were raised as they walked by me. I wonder what my eyebrows were like. I also wondered what my voice sounded like as people were talking all around me. As I walked past them, people would say "where is that girl's head?" or "why isn't she wearing any clothes?". Any clothes? That's right, all these people were wearing clothes. I'm naked. I didn't realize this at the mirror. I didn't even know what clothes were until people started muttering about it behind my bare back.  

    Well I must go back and put some clothes on. Maybe being properly dressed will cause people to accept me. And if I'm accepted, people will help me find my lost head. So I turn on my heels and head back to my starting point. But there is something in my way. I bounce off it, raising my hands to feel what it was. In my hands was a chest, but it wasn't like mine. This was a man's chest, a tall man. I patted him up and down, feeling up his neck to feel a chin. It was scruffy and unshaven, but strong none the less. 

    "Well hello there, Miss Body!" the man exclaimed. "I hope you're not searching for your head, I don't have it on me." 

    I'm not sure why I was feeling his body. It was a nice body though. My finger tips ran found their way under his button up shirt, feeling his abs and waist. Did he mention something about a head? Certainly he doesn't mean me. I'm just a body. 

    "You're certainly friendly!" the man pulled my hands off his sexy body, but with a gentle touch. "How about you come with me and I'll make sure I get you some help?"

    He took my hand. His hands were big and strong. But why would I need help? I'm very excited right now. My chest heaving, skin quivering. But we started to walk together. Our hands holding together. I would follow to any where he took me. And I did. We walked quite a distance. I think we went into a building, I could no longer feel the breeze of the wind. 

    "Alright, now wait here, babe." the man said as he let go of my hand. "I'm just going to talk with the manager of this place and see if he saw anything." 

    And with that he was gone. Where was I? This building was huge. It must be a lobby. Is this a business? A hotel? It was very elegant with it's interior design. There was even a fountain. But I couldn't move. I had to do what this man said. I stood there idly by, not moving a muscle. There were many eyes on me. It was just like on the street. The same questions, the same looks. I didn't mind though. I was going to get what I've been looking for. What was that again?

    "Here we go!" The man returned and grabbed my hand. "I finally got some info. Ya see, this hotel is..." He kept talking and talking as he was leading me around. I could not focus on his words though. I was just excited for his return. But he finally stopped talking as we came to a halt. The man let go of my hand and turned to me. "There we go. Back to the job. If you find your head, come and find me. I'd love to get to know who you are. I left my card with the photographer."

    The man left me as he waved goodbye. There was a photographer? What about a head? I didn't get much time to dwell on this as I was pulled across the room. Or was this a room? There was water and green plant life. This seemed like a pool, but it was indoors. There was a lot of people here too. Some were carrying gear and equipment. But one man was sitting in a folding chair, a camera hanging from his neck. He did not seem pleased. As he got out of the chair, he lifted his camera and started shouting commands. These commands were for me, of course. He was telling me to pose, so I did. He kept clicking away at his camera, and with each click, I changed my pose. The photographer had me move all around in various spots across the pool side. I eagerly kept up the pace with my poses as he continued to take pictures of my nude figure. I felt the warmth of his flash, or was it the attention of the other crew members that kept me excited for more?

    Now I have been posing for hours. Or was it days? Maybe even weeks. I had no concept of time. But the photographer gave out one last yell. It was over. He dropped his camera off to a helping hand and went off. Another person came up behind me to slip on a silky pink robe over my body. So this is clothes? It was foreign to me. I enjoyed the feel of the material on my skin. But I didn't get to enjoy it for long as another helper brought over a tray in his hands. On the tray was a blonde girl's head. She had large, pillow lips. Her eyes were closed but you could tell that her eyes were large. And a small, thing nose sat in the middle of her face. My hands reached for the head as I slipped my fingers through her hair. I gripped the bottom of her cranium as I lifted her off the tray. Was this my head? It matched the rest of my features well enough. This must be it. I flip the head around and hold it above my neck. Slowly, I lowered it down as the bottom of the head rubbed the surface of my neck. I felt a warmth flow through the head and into my body. I could feel her taking control. I finally got what I was searching for.

I fluttered my eyes open and let out a small gasp. "Ah! It feels good to be put on again." I said with a smile. I looked down to my body and opened the pink robe a bit. "Oh, so this is the body I'll be wearing today? She must of been one hot chick! I wonder where her head went..."