My hand hesitantly hovered over Emily's thigh. I needed to get her attention somehow, seeing as how she lacked her upper half, but it was hard to find a way that didn't seem molest-y given what parts of her remained. In the end, I decided on poking her knee with my index finger, which seemed to startle her. She went from happily swinging her legs to jumping up off the bed and onto her feet. Emily took a few careful steps, most likely, she needed to relearn how to walk again for this new form, so I hooked a finger through a beltloop on the side of her shorts to help guide her and give her balance. Perhaps it was because she already had experience walking headless, or maybe it was because she had no head and therefore no perspective issues, but she seemed to become adept at walking as just a lower half fairly quickly.

"Well, here goes nothing..." I psyched myself up and pulled Emily along out into the hallway. It was getting late, so I hoped most people would be in their rooms winding down with some TV or internet rather than socializing.

Thankfully, my hunch was correct and the hallways were vacant. Emily was doing a good job of keeping up with me, though I had to wonder how she felt. Did she feel scared or self conscious about being seen like this? Best not to think about it and get her back to her dorm as soon as possible. We did encounter a few passersby when I took her outside, and understandably, they gawked at Emily. I would just smile and wave with my free hand, trying my hardest to keep the same pace so as not to freak out Emily.

Finally, we arrived at the freshman dorms and encounter a problem. During the day, the dorm buildings are generally left unlocked, but at night, they locked them up. We would have to wait for a straggler to let us in, one who didn't seem to think anything of welcoming a strange upperclassman and the lower half of a girl into the building. Probably not happening. Alternatively, I spied a bulge in Emily's back pocket. I prayed it was her keys, because I was going in. I slowly reached my hand for that pocket, knowing that there was no way I wasn't going to get any incidental contact with that cute, round little butt. I slid my fingertips in and it caused her, and in turn me, to jump in surprise and pull my hand back. She seemed to understand what I was trying to do, though, because she wiggled her hips back and forth a few times, which I supposed was her way to invite me to get her keys out. I slid my fingers in again and she didn't move this time, allowing me to retrieve her keys. Sadly, that was the closest thing I've gotten to any action all year.

With the keys in my hand, I unlocked the door and put my finger through her belt loop again, guiding Emily to her room. Another problem reared its ugly head in the form of the staircase. I remembered how much trouble Greta's legs had with them and figured it would be no different for Emily. I wanted to get her back in one piece as soon as possible, so having her stumble up the stairs was something I just didn't have time for. Instead, I placed both hands on her hips and lifted her up placed her on my shoulders, she was quite light, thankfully. Emily seemed surprised at first, but went along with it, even going so far as to gently jab the sides of my chest with her feet. If she had a mouth, I'd imagine she would have said giddy up.

I ran up the stairs and down the hall as fast as I could. I think someone saw me, but figured I sped by too fast for them to get a good look. Seconds later, I arrive at Emily's room, unlock the door, step in and close it behind us. I took two steps, all that was necessary in such a small room, and lifted Emily off of my shoulders and gently placed her on her bed in a seated position. She swung her legs up onto the bed and rolled over onto her front, she bent her knees and began to playfully kick her legs back and forth.

"You're drivin' me crazy, girl..." I thought out loud. I sat down on the bed, and Emily must have felt my weight hit the mattress, because she reacted by rolling back over and sat up. She scooted over next to me and began to nudge my leg with one of hers. She was trying to tell me something, that much was obvious, what I needed to know was what. Was this whole display her way of trying to tell me she wanted to have sex like this? She had never shown any interest in my romantically or sexually before, so why now? Maybe she was simply trying to get me to put her back together. As desperately as I wanted to give in to my urges, if I was going to make a move, I wanted to be one hundred percent certain it was welcome, and since Emily had no mouth to give consent with, I chickened out. I just didn't want to risk becoming a rapist, you know?

I stood up and dropped to my knees, dragging Emily's upper half out from under her bed and picked it up. I pressed it against her lower half, and she gasped as her four missing senses were returned to her.

"Oh, you restored me..." she said, the disappointment in her voice was unmistakable.

"I, uh..." My face was pointed at hers, though my pupils were shifted off to the side, it felt too awkward to make eye contact. I couldn't just ask if she wanted to fuck. I wanted to, but it just didn't feel right. Instead I said, "I have to go now, bye."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, you bet."

And with that, I left her room. "Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot..." I repeatedly mumbled the entire way back to my own dorm. I blew it. I had a golden opportunity to escape the Friend Zone, and I blew it. I started wishing the swords that sat in my room were of the non-magical variety so I could commit seppuku with them.


It was the next day, Friday, thank god, and I had just finished my last class of the week. Will's cousin, who was a student at the graduate school for soldiers, had invited our foursome over for drinks, so I was currently getting ready for that, getting a quick shave in and whatnot. Now, Will's cousin's girlfriend would also be there. Will and Greta would be there. Emily and I would be there. The six of us, two couples and a pair of friends who shared an extremely awkward moment the night before, alone with alcohol and magic blades. It was obviously one of Will's schemes to help me get laid, but the timing for this one was terrible. Because we were dealing with a family member of the group, I felt comfortable bringing the swords along. He would also be serving booze to underage college kids, and no doubt there would be some mildly illegal potions involved, so if worse comes to worse, I can blackmail him to keep quiet about them. It also helped that they rented a house together just off campus, so we didn't have to worry about RA's poking around.



"Come on, Em, help him out" Will said, trying to hold back his laughs.

"Please! *ribbit*." Yes, ribbit. The girls thought it would be funny to lace our drinks with a potion that turned us into frog/human hybrids, the only cure for which was a kiss from a princess. Will and his cousin, Gerald, had already received kisses from their princesses, so they were normal. Meanwhile, I had green, warty skin, webbed fingers and toes, and a frog's face, complete with a throat that expanded with every breath.

"I dunno... what if I get warts?" Emily joked. I stared at her pleadingly(at least I hoped it looked that way, it was hard to know how to emote with froggy eyes) and she finally laughed and leaning in, smooching my cheek. My skin started turning tan, my digit-webbing receded, and my face returned to normal.


"Much better, thank, Em!" I said. We both kind of stared at each other for a minute. Sure, it was just a kiss on the cheek for the purpose of curse removal, but given last night, well, how could we not feel super awkward about it?

"Okay, ladies, you had your fun, but now it's our turn!" Gerald announced to the girls. The family resemblance between him and Will was unmistakable, same color hair, similar facial features, he was a bit taller, though.

"You had better not try to come back with that stupid Sleeping Beauty potion again!" Gerald's girlfriend, Chelsea teased. She was what we like to refer to as "fun-size", meaning she was a particularly attractive petite girl. Cute face, shoulder length black hair, perky little boobs.

"This surprise is gonna be so awesome, you&'ll lose your head over it!" Will said. Very subtle, Will.

"Okay, we just need you to sit down on this couch here, and whatever you do don't turn around," Gerald instructed.

The girls complied and each took a seat on the couch, which wasn't against a wall, rather set in the middle of the large room, dividing the living and dining room areas, while I unzipped the duffel bag with the swords. I picked up the green blade and stood behind Emily, Will grabbed the blue/red blade and stood behind Greta, and Gerald with the purple blade, stood behind Chelsea. While Greta and Emily obviously knew what was about to happen(at the very least, they didn't know which blade would cut them), this would be an all new experience for Chelsea. I only hoped her body wouldn't react the same way Greta's legs did.

"Okay," I began the countdown, "3...2...1!"