Yuko and Erika were lounging at Yuko's kitchen table. They were gossiping and eating take-out food like typical college girls do.

"You have to tell me what happened at that mansion party," Erika said. Her eyes were transfixed on Yuko's face - her *second* face, on her *second* head, that was sitting on the table. "How did you get someone to - to, like...how?"

Yuko smiled with her original head on her body before stuffing her mouth with lo mein. She chewed as her bodiless head on the table responded. "Well, everyone had to chop off *something* to even enter the party. And if they got too far away from that part, the first person to grab it became the new owner." Yuko swallowed, then continued speaking from her birth head. "One woman had put her head - this head," she said, rocking the table head with her hand. "...on a table and it got knocked to the ground. It was wild, Erika; she had *both* of her friends' heads shoved in between her humongous tits at the time. One of the heads like, flew out from her cleavage and she kicked it, then she started crawling around to look for the missing heads while her friends were helpless, too. She crawled too far away, I stepped up to her head, and -boop!-"

Erika's jaw was dropped as Yuko laughed from both mouths. "Oh my God! What happened to her next? Does she...is she still headless?" Erika was shocked at the thought. She was touching her neck with curling fingertips.

"Probably?" "I left the scene before I saw what happened next." "I didn't want to get too greedy and lose it right away." "Or my cock that I was carrying." "Or have someone like her friends try to guilt-trip me into giving the head back." Each of her heads took turns speaking. The sentences came out slightly overlapping the end of the one before it. "You should have seen Kelly's face when she saw me with it." "You know what she started saying?" "Like, with -zero- hesitation?" "And being, like, dead serious?"

Erika shook her head, then let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding in. She was thankful she had a head to shake. Sure, decapitating herself was fun, but it never crossed her mind that she could be *stuck* headless, with nothing but a neck stump to show for it. "No, what did she say?"

"She said, 'Give it to me.' One hand holding her head, the other palm out like I was her delivery driver and the head that I just got was *hers*." Yuko put orange chicken in the mouth that finished speaking and continued chewing the lo mein in the other.

"Okay, first off, you're joking, and second, she chopped her head off, too?" Erika was back to being wide-eyed and enraptured. She finally remembered she had food to eat and dug in.

One of Yuko's heads swallowed. "No joke. I was stunned. I was like, uh, no, it's mine? And I forget what she said after that but I just handed her my wine glass and said I needed to use the bathroom." Another mouthful of food went in, the other mouth swallowed. "There were a lot of people who chose their heads. Can't walk if a leg is chopped off. Can't carry drinks if you're missing an arm. The people that did that stuff struggled a lot."

Erika sat back and let the silence spin out. She was conflicted. "I'm not sure if I'm glad or sad I couldn't go. The risk versus reward is just bonkers."

"Yeah, there was over 100 people there, easy. Saw a dude missing his head - his girlfriend was the one to get it." "And some woman was panicked over misplacing her *pussy*. She could feel it for like ten minutes from what I saw, so it took a while for anyone to find it..." "...but the -second- someone found it, everyone heard her scream that she couldn't feel it anymore." "Nobody knew who got it except whoever that lucky winner was."

"Jesus Christ, you couldn't pay me to detach my pussy in a place like that. I'd probably still choose my arm over my head, though. That's just...wow."

"Yeah, I know, right?" "I got pretty lucky."

"What about Kelly? Obviously you didn't give her the head you won. Did she get anything?"

Yuko got quiet. Her heads looked each other in the eyes. One of them winced. "Well, when I came back from the bathroom..." "Kelly tried to take my new head by force." She waited for Erika to say anything, hoping to delay having to actually say it. Silence. Yuko continued. "She missed..." "...dropped her head..."

Erika gasped.

"...she accidentally kicked it..."

"No!"

"...it rolled down the stairs..."

Erika was gripping the table with white-knuckled fingers. Her mouth was a gaping O. She was on the edge of her seat, waiting. But Yuko had stopped talking. "And?! What happened to Kelly after her head rolled down the stairs?!?"

As if on cue, Kelly's door opened. Yuko's back was to the door, and she didn't turn around. She sighed and looked awkwardly away. Erika leaned back and looked to Kelly's room. She gasped, then almost screamed; her hands clamped over her mouth.

Kelly stepped out of her room a foot past the doorframe. She was wearing an all-black outfit that screamed goth; black lace, black skirt showing off most of her thighs, black corset over a black top over a black push-up bra that jacked up her impressive breasts, black veil-thin cardigan, black choker.

But where Kelly's smug resting bitchface framed by her dyed red hair should have been was...nothing at all. Her neck ended in a straight line. She was decapitated.

"Yuko...where is her head?"

"Well, saying 'her head' would imply that she, you know..." "...has a head."

Kelly walked a few steps forward with her arms raised like a novice ballerina. She stopped, nearly losing her balance. She turned away from the girls and shuffled onwards, eventually bumping into the far wall. One hand capped her headless neck as the other waved in front of her. She found the bathroom, entered it, and closed the door.

"You mean when her head rolled down the stairs..."

"Yep. Don't even know who got it." "By the time I got down the stairs after her, Kelly was rolling on the ground alone and her head was gone." "She doesn't have a head anymore."

"Yuko, you can't just leave her like this!"

"And I'm not! She has a collar they gave her for free to be able to see and hear." "She has money to buy something better if she wants it. It's not up to me to force her to do anything."

"But, you, you know..." Erika trailed off, wringing her hands together. "You don't need two heads."

"What does *my* number of heads have to do with *her* problem?" "A problem she got herself into by trying to steal my head in the first place?" "Sorry, Erika. I'm not going to reward her terrible behavior." "Or she'll never fucking learn."

Yuko wasted no time in putting the last bit of food in her mouth on her body. She gathered up the trash from her order and got up to throw it away. Her blonde head with blue eyes kept going. "She hasn't even offered to buy this head, or make a trade. Hell, not only has she not bought another better sensory device, she refuses to wear the one that they gave her. She's been giving me - and herself - the silent treatment, like she expects me to just plop my head on her neck and apologize to *her*."

Erika opened and closed her mouth as if to speak, but what could she say? This was what Kelly always did. She expected everything to be hers, that everything should go her way. "You're right, Yuko. I just feel bad. She's *headless*."

"Thank you. And you don't have to feel bad for her. Do you think she would feel bad for you if it went the other way?"

"Oh fuck no she wouldn't. Oh. I...yeah. it's just..."

Erika was interrupted by the flushing toilet and the waltz of the broken Barbie. Watching her walk around...blind, deaf, unbalanced...even under such heavy disability, Erika saw Kelly overacting. The way she stomped her feet - not even walking, just mashing in place - to make sure people she couldn't see heard her before making a show of scraping at her neck. The calculated pause as Kelly stood there, waiting for some type of touch or confirmation. The sudden change to a quick walk to the kitchen (and easily balanced steps, somehow) to grab the table, *then* step forward again and scrape it on the ground, *then* putting her hips against it and leaning over it like she had walked into it instead.

Yuko picked up her blonde head before Kelly could knock it off the table. "Still feel bad?" "You could always give her your head, you know."

Erika slid her chair back to get up. They watched as Kelly stood straight and staggered backwards. Erika avoided her senseless walk. "No thanks. I'm more of a trading type, you know? And she doesn't have the part I'm looking for."

"Oh? Are you suggesting you'd trade your head?"

"For the right head? Maybe. Unlike Kelly, I'm rather attached to mine."

"I'll give you the blonde for it." "Yeah, look at these eyes, they could be yours."

Erika stared at Yuko for a moment. She opened her mouth to speak when they heard the front door unlock.

Kelly was standing there. 'hey, look at me, I'm gonna leave like this, you should stop me.' She stepped back and opened the door to the hallway of the apartment building. She turned her body as though she was looking around to see who noticed. Then she loudly turned the bolt lock - locked, unlocked, locked, unlocked - and waited again.

"Are you going to stop her?"

"Are you going to give me that beautiful head of yours for this blonde or not?"

Erika thought about it. She looked back at Kelly - that dumb, headless bitch - then back to Yuko. "I want the cock and balls, too."

Neither of them looked as Kelly actually wandered into the hall and closed the door behind her.

"Only if I get one of your pierced nipples - with the piercing."

"Only if I also get your unpierced nipple."

"Fine. Let me use it one more time before I give it up." Yuko turned to her bedroom and was surprised to hear footsteps following her. "Oh, I was...just gonna..."

"No you aren't. I want to feel how a girl fucks with a cock so I know what I'm doing with it later. Put it in me, Yuko. Don't make me ask, because I won't be able to." Before Yuko could respond, Erika grabbed a handful of her own hair and yanked up. Her head separated from her body and dangled madly from her clawed fingers. Her intense gaze cracked out like a blown fuse. Her seductive smile withered like autumn leaves in hyperspeed. Her head flew as Erika threw it in the vague direction of Yuko's bed. She lost her balance and fell into Yuko's arms.

(That head isn't mine anymore...Yuko hasn't given me her part of the deal yet...I'm just like Kelly for now...I'm more than beheaded...fuck...I'm headless)

As Erika got thrown onto the bed next to her former head and stripped by Yuko, Kelly stubbornly wandered further down the hallway.

(They won't leave me headless forever. They'll feel bad and give up eventually. They're probably coming to get me right now. I'm sure of it.

Any second now.

They have to.

I don't deserve this.)

The delusional headless girl continued her mindless useless stroll down the hall until desperation set in. It took quite a lot longer for her to find her own apartment again.