Julie was over at my place again. It seems like she’s been here more nights than she hasn’t. Well, part of her, at least. She tends to either be headless or just her head.
I can probably count on one hand - no, wait, maybe two hands - all the times she’s been whole since we started dating three months ago. Either I go to her place and she gives me her head when I’m leaving, or her roommate takes her head when I arrive and leaves me with her headless body. Recently, she’s been getting dropped off at my house without her head at all. Today was a change of pace - she drove herself and came in in one piece.
“Good, you can hear me *and* try this on,” I said, handing her a box from Amazon that arrived the day before. “Go see how this fits, will you?”
Julie skipped into my bedroom to get changed. After a minute, I heard her call out to me.
”What is it, hon?” I replied.
She stepped out of my room. She was dressed in the tight-fitting black pants, matching black zip-up sweater, and black latex gloves. Her top was barely zipped closed. She was taunting me with her never-ending cleavage.
”The top, babe. The zipper doesn’t stop at my neck.” She stepped closer. “If I were to close this all the way, there wouldn’t be a hole for my head.”
I stared at her jiggling chest, pretending I was examining the zipper. “Oh yeah, I remember now! It’s made that way because you aren’t supposed to have your head when you wear it.”
I looked to her face. She was smirking at me. “You would get something like this, pervert.” She turned to walk to her bag.
”Hold on there,” I said.
“What? I’m just getting my Sonic Knife so you can slice off my head.”
”I know you were. I have something different this time.”
She stopped crouching down to her bag. “Oh?” Her eyes were gleaming as she looked at me and stood straight again.
I grabbed the somewhat large square cloth beside me and stood up. Without a word or moment of pause to explain, I swished the cloth in the air above her head. It flicked out horizontally and floated down onto her head, covering it completely.
She giggled. Other than a quick shuffle of her feet, she stood straight and still.
I took a breath in. I focused. I pictured the result I wanted in my mind. When I became confident of the outcome I wanted, I snapped my fingers. The cloth suddenly started to float down again. It stopped dropping when it reached her shoulders.
Julie felt the cloth move. She reached up to it and started to feel it. Several seconds passed before she realized it was laying across her shoulders where her neck and head should have been. She rapidly moved her hands against and across the blanked expanse.
I grabbed the cloth and snatched it away. The magic trick had worked! Julie’s head and neck had vanished.
She probed and prodded the vacant space between her shoulders. She swayed slightly back and forth as her hands gripped and slid for the parts of her body he had made disappear.
I didn’t watch for long - I grabbed the zipper of her sweater. I tugged slightly. She stopped swiping her hands around uselessly and got her arms out of the way. I zipped her up (being slow and careful and greedy as I pulled the zipper around the curve of her breasts - she pressed her chest into me as I did so). I brought the zipper all the way up until I passed completely over where her neck had been only a minute before. The sweater was closed. None of Julie’s skin was visible.
She patted the closed top of her top, then slid her hands down her body, hugging her curves as she gyrated in place. She made her hands into a heart shape and extended her arms in my general direction (her angle was a little off, but she tried her best). She started losing her balance and overcompensated her lean backwards. It sent her just a step back into the wall behind her. Julie shuddered a bit; it was her silent laughter at her own clumsiness.
“I take it you like your new outfit?”
Julie put her hands in front of her and grasped the air. She took a couple steps this way. I put myself in front of her. When her hands found me, she hugged me. I held her like that for a while. Eventually she slid back. I took her hand. We sat on the couch and cuddled. The afternoon was spent in almost perfect relaxation.
Almost perfect? Well, yeah! How well could you relax if you knew that you didn’t know the magic trick to make your girlfriend’s head reappear?
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