Melody - Four


Miranda was talking about gossip, and Melody tried her best to feign interest, but everything seemed like the volume was turned down - next to what she'd experienced, and what Steve had told her, everything else just seemed so... empty. It was like falling in love in a way - nothing else really compared to this drive she'd occupied herself with.
Miranda stopped at a traffic light, and asked her if she was all right.
"Yea, I'm fine. It's just, I dunno. I've got to find out more about this. Don't you want to?"
"Yea, I guess it couldn't hurt. Hey, when we get back to my house, we'll try it."
"Yea. Try it."
Miranda smirked, and said, "Just don't get your hopes too far up. I don't want you to go back to sulking when you find out you're only human."
"I'll try."
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Melody got out of the car and yawned. There was a warm breeze, not so odd for Atlanta, even in March, and it was a sparkling cloudless night. For some reason it reminded her of a brief fling she'd had with a fairly beautiful young boy named Samir. Samir was in college now, all the way up at some liberal arts school in Oregon.
Miranda opened the door to her house. Her parents, she explained, were out for the weekend, and Melody could stay the night if she wanted. Melody reluctantly accepted, figuring that drinking pretty much means you stay in one place. She called her parents and left a message on the answering machine, even though she knew her parents were home.
It was 11:30 as Miranda uncovered a bottle of red wine from the basement. She poured two glasses, and handed Melody one of them.
"To magic," Melody raised her glass.
"To magic," Miranda countered.
They both took a sip. It was Australian wine, which was, by definition, good. Melody smiled, a little bit more relaxed. It wouldn't take her long to get tipsy, she thought. She was slightly built, only 110 pounds, while Miranda was just a little bit more at 120. Miranda threw her head back suddenly, and let out a laugh, spreading her auburn hair around like it was a shampoo commercial.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just a thought."
"Well what was it?"
"Let's say an idea. If it works."
Melody let out a crooked grin.
"So let's see then." She put down her wine glass. "How should we start?"
"I don't know. You think you can do magic on yourself?"
"I don't see why not."
"Uh... Okay. You start."
Melody didn't respond, just stared off at air molecules, searching for an idea to begin with.
"Got a cloth?"
"You don't need one."
"But I want to. Wouldn't want to spoil the effect, would I?"
"Guess not." Miranda got up and walked into the kitchen and returned with a large red napkin. "This work?"
"Why not." Melody took the napkin, and tied it around her wrist.
"Here goes nothing," she said, and gave the napkin a yank.
Melody emitted a squeal of both surprise mixed with delight as her hand detached and fell into her lap
"Oh god, it worked." Mumbled Miranda in a fusion of amazement and horror.
"What?"
"You. That's what. I get to look forward to years of waking up with no head, hands or legs. You realize, you have the ultimate practical joke at your disposal?"
"Wow. Hadn't thought of that before. This is gonna be great."
"God."
"Well, your turn. You try it."
"My only hope, I guess."
Melody just smiled as Miranda took the napkin and frowned at it for a moment. Then she stretched out her leg and covered her knee. In an instant she whisked the napkin away and, much to her own surprise, vanished her knee completely. Her severed lower leg feel to the carpet with a muffled thump.
"See? It's not that hard. And just like Steve said. Instinctive."
"Wow. Well, at least this way I can get revenge for... whatever you do."
"So, what now?"
"Well, for starters, lets make sure we can restore ourselves. I don't want to end up stuck like this."
"Good point." Melody walked her severed hand around in a circle and back to her, where she picked it up again. "Lets try this without a cloth," she giggled, and stuck her hand back on her wrist. It stuck fast, as if nothing had ever happened.
Meanwhile, Miranda reached down and picked up her leg.
"Wait - without a knee how can I stick this back on?"
"Well, you could disappear your leg and then put the whole thing back on."
"Works for me." Miranda wrapped her leg in the napkin, just barely big enough to cover it, and it vanished altogether. She paused again, realizing that the napkin wouldn't be big enough to cover all of what she needed to restore. She shrugged, and stared at her stump and immediately, it seemed to grow. Suddenly, she had a knee again, then her shin extended out from that, and finally her foot, still wearing her Teva sandal.
"Cool," said Melody.
"Thanks." Miranda took a sip of wine, and Melody did the same.
"So now what?"
"I don't know."
"You said you had an idea."
"I do. Later though. You think of something, and we'll try that. It'll be worth it, I promise."
"Okay. Well. I want to be headless again."
"All right. I don't especially, but I'll humor you. How should this work?"
"Well, give me that bag right there. We'll use it, just for effect."
"Effect. Gotcha." Miranda picked up a cloth Wellspring bag and handed it to Melody. Melody stuffed her head in the bag, and immediately removed it. Once again, all the sounds in the room that she'd never noticed - the ticking of her watch, the fish tank gurgling, the cars outside, all vanished. She reached up to feel her neck, and realized that had disappeared as well. Her skin was just skin - no neck, not even a trace that there ever was one.
Melody felt Miranda's hand on hers, pulling gently. Cautiously, she stood up, and followed Miranda's lead as she took a couple steps, in absolute empty, the most perfect void imaginable - this was darker than closing her eyes, there wasn't even dark, not even black to see, she simple was not seeing. There was nothing. Silence meaning actual silence without the rush of blood through her ears, and she had no mouth, no nose, and it didn't feel like she was breathing. It was creepy in that respect, but she figured it was magic anyway, her body would take care of everything.
Again, Miranda led her in what felt like a circle, and sat her back down on the couch. Melody felt the cloth brush her hand, and thought "No," but there was no way to say it. Instead she raised her left hand and made a thumb's down sign. Then she pointed to her neck, as if to say, "I like this." Miranda seemed to understand, and didn't restore her head.
Instead, Melody felt the bag around her left hand. In a moment, it had enveloped most of her arm. Quickly, the feeling subsided into nothing, and with a twinge of excitement, Melody realized Miranda had just vanished her entire arm. She considered resisting, but opted instead to surrender, figuring this would be more interesting.
Melody then felt the bag closing around her right arm, accompanied by the same feeling of absence, leaving her nothing more than some legs with a torso on them.
Miranda took hold of her shoulder, and assisted her in standing up. A though suddenly occurred to Melody that should she get uncomfortable with this, which she highly doubted, she could always regenerate in the same way she'd seen Miranda bring back her leg.
Again, Miranda led her in a small walk around the room. Her balance was a little shakier, with no arms to balance, but Miranda held tightly enough to her to make sure she never fell. Once more they returned to the sofa.
Melody wondered what was next, and as an answer, felt the bag, or something, envelope her upper body. It was a very large bag, and she felt it extend all the way down to her waist. Then, she felt the same sudden empty as before, only on a much more grand scare. Melody immediately knew what had happened - she was now nothing more than some legs and hips, her body simply ended at the waist. This time, instead of standing her up, Miranda sort of scooped her up and set her down on the floor. Melody imagined how light she must be by now, and with Miranda's muscular build (a detail she'd appreciated during their body switch), it was probably no trouble at all for her to carry her around anyway she pleased. Feeling Miranda's hands steadying her hips, Melody carefully took a step. Then another. She quickly found how different her center of gravity was, and in a way, it was easier to move, yet harder, just because it was so alien. She felt very light - she could probably jump three or four feet into the air - and at the same time realized her legs were almost too powerful like this - she could easily outrun her sense of balance. With Miranda's guidance, she completed another tour of the room, and again got set down on the sofa.
Before she could even wonder what was next, Melody felt a different cloth, perhaps a bed sheet, covering her legs. In another quick instant, the feeling faded into the same void, and Melody struggled to perceive what was left of her. This question was immediately answered, though, as she feel Miranda's hands cradling her ass - She realized that by the swaying she sensed, her legs were both gone completely. She was only a pair of hips. It was simply delightful, she thought, for everything to be so simple. A devious thought crossed her mind, and she wondered what it would be like to have sex like this. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, she thought.
Miranda carried her around a little bit, then set her down on something hard and firm, probably a table. A few minutes passed. Just her and her thoughts. And her ass.
Then she felt Miranda's delicate hands scoop her up again, and she slid against something else. Then - nothing. She couldn't feel herself anymore in any way at all. She realized with a minor sense of panic, that completely disappeared like this, there was no way she could regenerate herself. She was just gone, completely. Like Suzie.
Melody knew Miranda wouldn't forget about her, though. She did suddenly feel something, a slight tingle, even though she could tell that she didn't have a body at all, some tickle of life threatened her abyss, and then in one orgasmic moment, she felt everything, every part of her popping back into existence at once. It was such a rush that she almost fainted.
Still dizzy, Melody opened her eyes. She looked up at Miranda's beaming face, and just said, "Thanks."
Miranda said, "Your welcome. Was my pleasure."
Melody suddenly noticed something. Miranda was wearing her shorts. Suddenly she understood what had happened. She found confirmation in looking down to her waist, and finding Miranda's denim shorts there instead of her cargo shorts. Yet, her legs were unmistakably her own.
"You were right. I do think you have a cute ass,” laughed Miranda.
"Cute. Well, it's your turn, then."
"Aww.. Well, fair is fair."
"If you get too uncomfortable, just regenerate, like you did before."
"I though about that. I think you know what you're doing though. Let's hope at least."
"Okay. Just give me a starter."
"I'm clueless. But I'd like to keep my head, at least for a little while."
"If you want." Melody beamed as she suddenly found her idea. "Be right back."
"Take your time."
Melody returned with a large plastic bin, that Miranda used to keep stuffed animals in, until she transferred them to the closet. It was big round and purple, and now only served as a coffee table. Both girls took a sip of wine, and agreed to begin.
Melody lifted up Miranda's leg, and set her hands on her foot. She quickly twisted it to the right, and with a slightly cartoon-like popping sound it came free. She threw the foot over her shoulder into the bin. Next, she grabbed the other foot, and simply pulled straight out, producing a sound not unlike Velcro tearing. Miranda let out a giggle, realizing the effects only as limited as the imagination.
Melody turned her attention to Miranda's two feet, sitting at the bottom of the bin. She concentrated for a moment, and the feet began to appear softer, like clay, and slowly began to almost melt. Drops started forming, and with a wicked smile, Melody realized that from her viewpoint on the couch, Miranda couldn't see what was happening.
"Ok, that's really weird. Melody, I can feel my toes, well, dripping off my feet."
"Cool, huh?"
"In a bizarre way, yes, it is."
Her feet continued to melt this way, until all that remained was a single flesh colored pool at the bottom of the bin.
Melody turned around back to Miranda, and grabbed each leg with one hand. She squeezed right above Miranda's knee, and both legs became softer, until they pinched off completely. She dropped both legs into the bin, and again, watched them melt into the pink puddle of Miranda.
"This is really cool. I mean, you'd love this - it's like every part of my legs are touching some other part. I can still feel them. It's awesome."
Melody next took hold of Miranda's hand, and gently plucked it from her wrist, repeating the same for the other hand. Then, instead of tossing in her hands, Melody set them aside.
Miranda said, "Um... wait. Itch," and uselessly pressed her stump against a mosquito bite on her arm, yet nothing happened.
"A little help?"
"Please."
Melody snatched both arms and dropped them into the bin. They instantly dissolved, deepening the pool of girl.
"Okay!" Melody snickered at Miranda. "Hey!"
Melody grabbed on of Miranda's hands, which was trying to sneak off. She then picked up the other one as well, and stuck both hands on Miranda's shoulders, in place of her arms. Miranda flexed her hands, as she bent her neck to look at them.
"Well, it's original. But you got my hands on the wrong sides."
"Yea... I meant to do that,” said Melody sarcastically. She again set to work on Miranda, taking hold of her hips, which she suddenly realized were her own, and pulled them out from under Miranda, who slipped backwards on the couch, now lacking Melody's ass to support her.
Melody gave her ass a quick squeeze.
"Whoa now."
"Hey, this is my rear. I can do what I want with it," said Miranda, rubbing her cheek to her ass.
"I could make a really bad pun there."
"Yea. You could." Melody gave 'herself' a quick and special poke, causing Miranda to squeak, "Too far!" She dropped her hips into the tub, and they mixed with the rest of everything.
Melody gently moved Miranda onto her back, so that she could finish her up.
"Wow. Have you lose weight?"
"Cute. Very cute."
Melody lifted Miranda's shirt up a bit to expose her stomach. Miranda had hard firm abs, a by-product of running track.
"These are sexy. I kind of like... Want them," grinned Melody.
"Oh god. I can see it now, we'll get so mixed up, and we'll never again know who is who."
Melody just laughed, and pushed down with two fingers, making a line above Miranda's abs. As she did this, her stomach separated from the rest of her, leaving only Miranda's head, shoulders, tits, and two hands for arms. Melody haphazardly dropped in Melody's tummy.
"This is weird. But I feel really cute. Can I get a sip of wine?"
"Sure." Melody sat down on the couch and lifted Miranda up and set her miniaturized form on her own lap. Then she raised Miranda's glass to her lips and gave her a large gulp.
"Thanks."
"Any time." Melody took a sip of her own glass. "Okay. Back to work."
Miranda groaned, but Melody could tell she was really enjoying this. Miranda and Melody were really very similar, and with two names such as theirs, friends often got them confused. Also, Melody's dyed red hair was very close to Miranda's auburn shade, though Miranda usually let her hair down, while Melody pulled it back in a variety of ways.
Melody took grasp of Miranda's hands, and unscrewed them from their sockets. It was really quite amusing, accompanied by a metal-sounding squeal. Miranda giggled, as Melody tossed each hand in with the rest.
"Okay. Now, sweetie, come the tits."
"Aww. Well, why not. I've told you before, everything in there is just so... together. It's an amazing feeling."
"Sex like that might be fun."
Miranda burst out laughing, giving Melody a chance to yank off her head.
"So. Tits or head?"
Miranda renewed her hysterics, and Melody shrugged, and dropped her breasts into the pool. As Miranda calmed down a little, Melody sat back down, holding Miranda's head tucked under her arm, and said, "You look adorable like this. I want to just take you home and keep you as a pet."
Miranda blushed a little, and said, "Can I get a little more wine? Being in your control is a little bit nerve-racking."
Melody laughed and tilted Miranda's head back, raised up her glass, and poured a slow trickle of wine into her throat.
"Wow. I feel so... little." Here, another thought, maybe for later, occurred to Melody.
"Okay. Might as well finish up." Melody scooped up Miranda's head and took a step over to the bin.
"What are you waiting for? Drop me!"
"Well, first, lets just say, I'm not done yet, so don't restore yourself after this."
"Yea, I got that feeling. You could keep this up forever."
"Nah, cause I want you to do something to me."
"Well, that."
"Anyway, I've got an idea. You're gonna love this feeling. Melody concentrated on Miranda's head the same way she had with her feet. Slowly, she felt her getting softer, until her head began to lose form, yet still stay together. Melody was reminded of some demonstration in chemistry, but couldn't remember what this was called. She began to squeeze Miranda's head, stretching her out, balling her up, all the while she melted more and more.
"This is SO COOL!" said Miranda's voice, though Melody couldn't imagine how she could talk.
It was getting harder and harder to keep Miranda out of the pool below. Melody lost a loose blob of auburn mixed with something - maybe her ear, and it oozed down into the pool below. Giving up, Miranda spread her fingers, allowing the molasses-like head to drip through, until Miranda was completely reduced to a pool that filled up almost half of the plastic bin.
"Can you hear me?" Melody asked.
There was no response.
Melody sat for a moment trying to decide what she should do next. And in a moment, she had it. Removing her shoes, Melody scooted her ass up onto the side of the bin, and twisted herself over. She swung herself around to face inwards, and dipped her toe into Miranda. Miranda's liquefied form was warm, as Melody guess it would be. Slowly, cautious not to make a splash, she slid forward, off the side of the bin, until she was standing about knee-deep in Miranda. It was very cool - touching the liquid felt like water, but at the same time felt like skin. It was perhaps even more sensual than disappearing completely. Melody reminder herself to try this sometime with a guy.
Taking hold of the side, Melody closed her eyes and concentrated, this time on herself.
Instantly, she found she had to support herself with only her arms, and looking down, she found that she was no longer solid below her knees, the stumps of her legs hovering just inches above the surface. Yet, she also felt an even more sensual touch around her feet and lower legs - it was as if they were in every place of themselves, and more - she could feel Miranda, presumably, brushing against them in every way, inside and out.
Her arms began to give way, and she lowered herself into the liquid again, this time, it came up almost to her tits. Bracing her arms against the sides of the bin, she again concentrated, and once again found herself supported only by her arms pushing against the sides of the walls. By now she was much lighter, and it was very easy to support herself - all she had were her tits and head, which despite her C-size, wasn't too much a problem.
After taking a few breaths, she suddenly felt like another sip of wine. Smiling to herself, Melody walked her way up the bin to the top, then swinging herself up, on top of her arms, perched as if they were legs, then swung around to the other side of wall, finding that she could rotate her shoulder itself rather than be forced to move her whole arm. Magic was fun this way, she thought, and without the assistance of her arms, spun her head around in a complete circle.
Then, with a couple more acrobatics (she really was much lighter than she expected to be), Melody was again slouched over on the couch, scooping up her wine glass and taking a long slow sip.
After this, she made her way back to above the bin, and lowered herself in once again, until once again she was braced against opposing walls of the tub, perched above Miranda and most of herself. By declining the pressure against each wall, she let herself slid down into the liquid again, and found she didn't have to worry about drowning, for she was, in fact, floating on the surface. Also, she realized she didn't even have lungs, and wasn't breathing, though she could still talk if she wanted. Melody figured this was why so little was known - magic didn't obey logic in the least – it was purely a creature of imagination.
Figuring she should have a little more fun, Melody reached up and took hold of her head. Then, in a violent jerking motion, she ripped it clean from her neck, accompanied by a loud tearing sound. It was perfect, she thought. Tilting her head to look down on herself, she marveled at her predicament - and giggled at the sight of herself. Inspired by another impulse of creativity, she held her head by her hair, pulled back into a simple ponytail, and with her free hand reached down and grabbed a tit. She pulled, and it popped off, and shifted to a perfectly spherical bubble, with a small nipple on it. She lifted it up close to her head for inspection, causing her magically separated shirt and bra to fall off, gave her tit a small peck and set it afloat next to herself. She removed the other tit, and set that beside it. Gazing at her breasts for a moment, she then dissolved both of them into the pool, giving her another warm feeling of sensual bliss.
After this, she repeated what she had done to finish Miranda, that is, squash her own head. It was a beautiful feeling, being stretched and kneaded in all directions, and she found she could keep herself somewhat solid for as long as she desired. After what may have been 5 minutes of squishing her head into every imaginable shape, she gave up, and dissolved her arms and shoulders. Her head, in its semi-formed state, floated for a moment until she dissolved that too.
Instantly, she felt Miranda.
-Took you long enough.
-Wow. This is awesome.
-Really. I feel so... blissful. Everything is quiet, warm, and the feeling, god, it's just unbelievable.
-And the thoughts...
-Yea. It's like we're... thinking together. Only separate at the same time.
-Well, we're pretty well mixed up at least. How's this for sharing body parts?
-More than that, we're sharing a mind. Everything we think, it's like the other thinks it too, but at the same time, we're still both fully self-conscious.
The girls continued for what seemed at least an hour. Melody (and Miranda) wondered what someone would think if they came in to find a bin of warm pink liquid in their house.
Eventually, they both got bored enough to decide to move on to something else. A thought occurred to Melody (and to Miranda), and she began to concentrate on extending herself, on forming limbs and a body again, and she felt a rush of flowing movement, as their molecules re-arranged themselves to form arms, legs, heads again.
Melody opened her eyes, and looked down, as best she could. It had worked.
Both girls were themselves again, for the time being. Melody ran her hands up and down her ass, her ass, and laughed to herself.

-To be continued. Of course.