Thumper the husky was excited. He was wagging his hips more than his tail. He was bouncing up with his front paws in the air, landing, and bouncing up again. She was home! His human was home!

“One sec, Miranda,” Lauren said with her phone to her ear. “Hello Thumperrr, yeeesss, it’s yooou, hiiiiiii,” she cooed. She bent forward at the waist to let her dog lick her face while she kept a hold on the bags in her arms. She stood straight again and walked further into her house. “You know how excited my baby gets to see me, Miranda, I can’t say no to his doggy kisses.”

Thumper followed her, wagging all the way. He made low, half-bark sounds and bounced in circles. His human was HOME!

Lauren lowered her purse and her shopping bags into a heap on the island in her kitchen. She was listening now, throwing a “yeah” or “right” into the conversation where appropriate. She rubbed Thumper’s head, then opened the sliding glass door to her backyard. “Go walkies, Thumper, go on,” she said in an enthusiastic whisper.

Thumper was halfway through the door before she could say his name. He sprang outside to a full sprint in circles around the square fenced yard. Orange and yellow leaves crunched under his paws and slid low in the air of his wake. Around and around he went, passing the front of his doghouse, behind the tree and the pile of leaves, along the edge of the long wooden deck, and around again. This went on for a few minutes before he came to a sudden stop near the tree, panting and wagging his tail.

He was looking at his human through the open door. She was picking things up one at a time and putting them in the cabinets while holding something else against her face. Thumper didn’t understand why she did these things. He decided his human was weird. He began sniffing around the yard for a good place to pee.

Lauren finished putting away her groceries. She grabbed the empty bags and stuffed them all into one bag, then chucked the wad of them under the sink with the other similar bundles of bags. She looked out the window to see Thumper squat in the far corner of the yard.

“Oh, I did! I went there today!” Lauren turned to look at the only purchase she had not put away. It was a white square box sized for a small pizza but designed for technology. “Yeah, Piece Of You! Ive never seen this stuff anywhere else. And the prices were so reasonable that I even bought something~!”

Her ensuing squeal of joy caught Thumper’s attention. His tail wagged like it was a wind-up-toy’s corkscrew. “aaaROOOooo-Ooo-Ooo,” Thumper howled. He liked singing with people. They often sang back louder.

“No! I get-no, listen! I get to use it first, then I *promise* to tell you all about it,” Lauren said at a near shout.

“Bark, bark!” sang Thumper. He resumed running in circles in the yard.

Lauren rolled her eyes but smiled. “Hey, you went ahead and used that toy Julie got before telling *me* about it, I want to try my mirrors out first! Oh, FUCK I SAID TOO MUCH I LOVE YOU TALK TO YOU LATER BYEEEE!” She rattled off her shouting as though it was a single monstrous word.

Miranda’s laugh was loud enough to garble the sound on Lauren’s phone before she hung it up. She cursed herself for letting her tongue slip, but started to laugh at herself. Thumper’s barks sounded closer. She looked up. “What iiis it buuuddy?”

Thumper was standing at full attention on the wooden deck. “Aruroo,” he replied. His tail was impossible to track.

“Did you want to see what I bought?” Lauren stepped back to the kitchen island. Thumper trotted in beside her. He put his head on her thigh to look straight up at her.

She lifted the lid. It slid off. Lauren smiled at the mirror underneath. It was circular with a rounded frame of stainless steel broken by an inverted triangle button. She lifted it from the box, then lifted out a thin cardboard liner. Another mirror lay in the bottom. Its’ frame was the same design but a true circle; only one was given a button. She lifted this one out and held onto it.

“I got something for us to be with each other more often!” Lauren crouched down with the mirror. She giggled as Thumper covered her face in kisses. She lifted the mirror to the side of the island and pressed hard on the frame. The mirror had adhered to the wall, just like the lady at the store told her it would. She stood up.

Thumper looked from his human to the mirror and back. His tail slowed down. He stepped in front of the mirror that was placed at perfect eye level for him. He saw another dog. His tail escaped the speed of light.

Lauren picked up the mirror on the counter. “Stay right here with your new friend for a second, okay?” She slunk away hoping Thumper did not get distracted and follow her instead.

Thumper barked at the new dog. He moved closer. So did the dog in the mirror. He barked again, then looked for his human. He heard her going up the stairs. He looked back to the mirror. The dog was still staring at him.

Lauren heard Thumper’s excited yelping from in her bedroom. She leaned forward to plant the mirror on the wall over her wide dresser. She caught a glimpse of her reflection. Lauren stepped away from the dresser and started analyzing her image. It was a well-ingrained habit.

Lauren teased her long blonde hair, rolled her lips together to even out her nude lipstick, turned her head to look up her nose, ran a fingertip across each of her eyebrows, and avoided looking into her brown eyes. She stood straight, thrust out her chest, and finally smiled. She took off her DD cup push-up bra and tossed it on the dresser. She put her girls back into place in her tight white tank top and adjusted the band on her short-hemmed plaid skirt. She was running her hands down her long legs when she saw the button on the mirror frame. Lauren remembered her buddy was waiting for her.

Thumper was staring eye to eye with the dog in the mirror. Near instantly, the mirror flashed white. The dog was gone, and from the way it looked, the mirror was gone, too. He was looking right at his human!

“Hiiiiii buuuuddy!” Lauren was beaming. She reached her hand out to Thumper. It should have stopped against the mirror, but it kept going. She rubbed the top of Thumper’s head vigorously. “Isn’t this so cooool!”

Thumper did not know how his human was in the floor of the kitchen island, but he was too busy being pet to care. He nuzzled into Lauren’s hand.

“Yeah, I can bring this mirror to woooork and feed you treats from my deeeesk,” Lauren pandered. She bent at the waist to rest her chest on the dresser, then stuck her head through the mirror, too. She kept rubbing both sides of Thumper’s muzzle as he licked her face. Thumper swatted playfully at her hands with his paws. She recoiled and giggled, pulling her hands back and pressing the wall. She hung her head in the kitchen with her eyes closed as Thumper licked her face relentlessly.

Lauren tried to stand up, but her neck hit the mirrors’ frames. She shifted her hands to use the wall for leverage. Her unseen hand ventured too close to the frame of her bedroom mirror. Lauren pressed the triangle button. There was a flash of light as the mirrors shut off.

Thumper yelped when his human hit his paw with her head. He shuffled back from shock more than pain (but it *did* hurt). His human’s head was on the ground. It was rocking to a stop in a heap of her blonde hair. He decided his human was weirder than he could have ever imagined.

Lauren’s head faced the open backdoor. Her eyes darted from point to point without purpose. Turning her neck did nothing. Her lower lip was trembling. Her body felt like it was locked onto her bedroom dresser. She forced her hands to open and close, fighting the mental paralysis that wanted to set in.

Thumper was drawn to the dog in the mirror. He was back! He stood straight, gathered his courage, and barked to assert dominance.

Lauren recoiled from the loud noise. “Huh! Hhhh-hu-hu-Hey, Th-Thump-p-per,” she stammered. She stood upright with a hand on the dresser she was facing. She endured Thumper’s close-range barking as she calmed herself down.

Thumper was “being a total spaz,” as his human would say, but he could not help himself! There was another dog to dog with! He turned and paced between the mirror and the back of his human’s head, barking and wailing away. Why had she not turned around to see what he was yelling about?

Lauren was almost whispering to herself. Walking upright was as easy as it had been her whole life, but *navigating* her house blind was a task she was not ready for. She passed her bed and reached the door, but she was stuck thinking about where she had to go next. Her dog’s wails were not helping.

“Arrrrrrrrooooo-wooo-wooooo,” Thumper whined. She was not turning around to look at him! He decided to take a risk. He left his post by the mirror dog undefended, slunk around Lauren’s head, and put on his best puppy-dog eyes as he faced her.

“H-hiii, buuuuddy,” Lauren said. She had found the top of the stairs. Her knuckles shifted from red to white as she clutched the rails of her staircase. Each step down was an expedition. She looked to her dog, then the open back door, then back to her dog. “Wh-whatcha doing, boy?”

“ArrUUuuuu,” Thumper cried. His tail was waving in spite of himself. His human seemed happy to see him. He walked up and licked her face.

“Ah, Thummm-,” Lauren started to say. She closed her mouth and eyes; it was her only defense from her dog’s love. Her head rocked from the pull of his dragging tongue. She felt her balance eroding. Her body hit the staircase wall before her foot missed a stair. She landed on her ass hard enough to hear the impact.

Thumper was upright in an instant. He saw what caused the noise; his human! He could see her sitting on the stairs. “Arf! Arf!”

“It’s just me, buddy,” Lauren said through taunt lips. She was wincing as she pulled herself up. She heard her sneakers squeak on the tiles by the front door. Joy spread across her face. “Oh, I made it downstairs!”

Thumper was focused on Lauren’s body. She was walking in a way he had never seen before. Her hands were in front of her and grabbing the air as she walked his way. It looked to him like she wanted to pet him. He bolted forward, forgetting that Lauren’s head was laying at his feet.

“AAAAH!” Lauren screamed. Her head slid a short distance but spun in circles that tangled her hair over her face. She dropped to her knees. Before her head could stop turning, Thumper ran into her chest. It was a miracle she did not fall backwards.

Thumper was in a state of bliss. He was wrapped up in Lauren’s arms in hugging pets, which was his favorite way of getting pets (tied with every other way of being pet). He was spinning in circles in her embrace. He went to give her licks to her face, but he could only find her neck, so he licked that instead.

Lauren felt a powerful warmth grow from her neck and spread though her. Her cheeks began to flush red. Shock and embarrassment crashed in like broken glass. “Thumper, NO,” she cried, and pushed Thumper away. She ended up on all fours.

Thumper was filled to the brim with energy from being pet. When Lauren pushed him, he sprang away, committed to sprinting straight out of the house through the backdoor in the fraction of a moment it took him to see it. He once again did not notice the blonde ball of hair right in front of him. Thumper struck it at full sprint without slowing down.

Lauren’s hair-wrapped head ricocheted across the floor towards the sliding backdoor like a stone skipping on the surface of a lake. Her head flipped by the door. It bounced close to a foot off of the ground.

The golden ball was directly between Thumper the freight train and the open door. His playful instincts to chase the ball kicked in. He booped Lauren’s head with his muzzle like Airbud shooting a basketball. He maintained full speed into the backyard in a beeline for his doghouse, forgetting about Lauren’s head as fast as he had seen it.

With her eyes blindfolded by her hair, Lauren only knew that her head bounced off of the floor and hit Thumper. It took a full second of weightless flight and a gleam of late afternoon sun for her to realize her head was soaring into the backyard. She was too shocked to scream, even as the grass and leaves approached her.

Lauren’s body had no problem doing the talking her mouth could not. She threw herself up into a kneeling position with her arms waving when she realized her head was flying. She lost her balance and fell on her back just before her head struck the ground. With each bounce and roll of her head, her back arched further; her legs kicked harder; her fingers curled closer to fists.

Lauren winced her eyes shut before the first bounce. She kept them shut as the second bounce sent her head rolling down her sloped yard. Dizziness consumed her. The turning and wobbling and bouncing seemed endless.

Thumper had stopped inches from the front of his doghouse.  He turned around in time to see where the ball was going. He saw it bouncing across the other side of the yard. It took a hop into the leaves stacked around the tree. He heard a crinkled thwump and it disappeared. He considered chasing it down. He wagged his tail and barked at it instead, then went into his doghouse.

Lauren was only breathing. Tension loosened its vice grip on her with each measured breath taken. The aroma of leaves both wet and cracked engulfed her like the warmth of a winter blanket. She was thankful her pain had dissipated so soon. She was thankful she was facing up so she could breathe and open her eyes (even if she could only see leaves and her hair).

“Thumper, what am I going to do with you,” she said. A one-sided smile graced her face. It faded as she sat up on the kitchen floor. Her eyes were open but unfocused. Where was her body? How would she get from there to here?

Lauren was crawling in search of a landmark. Her random turning and hand-waving lead her back to the mirror on the kitchen island. She stood up. She faced the island. She turned herself due left and raised her hands. Two steps gave her a wall. A shuffle to the left gave her the backdoor. She walked two more steps onto the deck and stopped.

Thumper was laying down in the doorway of his doghouse. His muzzle was resting on the bare patch of dirt that was his welcome mat. He watched as his human walked onto the deck. He sat up and barked. She didn’t respond. His tail stopped wagging as he laid down again. Thumper closed his eyes.

“...How do I find my way now?” She took small steps forward. There was no rail on her deck; just two steps down. They were easy to see when your head was in the right place, but Lauren had to tiptoe to the edge.

Her first step to the ground crinkled leaves. Lauren heard it. She put her hands palm forward, then started walking. The crunch of leaves from her feet grew louder. It was both tense and pleasing to walk this way, both certain and uncertain, somehow. Sound was giving her sight. Before she knew it, Lauren had walked her body into the pile of leaves. She heard it only feet from her head’s left, but still could not see anything.

Lauren turned herself to the side and inserted her arms into the pile of leaves. That sounded farther away to her. She turned around, dragging her arms through the leaves. Lauren was shocked when her head tilted face down. The leaves she moved had been close. “Mmmmffhrrfn!”

She tried clearing leaves away. She tried digging in for only seconds and couldn’t find it. The smell and stick of the wet leaves at the base of the tree nearly blocked her air. Her hands climbed her chest to her neck stump. She felt her panic rising. Lauren dove into the leaves before she could get stuck in fear. Luck was finally on her side; her palms smacked into her head a bit hard, but her fingers felt hair and clung on tight.

Thumper opened his eyes when he heard a lot of leaves rustling. He saw his human in a leaf pile. That was *very* weird to Thumper. She made the leaf piles and *he* jumped into them. He stood up with a rapid metronome of a tail and watched.

Lauren pulled up with her arms, her legs, and her back. Her head did not want to get out from under so many leaves. It did manage to give her a good breath before she dropped down. She tried again, this time pulling to the side while lifting. Her head rose faster than Lauren expected; her over-exertion caused a blast of leaves and almost made her fall. She was holding her grinning, giggling head as she stumble-walked out of the leaf pile.

Thumper watched. The metronome tail was swaying to a slower beat. There were leaves stuck in her hair, but she wasn’t pulling them out. She was still holding her head as she walked across the backyard to the deck. Thumper’s tail dropped. He sat, then laid down again.

Lauren kept her hands in the same grip on her head from the leaf pile to the kitchen island. She put her head down on the counter with extreme care. Before she could start pulling the leaves out of her hair, she thought about her friends Miranda and Julie. “I owe Miranda a phone call,” she said with a smile.

She had already walked her headless body around the kitchen island and grabbed her cellphone before she realized she could reattach her head. She stopped where she was, standing in full view of her head, pondering this for a moment. Lauren shrugged, then reached across the counter to grab her head. She only moved her head close enough to be able to see her phone while she used it. She called Miranda and put it on speakerphone, then set her phone down near her face.

As the phone rang, Lauren picked the leaves out of her hair, and said: “Just wait until she hears I lost my head, too.” She was giggling as Miranda answered.

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Lauren spilled the whole story to Miranda. In return, Lauren heard more of Miranda’s and Julie’s headless debacle. The call went on for over an hour. Thumper, out of energy, walked inside, got his pets from his human, then curled up on his favorite couch by the front window. Lauren closed the door and made food and ate when Miranda got long-winded. She did all of this without reattaching her head to her neck.

There was something about watching her own body that had Lauren hooked. She knew from mirrors that she looked alright, but it was different seeing herself like she was someone else. Her long legs in that tease of a skirt she wore, how her hips swayed...and no wonder everyone stared at her chest!

After walking to her head to end the phone call, Lauren scooped her head up from the counter. At first, she stared at her empty neck. Her fingers started to adjust their grip; she could turn her head around, get her hair out of the way, and put her head back on...but she stopped. Lauren lowered her head instead.

Some time fidgeting later, she was holding her head with her left hand. Her hair was wrapped around her wrist and trapped by her fingers. She let her arm hang at her side - her cheek brushed her thigh just above her knee. Her head bobbled. Lauren happened to be looking into the kitchen island mirror as it happened.

There she was - her head. No body under it. Hanging by her hair. Her face tilted down slightly, and at an angle. Her brown eyes were almost black from her expanded pupils. If seeing her own body was misdirection, then seeing her severed head in the mirror was hypnosis.

Lauren crouched *around* her head, keeping her face in the center of the reflection as her body filled the frame. Her nipples were full-pressed against her thin white tank top. She could see up her skirt, her pussy snug in her thong. Her breathing intensified. Her right hand rubbed her neck where Thumper had licked it; her face reddened before her eyes. Arousal warmed her body.

She bit her lower lip and stood up with speed. She had minor trouble lifting her head up with just her left hand (it was as heavy as a bowling ball), so she let it hang and bobble and sway and even spin by her side as she hurried out of the kitchen and up the staircase.

Thumper looked up from his self-claimed couch bed as his human walked passed him. She looked excited, but he was too comfortable to follow her to find out. He curled up and drifted off to sleep.

Lauren was just getting started. She lobbed her head onto her bed with a slight bounce. She didn’t need to see herself to strip naked and get on her bed. Her hands found her head again with ease.

Many, many things happened in her room in the following hour. Some things were only a moment of time, a mental snapshot of her view. Some things were what her mouth and tongue touched - some for much longer than others. Some things were what it felt like to have a headless body. Some things were what it felt like to be a helpless head. One of these things in particular was memorable beyond the others - her orgasms - but a remarkable number of slices of her bedroom bliss would dance in her head for weeks afterward.

Lauren wandered her body to the bathroom. Her head was placed in a precisely made nest of pillows on the bed and left behind. She realized she didn’t have to dry her hair if she took a shower like this, so she turned the water on.

“I might never wear my head at home again,” she murmured. Drowsiness and laziness combined slurred her speech. The water was warm, soothing. The pillows were cozy. Soaping up without seeing herself seemed complicated, so Lauren didn’t. She was out of the shower in minutes. She grabbed the towel from the door rack.

Then Lauren was certain her head fell asleep for a second. It had to be the explanation for what she felt. She couldn’t feel her body after grabbing the towel. It was a second or two she felt this eerie nothingness, then she could feel herself dabbing away water with the towel she grabbed. She was just tired, and needed to go to bed before she fell asleep standing up.

Lauren shuffled back to her room. Her dry-off with the towel was sluggish. Lauren had a fleeting thought: ‘Why does it feel like my arms are moving after I want them to?’ It was drowned in the chemicals of sleep she was fighting. She managed to reach the wide dresser with the mirror above it. She tugged the top drawers open. Lauren came close to giving up when she realized she had to look with her hands.

At that moment, Lauren’s head ‘did’ give up - she rolled her eyes, closed them, and sighed. She did not notice she couldn’t feel her body again. She felt comfortable in her pillow pedestal and started to drift asleep.

But also at that moment, Lauren’s body ‘did not’ give up - she was comfortable after the shower. She wanted to be in her pajamas and end a perfect night perfectly. She thought her eyes were closed. She didn’t hear her search, but she thought she was being quiet. A loose t-shirt and pajama pants were in the top drawers. Lauren closed them, then put on the PJs, and crawled slowly on the bed. She didn’t want to knock her head over.

Headless Lauren drifted off slowly. At times it felt like she was unconscious, but she would get a jolt - a twitch of her eyes, a swallow in her mouth, a crinkle of her brow - for a flash of a moment, and it would break her peace. She lost count of these jolts, but she didn’t notice that they faded out in time. She was carried to slumber by the images in her recent memories.

Lauren fell asleep a half hour after Lauren fell asleep. She did not know she had desynced her head from her body.

—To Be Continued—