I stepped out of the bathroom and walked back toward the living room. But I stopped in sheer horror at what I was seeing.

Shannon, contrary to what I was expecting, was in one piece, but also had a look of utter disbelief on her face, her eyes bulging to the point I thought they were going to explode. Leslie, though...my first impression was that she was dead. Perhaps an accidental suicide. Eyes wide open giving a blank stare, cheek pressed firmly against the table, tongue sticking out...and her head and body disconnected, knife still in her hand.

"I don't believe it, I don't fucking believe she actually did it." Shannon said in a rather soft voice, sounding like she was on the verge of tears.

Not only was I shocked, I was furious too.

"How the FUCK did this happen?"

"I-I don't know...I tried to stop her but she..."

There was only one possible explanation for what could have set this in motion.

"You did your little thing again, didn't you?"

Shannon gave a little sigh, and admitted her fault in a really depressed tone.

"I know, I couldn't help myself...it's just that she took a keen interest in what I was doing, and then she wanted to try it for herself..."

"This is exactly why I was worried about it from the start! And now there is bloodshed from it! This needs to come to an end!"

She said nothing, instead her face sunk into her hands as she started crying.

I continued. "You're really lucky that you yourself didn't do it, or so help me God, I-"

Suddenly, my unintentional lecture was interrupted by a faint sound of laughter. Shannon lifted her teary-eyed face to show that it wasn't her. And indeed it wasn't her.

It was Leslie. She was still alive.

Soon afterwards, Shannon's sad act also melted away to laughter.

"What's so funny?" I was still stuck in anger mode that I failed to recognize I got played.

Shannon walked over to the table, grabbed Leslie's severed head by the hair, and brought it back over to me. It took her a few minutes to quit her laughing fit, and then she spoke.

"Oh, we really got you good!"

I was at a loss for words. It was all so real. Even with Shannon it managed to fool me.

"And you were in on it too, Shannon?" I was dumbfounded.

She nodded. "The whole time. Even with all the drama."

I sat there silent for a couple seconds and then I let out a chuckle. "I guess you guys really got me good then. That was world-class."

Shannon smiled back. "I know it was."

"So, should we clean this up and get back to whatever we were doing?"

Leslie chimed in. "Actually, this gives me an idea. Are you two up for a little experiment?"

Both Shannon and I were intrigued. "What kind of experiment?"

A Few Minutes Later

Soon, all three of us had our heads detached and sitting on the table. Leslie introduced us to her method after being unable to watch us chop our own heads off our way. Frankly, it's rather understandable too. Even with your own head off, it's a tad bit unsettling watching someone else cut theirs off.

The "little experiment" Leslie was alluding to was something I had thought of doing but I wasn't able to get myself to do it. The idea was simple: the three of us would swap heads with each other. The main problem is that this has seldom been attempted and probably has not been attempted (to my knowledge) with three people. One screw-up could be disastrous.

Our agreement was that Leslie would get Shannon's body, Shannon would get my body, and I would get Leslie's body. I knew for a fact that I didn't want Shannon's body because, back when I was younger, I made a promise to myself that I would not try to sexualize my friendship with her, and I feared losing control of myself with my head on her body. As such, I wanted to be on Leslie's body, that way I wouldn't be entirely ashamed if I couldn't keep myself together.

"Okay, is everyone ready?" Leslie could not wait to get started.

We couldn't nod, for obvious reasons, so we both gave a thumbs-up.

"Now, Shannon, grab my head and bring it up to your neck."

Shannon willed her body to reach over and, with some difficulty, grab Leslie's head. Once she attached it to her neck, I saw Leslie's original body go limp. As if it were a machine that just lost its power source.

Worried, I asked Leslie. "What exactly just happened there?"

Leslie, now using Shannon's body, responded with optimism. "Don't fret. My body is just in a dormant state. It happens every time that the original head is attached to someone else. It more or less 'wakes up' when someone attaches their head to it."

"Alright..." I said, not entirely ripped from anxiety.

Now it was Shannon's turn, though I had plenty of trouble positioning my hands so they could pick up her head. I was never had good dexterity.

After about two minutes of struggling, I finally managed to grab her head and attach it to my body. Let me tell you, the feeling of being a bodiless head was surreal. You're just sitting there, completely helpless and unable to move, yet still able to see, smell, taste, and speak.

Then, it was my turn. Leslie volunteered to attach my head to what was her body, and I felt a surge of energy once it was connected. I could almost feel the nerves flowing out to the extremities. Another few minutes passed, and then Leslie spoke again.

"Now that you're all accustomed to your new bodies, tell me, how does it feel?"

Shannon, looking over at Leslie who was now occupying her body, realized something. "Damn, was I always that short?"

We all laughed at that.

One thing I did notice, though, was that she seemed mesmerized with my flat chest, more so than I thought she would be with my dick. Not that it says anything about me, I just thought I'd point that out.

"What about you, Colin? How do you feel about my body?"

"Uh..." I glanced down at Leslie's boobs in a manner that wouldn't appear like I was staring. Her bust was rather big, but not too big, and the outfit she was wearing showed moderate cleavage. If I still had my dick, I'd be struggling to prevent a boner right about now.

I reached down and felt the curvature of her hips and the smoothness of her ass. No wonder she captivated me from the start!

"If I'm gonna be honest, this body is very fit for an Instagram model. I mean, how can you not flaunt..." I grabbed her butt and turned towards Leslie, "...this?"

"Colin!" Shannon was shocked, though I could tell she wasn't actually angry at me.

Leslie, on the other hand, not so much. In fact, she was blushing a little. "No, no, it's fine. I get this a lot."

"Not trying to be demeaning or anything but I think you'd be quite successful as a model."

Still blushing, Leslie gave a light smile at my compliment. Shannon just stood there with a smirk while shaking her head, hands on hips (technically my hips).

"Typical male response," she said sarcastically. Again, we all had a good laugh at it.

"With that out of the way, what do we do now?"

"Well, you could take me upstairs and take care of some 'business.'" Shannon winked at the last part, and pointed down towards what technically was my crotch. I knew exactly what she was implying.

"Shannon, what's gotten into you? I've never seen you like this before."

"But technically, I'm not Shannon, I'm Colin." She winked again.

"We still can't do that with a guest in the house! And, if you're being technical, you're not 'doing it' with me, you're 'doing it' with our guest Leslie!"

Fortunately, Leslie was oblivious to our entire conversation.

Shannon burst out in laughter again. "You know I'm just messing with you, again! That's twice now!"

"Ah, for God's sake! I need to heighten my expectations. Anyway, Leslie, what would you like to do now?"

"Maybe we should switch back before someone gets any funny ideas." She glanced at both of us, implying she may have overheard what we were saying.

Come to think of it, that was probably the best decision. After all, they now knew I couldn't be trusted that well with a girl's body.

It took roughly ten additional minutes to get ourselves sorted out again. And just like that, we continued with our gathering as usual for another hour before we parted ways for the night.