“Mmmmmmm. What times is it?” Bernice groggily said. She had a splitting headache. She wanted nothing more than get back to sleep.

    Allowing her eyes to readjust, Bernice checked her surroundings for her body. Sure enough, about 50 yards away, sitting down on the soccer field next to Jessica and Penny. She hadn’t really gotten a good look at her body in a long while. She was normally 5’ 11”, but without her head ... she figured her body was about 5’5”. She never noticed before, but she had a particularly rectangular body shape, with very little bend in for her stomach. She had what she considered moderately-sized breasts: about a mid-range B-Cup, maybe a very small C-cup. She had on what her friends jokingly called the “typical white-girl outfit”: Jeans, brown Uggs, and a gray sweatshirt.

    The girls seemed to be communicating with her body through their cellphones, and her body appeared to be laughing, as evident by her chest heaving up and down.

    ‘That’s nice…’ Bernice thought, not registering that her body had been moving of its own free volition. ‘Now, more sleep………………..’