So Will and myself were following a very angry Emily, who was in pursuit of Greta the breast bandit(it has a nice ring to it). I had the red/blue blade stuffed into a duffel bag per Emily’s request. Was she going to slice her breasts off of Greta’s chest and reattach them to herself on the spot? I couldn’t help but imagine the sight, because it would be strangely erotic. Come to think of it, are body part swaps even possible? It certainly wasn’t mentioned in Jason’s letter, but then again, he may have simply just not had time to experiment that far.

I watched Emily frantically search the pool area of the rec center, then the weight room, then we waited outside while she checked the women’s locker room, each time coming up empty. I had never seen such a worried expression on the normally bubbly girl’s face, but I’d probably be acting the same way she did if someone had, say, stolen my dick. I can’t imagine that would be fun. Unless maybe if it were cut off with the green sword and Emily had it... No, bad Ted!

“UGH, where is she?” Emily cried.

“Guess she left, Will, try calling her.” I suggested.

He nodded and pulled his cellphone out of his pocket, dialed Greta and thankfully, she picked up, “Hey, babe, where you at? ... Your dorm, okay. .... Do you have, um, Emily’s... things? ... Okay, good. We’ll be there in a little bit, love ya!”

The two of us learned enough from listening to Will’s side of the conversation, so it was obvious that our next destination was the junior dorms. When we got there, we opened the door to Greta’s room, she was bent over with her back to us while shoving something under her bed, still wearing her bikini. She stood up and turned around, causing all three of our mouths to hang open. Emily’s breasts were indeed attached to Greta’s chest, and stuffed in Greta’s bikini top, which had to be two cup sizes too small, they looked like they could spill out at any moment.

“YOU’RE SUFFOCATING THEM!” Emily screamed. I believe she wasn’t as happy to see them on display like that as me or Will.

“You want for me to take this off?” Greta grinned, pointing to the bikini.

“Yeah!” Emily responded automatically, and then realized there were two guys in the room and changed her mind, “NO NO NO, NOT YET! You two, out, NOW!”

Emily took the blade out of my duffel bag and pushed us out of the room, slamming the door behind us. We waited in the hall for a few moments, and the door opens. Out walks a still flat chested Emily, holding a pillowcase with two distinct round bulges on the bottom.

“So, are those...” I begin to ask, pointing at the pillowcase.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to attach them until I got back to my dorm since I’m not wearing a bra.” she explained and began to walk off, adding, “Oh, yeah, Greta might need some help.”

Will and I looked at each other and walked into her room, finding Greta’s headless and breastless body lying motionless on the floor with her disembodied head sitting on its side a few feet away. “So it turns out people don’t like it when you steal their body parts.” she said.

“You don’t say...” Will said, picking her head up, “Say, wanna have a little fun before I put you back together.”

“I don’t see why not.” She smiled.

“And that’s my cue to leave!” I bid them farewell, put the sword back in my duffel bag, and went a few floors down to my room. Nothing else exciting happened, just did some homework, cut off my injured arm, and went to bed.



The next morning, I send a report to Jason, he seemed quite interested in the possibilities body part swaps brought to the table and asked me to keep on investigating the blades. The chance would unexpectedly present itself sooner than I thought it would. It started with Will and Greta paying a visit. Will asked for the red/blue blade, which I handed to him. Greta laid on my bed and Will sliced through her thighs just below the hips with the red side taking away the control of her legs, and followed it up by cutting through her waist, flipping the blade so her upper half went dormant. Finally, he placed the blade down and picked up his girlfriend’s short-shorts clad hips.

“So, she’s just a pair of hips now?” I asked.

“Yep,” he replied, grabbing a handful of her butt. She flexed her glutes in response, “You have class now, right? So can I just leave the rest of her here for a bit until we’re done?”

“Yeah, sure. You can trust me not to fondle her tits or anything.” I said. And he could trust me, who he couldn’t trust was Emily, who conveniently strolled in after Will said his goodbyes and left with Greta’s hips.

“Um, what’s going on here?” Emily asked upon seeing most of Greta on my bed. I filled her in. A sinister grin spread across her face, probably not a good sign, “Okay, cut me in half, red side up.”

“Why?”

“I’m stealing her top half!”

I shrugged, figuring there was no way Emily would let me refuse, and it would be interesting to see what would happen if you tried to attach another person’s head and brain. For science, as they say. Emily shoved Greta’s legs onto the floor and pushed her top half over so she had enough room to lay down next to it. I immediately set to work cutting through Emily’s waist, and with the job done, her eyes closed and her head lulled to the side while her lower half sat up.

“Well, here goes nothing.” I say to myself, lifting Greta’s upper half by the underarms and lining it up with Emily’s lower, pushing the two cuts together, and they joined.

Greta’s eyes shot open and she took in a deep breath. She took off her glasses and squinted her eyes, “Wow, Greta really is blind!”

“Oh, so it really is you in there, Em? What’s it like? Did you gain all of Greta’s knowledge since you’re using her brain?”

“It’s weird talking and hearing someone else’s voice come out,” she said, putting her glasses back on, “But I don’t really feel any different other than that and the blurry vision.”

“Well, Jason should appreciate that info.” I tell her, “I gotta go to class now, so have fun?”

“Hey, take me with you! I have Greta’s face, and her purse is over there, which should have her school ID!”

“Well, it’s certainly a better idea than trying to smuggle your head in again, so sure, whatever floats your boat.”

“Awesome,” she walked over to her original upper half, “It’s also weird looking at that... but anyways, let’s put it in my dorm so Greta can’t steal it back.”


After shoving Emily’s upper half into my duffel bag and dropping it off in her room, the two of us made our way to class. It was a lecture, much to Emily’s disappointment. She was hoping to be able to learn a magic spell two years in advance, but no such luck for her. Being an auditor, she was forced to sit in the back, where she idly tapped her finger against the desk while the professor lectured.

“...and the biggest problem with the Succubus is that it has an innate resistance to all offensive magic.” the professor said, “And it doesn’t help that they’re strong enough to lift a four door sedan. Now, they are not immune, it just takes an immense magical force to weaken them. No one has ever beaten one alone, so always remember, if you encounter a succubus, take evasive action until backup arrives...”

He continued to babble on about succubi, but it wasn’t holding my interest. I discretely unpocketed my cellphone and texted Will, hey em stole gretas upper half, to which he replied, lol.

After class ended, we decided to get lunch, so we headed over to the student union and picked out our meals. We both went for the pizza, which surprised me since Emily is usually quite weight-conscious. “It’s going to Greta’s stomach, so what do I care?” she laughed.

We ate our meals and wound up going back to my dorm room, where Will and Greta waited for us. Will had reattached Greta’s legs, so she was now a complete lower half, and she sat on my bed one leg crossed over the other, the foot on the ground tapping the floor impatiently.

“I take it she wants the rest of her back?” I asked.

“Yeah, that’d be dandy.” Will replied.

Emily sat down next to Greta and I took the blade and ran it through her waist. Will picked up Greta’s upper half and placed it on top of her lower, they sealed together and her eyes opened back up. “What a day, what a day!” she said. Her hands immediately shot to her stomach, “What on earth did she eat?!”

“Three slices of pizza.” I replied sheepishly.

“Ugh, I’m gonna be sick!” Greta moaned.

“Bad Em, BAD!” Will scolded Emily, who in her current form, couldn’t hear him.

“So, shall we be going, William?” Greta asked.

“Yeah, sure.” he replied.

“Oh, and don’t worry about me getting even,” Greta said “I guess that was only fair after I stole her boobs. And besides, well,” she giggled, “you’ll see.”

“Huh?” I wondered what she meant as the couple left the room. It always did worry me when Greta acted that way, because usually it meant something not nice was going to happen. It wasn’t until I turned back around until I realized what she meant in this particular instance. Emily’s lower half still sat on my bed, kicking her legs back and forth.

Her top half was all the way back in the freshman dorm, which meant I’d either have to leave her legs here, go to her dorm, bring her top half all the way back, or I could take her lower half with me to her dorm. Either way, I had no way of communicating what I intended to do, nor did I have any idea what was going on in her mind.

“Now what am I going to do with you?” I put my hands on my hips as I pointlessly ask Emily’s lower half.