It all started very much by accident. Apparently, this is one of those things that just happens. You can’t anticipate or prepare for it. One day, you’re just a somebody, watching your life go by, and the next, through forces neither understood nor documented, everything shifts a bit and you go into sci-fi land. These days, I hear these things have happened to other people too. It happens all the time.
The first time, it was just another day at work. I was riding the bus, because it was winter, not really nice to bike in. I worked in a small cafe back then, the sleepy afternoon shift, a one-person job for the most part. Serve the coffee, get the snacks. A human vending machine.
I think it was worth it for the girls. See, this was back in my senior year of college. I was at this small liberal arts college, majoring in Philosophy, and generally frittering away my time on short relationships and recreational drugs. Also, there were lots of girls. And they needed their coffee.
Anyhow, I was on the bus, going to work. And I remember, there was this girl there, sitting just across from me, who kept on clenching and unclenching her hands in this really nervous something-terrible-is-going-to-happen manner. And I just thought to myself, “Stop.” Didn’t say a thing. Just wanted her to quit.
There, right before my eyes. I swear.
Her hands just disappeared. Both of them. Her arms ended at the wrist.
It took maybe like 30 seconds before I said something. I said “Um.”
She looked up at me, briefly, then looked down.
“Your hands.”
“What?”
“They… your hands.”
She held up her wrists and looked at them quizzically. “That’s weird. I had them just a minute ago.” Calm as ever. Like she’d dropped a pen.
“I was looking at them. They just disappeared.”
“Really. Well maybe I can get some sweet hooks or something.”
I couldn’t believe it. I was conflicted - on one hand, this girl seemed unmoved that she’d just lost the use of her hands. On the other, everything that was happening was turning me on like nothing else.
“I was just watching, and you were uh… wringing them,” I demonstrated, “and then they just kind of, well, weren’t there anymore.”
“Oh, it’s just this habit I guess. So you didn’t see where they went?”
“You don’t seem as worried as you should.”
“Well. I don’t know, maybe they’ll grow back?”
“I’d sure hope so.”
“Anyhow, this is my stop. I’m sure I’ll manage. I’ll see you around, okay?”
I came into work in a daze. I couldn’t stop thinking of what had just happened. One second, hands. Another, stumps. Total nonchalance.
It wasn’t too much longer before it happened again. I went through a couple customers, till a girl came in who had shiny big eyes that caught my fancy. Even better, she was the only one in there. She got a small dark roast, paid, went to put sugar in it. All I wanted, all I thought to myself was that I didn’t want her to leave. Just as I was looking, she was finished with her coffee, and her arms. Well, her arms both detached from her shoulders. They just lay there, on the counter. Same as the other girl, she just turned and started walking off.
“Excuse me,” I said, walking around the coffee bar. I picked up both her arms at the shoulders. They were warm, living things. “Excuse me,” again.
She turned around, raising her eyebrows.
“You… left your arms?” I almost laughed a bit.
She looked at her shoulders where they ended. “Oh wow. Yea.” Then up at me. “Thanks!”
“So… has this ever happened before?”
“What has?”
“Your arms. Just… falling off like this. See, this happened once more earlier, this girls hands just disappeared, and she didn’t even notice. And now, here, well, your arms just fell off.”
“Well, yea. Okay. No, this has never happened before. And yea, that is really weird. I didn’t even notice either, huh?”
“No. You want me to try and stick them back on?”
“Yea, probably.”
I did so, just holding up her arms to where they were, pushing them against her. Just as suddenly, she was one piece again.
“Thanks! I guess things would be hard without those things.” She turned around and walked out.
“Try not to lose anything else,” I joked. She waved. As she did so, her hand fell off. This time she noticed, but only set down her coffee, reached down, picked it up with her other hand, and stuffed it in her pocket.
This couldn’t have been a coincidence. This day was getting weird. I decided I had to try an experiment. It seemed, however faintly I wanted something to happen, it did. But in the most dramatic way possible.
I was almost relieved when the next customer wasn’t another hot girl. Just some girl. It meant, at least I thought it meant, that none of these stupid “urges” would end up changing things. It was fine until she got to the counter, and I realized her body wasn’t that bad, she just had a homely face. And with that thought, her head vanished.
“Oh jeez. I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”
She just stood there. Slowly her hand went up to where her head had been. It felt around there for a second, patting the stump of her neck. She held up a finger to me, as if to say “One sec.” Then she opened her back and began rummaging around inside it. I’m not sure what she thought she’d find.
“Ashley, what’s taking so long?” Another girl, a brunette, had just come in. Evidently her friend. “You lost your head?” She looked at me, then rolled her eyes at her friend. “She’s kinda forgetful.”
“No it was…” How could I tell her? It wasn’t weird enough that this was going on, but nobody else seemed to think anything of it.
The headless girl threw up her hands. Her friend smirked. Then - and I did not expect this - she just said, “Well, we’ve gotta get to class. We’ll share my head, okay?”
The other girl made an ‘okay’ sign. Then, as if she were just borrowing a hair clip, the one girl, with the head, popped hers off and handed it to the friend, who stuck it to her neck.
“Okay. Sorry, I just … don’t know what happened. Anyhow, I just wanted a small latte…”
Numbly I made the drink. The newly-headless girl sat there with her arms folded, waiting for her friend. Then they were done. They walked outside.
It was just too early for this. I took a hard gulp of coffee, too hot, and sat down. What. The. Fuck. Was. Happening.
I can’t say I minded. I’ve always had a bit of a thing for re-arranging girls. Never permanent or anything like that, but I’ve photoshopped a few pictures here and there to make cute porn stars look limbless or headless.
Five minutes passed. I guess. It seemed like maybe an hour, with everything rewinding, and playing again. I kept thinking of that girl - was she going to be headless forever now? Had I just… was this even me?
I heard the door open. I tried not to look, not to even make eye contact. Otherwise, who knows, I could want her eyes, and then presto, I’d have two eyeballs on my counter while she fumbled around looking for her glasses or whatever.
“Joey,” said a familiar voice. It was Amy. Cute redhead, good friend of mine.
“Great, just great,” I thought. See, I’ve had a bit of a thing for her. Which seemed to spell disaster.
“Something wrong?”
I looked up. Met her eyes. She was up next to the counter, smiling. Nothing happened. I relaxed.
“No. Well, sort of. I’ve just been having this really strange day, where all these girls keep um… well, magically changing or something.” I went on to tell her about how weird my morning had already become. The girl with no hands. The arms coming off. The last two girls.
“Now that last part, I didn’t have anything to do with it,” I continued. “I didn’t think, ‘Hey give her your head’ or anything. She just did it. So…”
“Well,” she said, “Nothing’s happened to me, has it?”
“Amy.” I sighed. How to tell her? “You’re just a bust. You’ve been one through that whole story.”
“I um…” She looked down. It was true. She was just a head and a pair of boobs. No arms, legs, nothing else. She started to laugh, and squirmed her way a couple inches around. “I can still move, though. Isn’t that cool?”
“No it’s not …. Well it is. It’s really cool. It’s just, this is the same thing that’s been going on. All day now. I change a girl somehow, and I don’t even know how to do it, and well, you didn’t even notice until I told you.”
“Well, I don’t mind. And neither did they. So what’s the big deal?”
“The big deal? I can’t control this! Suppose you’re stuck like that! Suppose you’re never going to have arms or legs again.”
She thought for a second. “Yea, but I don’t think it’s like that. I mean, can’t you just wish me back?”
I tried. I said out loud, “I wish Amy was whole again.” Nothing. “I want her to be whole again.” Nothing.
“Do you?”
“What?”
“Do you really want me to be whole? Because it seems, from what you told me, that it’s only what you really want to happen is happening. And you don’t want me to be whole, you just want to know you can change me back, right?”
“Yea.”
“So do you want that girl to stay headless forever?”
“No. Not at all.”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about, probably. She probably changed back.”
“How are you so sure?”
“I just get that feeling. Like I’ve got nothing to worry about cause later on, you’re not going to want me to be just a little head-and-boobs to talk to you.”
I blushed. She noticed.
“You like this, don’t you?” I nodded. “So go with it,” she continued, “I’m sort of flattered, really. I mean, it’s like you want me as a little pet.”
“Amy, I… yea, but I don’t want to stop you from living your life. And that sort of thing.”
“Forget that for now. I want to be like this. I like it. Sure I can’t do anything but wiggle, and sit here, but that’s great for now. Maybe instead of freaking out every time, you should be taking advantage of this.” She licked her lips, long and slow. We both laughed a little.
Before I could say anything, the door opened again. A girl and guy walked in together. They were regulars, not that we knew each other, but I knew what drinks they wanted. I made them pretty much wordlessly, trying not to think about anything. It wasn’t until I was going to hand them their drinks that I realized it didn’t even matter if I looked or not. Things were going to happen anyway.
She’d been, to put it one way, shortened. I’d always loved watching her ass when they walked out, so now that was pretty much where she ended. Her upper body had vanished. Her boyfriend took the drinks, then nudged her with his foot and they walked out.
I almost started hyperventilating. I dashed out after them, just to find out - yes, she was still a lower half. No, no, no, I thought. Suddenly, she was whole. She turned to her boyfriend, and took her coffee.
“Sorry,” she said, “I just … wasn’t there for a sec.”
“It happens,” he said, as if he were barely even paying attention.
I walked back in. Amy grinned at me from where she was at the counter. “So I see what you mean,” she said.
“It’s okay. She changed back.”
“Great then. No harm done, and later on, maybe I won’t be a paperweight for the rest of my life.”
“You’re taking this awful well.”
“I know. Yea. It’s weird. I know I should be all worked up about this, y’know? I mean, I’m just a head and a pair of tits, right? And you know what? Your a perv.”
“Sorry.” I smirked.
She laughed. “I’m just kidding. It’s sorta flattering really. You like these?” She looked down and moved a little towards me.
“Erm… Yea, they’re nice.” I blushed. I was leaning over, my face about two feet from hers. Our eyes met for a long moment.
“Okay, y’know, I can’t make the first move here.”
What the hell. I kissed her. Then I picked her up and we held it longer, my thumbs begging at the edges of her boobs.
“Okay,” she said, when I finally broke the kiss. “I want in.”
“In?”
“I’ll be your little toy here if you let me suggest changes for you.”
“I don’t even know if I can control it.”
“Sure you can. You just haven’t tried yet. So far, it’s just your id running wild. What if you look at someone and decide that oh… she’s gonna be a head-and-boobs.”
“Well let’s give it a shot. Name the change.”
“Wait to see who it is. I’ll whisper it to you.”
I kissed her again, then set her on the counter. We began another conversation, when the door opened. In came two girls, blonde and lithe, but not similar enough to be sisters.
They each ordered the same drink, a vanilla latte, then began to wait together, talking excitedly.
“Two heads,” said Amy, “One body.” I focused on imagining that. Wanting it. I opened my eyes, and there they were, no longer facing each other, but sharing a body. There was a moment of disorientation where they figured it out. Then their shared body picked up both bags, and resumed waiting, though no longer gabbing at the rate that they were. Perhaps they could share thoughts. I don’t know. I’m not the expert.
I gave them their drinks, which they, or she, or whomever, sipped with both heads, and left.
“That was great,” said Amy. “I like how they got all quiet for a second. They should stay like that.”
“I still don’t know if they will. I kinda want them to go around like that, but I kinda don’t want it to be permanent.”
“Well, the bulk of the evidence today suggests that’s what’s going to happen. It really is Joey-gets-what-he-wants day isn’t it?”
She squirmed towards me. I just stayed where I was until she made her way close enough to kiss again.
The customers started coming in earnest. The day’s first class had gotten out, others were going to classes. Things began to get busier, but not busy. Some came and stayed, mostly sulky guys with laptops who drank black coffee by the pound and glanced up warily at every passer-by.
A lot of girls came through too. For a while, I couldn’t concentrate. Seven girls in a row came in carrying their heads under their arms. Before I even saw them.
After a while, I got more jaded to it. A couple less attractive girls even made it in and out without any changes at all. I also seemed to get a better handle on the exact way it happened - at the first hint of any desire at all, usually when I first glanced at someone, but sometimes just when I was ‘in the mood’ to see, say, a legless girl arm-walk her way into the shop.
But after the first time of seeing each change, it became less of an urge, and more of a conscious decision. I started waiting for Amy to suggest something - she was much more creative than I was. Centaurs, 4 legged girls, conjoined twins. She liked to augment while I tended to reduce. Explains a bit.
After the first half-hour or so, I had it down. The class change over, things started to quiet down a little. Then it was just the customers who’d stayed, and Amy and I.
Amy got better at moving around. She didn’t go very fast, but would slowly inch her way around, at literally a snail’s pace. I nicknamed her slowpoke, which she didn’t like too much.
“Why don’t you give me some legs, then, huh?”
I thought about it. And before I could decide, it happened. She got her legs back. But not the rest of her. Still no arms or stomach: head, boobs, waist, legs.
“I didn’t… aww, I liked being little.” And something in me made her little. Six inches tall, but unchanged from how she was.
“Okay, okay. You know what, I just wanna be a head.” I focused. She was a head, the regular size. On my shoulder, on my body.
“You wanted this?” She giggled.
“I don’t know. Sure. Apparently.”
“You know, I know I’m numbed to the weirdness of this or whatever, but this is still… really weird. I didn’t realize you found everything so… mmmm…” Without me even meaning to my hand slid to my cock, rubbing it fully hard for maybe the fiftieth time that morning.
“Ah… Maybe don’t be so … obvious.” I tried to keep my voice down.
“Sorry.” She stopped. “It’s just…  a new feeling I guess. Why’d you want me to be part of you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I just wanted to try and explain that … oh that I find this sexy.”
“Well, now I do too. At least for now. And I found you sexy, but now that I’m you, or sort of you, I just want to fuck a girl. Fuck her in half. Did I say that out loud?”
“Yea, pretty much.”
The door opened. A young-looking girl with black hair came in. I knew right away that something was going to happen. But before I could even think, she was just a head on top of her waist. No torso, arms, or anything.
“Woah,” said Amy, beside me.
“That wasn’t me,” I said. I was considering another head-carrier.
“I know,” she whispered. “I did that.”
The girl came and asked for a regular coffee. We poured it, no problem, set it on the counter. She finally registered her predicament, armless and reduced to half-size.
“Got a straw?”
“Aww,” said Amy, “you’re so cute!”
The girl blushed.
“Here’s a drink-holder,” she said, and a hand appeared, attached directly to her waist just below the girl’s chin. She used the new hand to pick up the drink.
“Thanks,” said the girl. “Can I have two hands, please?”
“Sure, why not.”
Another hand appeared to mirror the first. The lack of torso or arms didn’t seem to phase her. She managed to take out a dollar from her pocket and set it on the counter.
“This is fun,” said Amy. “Can I take over for a while?”
I was about to say, “What?” When I being held out at arm’s reach, looking at my own body with Amy’s head attached to it. Now I was just a head. Now she had my body. Somehow, I had wanted this.
“Cool…” She patted ‘herself’ down.
“Amy, I don’t know if…”
“Hey, listen for a sec. You made me disappear. Head and boobs. That was it. Now, it’s my turn. Woah. This … it’s like that whole ‘Oh whatever’ thing that was going on with me before, it’s all gone now.”
She looked at a girl in the corner of the room. A meek little thing who came in almost every day. Slightly older than I, a grad student by my calculations. Liked to drink herbal tea and do the crossword. Before our eyes, all her limbs vanished. Her pen fell to the ground. She followed it with her eyes, then leaned and just took a sip of tea.
“Your body has weird taste,” said Amy. “I can see why you do this though.” I saw her fondle herself. Myself. Whatever.
“Just y’know, don’t be subtle or anything.”
She smirked, then picked me up and held my ear to her mouth. “Wanna give me head?”
“Maybe when you’re a girl again.”
She set me down below the counter, facing her. I saw my body change. Then it wasn’t mine. It was her body, just wearing my clothes.
“Wow,” was about all I could say. I began to feel the same kind of numbness that I must have imposed on everyone else. Sure, I was only a head. But somehow, it wasn’t a big deal.
She sat down on the chair behind the counter, then took my head and held up up while she unzipped her pants. She brought me in, stuffed my mouth against her.
Again, what the hell. I followed through. It didn’t take long to get her there, maybe a minute or two. She was in my body still, after all. She must have retained my tastes.
Finally she came, shaking a bit, and ducking behind the counter to hide. She tore off her head and set it next to me, holding us in a long kiss. Then I was back on my - rather her body. I took a second, feeling everything, before restoring myself.
“We’ll have to explore further,” she whispered.
“Maybe once I’m not at work…”
I looked up just in time. A girl had come in the door and was approaching the counter.
“I’d like a …” She drifted off. Her legs and arms switched places. Behind the counter, I went hard. Somehow, Amy managed to move her head and gently bit the end of my boner. “A soy latte with a shot of hazelnut…”
“So I’m wondering,” said Amy, once she had left, as I watched her body sway beneath oddly placed legs. “How it was your body was able to make the changes. And not your head.”
“That … yea, that is kinda strange.”
“Any thoughts? Anything that would mean your body had this power and not your brain?”
“I umm…” A sudden connection was made in my mind. They way you realize some mystery to you as a child has suddenly been solved and made clear to me.
Flashback to me, when I was thirteen. I never told anyone before. I was at my grandparents house, just happened to be looking out the window. There was this woman, out there, 20-something and very attractive. Now, as I just said, I was thirteen. I remember looking and having those first inexperienced urges. Then, all of a sudden, her shirt just disappeared. She kept on going, calm as ever, her boobs looking every bit as round and perfect as I wanted them to be.
And flashback to yesterday. A package came, from my dead grandfather’s estate. A check and a watch he used to own. Never one he wore, just one he always kept and used to show to people sometimes. He once told me it was a lucky watch.
I had that watch in my pocket. It didn’t have a strap, but I had planned on buying one.
I took it out, set it on the counter.
“I think… It’s this.”
She looked at it. Then looked up at me and squinted a bit. Suddenly, I was next to her on the counter. Both of us, only heads.
“Ahh…” she smiled. “Well there we go.”
“Wait, how did…”
“You took it out of your pocket. I think you can still use it, it’s just… I don’t know, now that it’s not on your person, I guess anyone can just, well, want something.” With that, my head slid forward to hers. Another kiss.
I heard the door open. I looked at the watch, in a flash I was whole again. Another girl, meandering around the shop. I took Amy’s head and the watch and set them on the top counter.
“Hey Caroline!” said Amy, excitedly. The girl turned around, her face lighting up. She ran over and picked Amy up, hugging her head. For a minute, both of them began talking quickly, faster than I could follow.
“So what’s going on? Where’s the rest of you?” The girl started giggling.
“Oh, me and Joey were just playing around with magic. You wanna try?”
“What do you mean?”
“Joey figured out how to change people. Like any kind of way at all. You want to try it?”
“I’ll… sure.”
The girl’s heads switched places. Now, it was Amy holding her friend.
“Joey,” she said, turning to me. “This is my friend Caroline,” She held up the head to me.
“It’s nice to meet you.” She said. “I’d shake your hand, but um… It’s not mine right now.”
Amy set Caroline’s head down on the counter facing me.
“You have to use the bathroom,” she said, then walked off.
“So,” I said, trying to keep things light, “what’ll it be?”
“Just a chai tea,” she said. “So you can do magic?”
“Yep. Sort of. You do realize you’re just a head don’t you?”
“Yea. That. I got it, it’s just not sinking in, you know?”
“Well, that seems to be the general reaction.” I got to making her drink.
“So what else can you do?”
“Everything, apparently. Though I can’t do anything I don’t want to do. Like I have to actually want it to happen, then it will.”
“So what do you want?” She grinned.
Before I did anything stupid, Amy came back, detaching her head and setting it on the counter next to Caroline’s.
“He probably wants you to be headless,” she said. “I think he’s into that.”
“It would seem so, wouldn’t it?” I said, smirking.
“Well,” said Caroline, raising her eyebrows. “I’m strangely okay with the idea.”
“I dare you to go headless for the whole day,” said Amy. “And Joey, I dare you to keep her headless.”
Caroline’s head evaporated from where it was. Her body put its hands on her hips.
I laughed. “Guess there’s not much I can do now. I like that idea.”
Caroline’s body shifted as if to suggest defeat. It waved then walked out of the store.
I turned Amy so she was looking at me. “I’m almost done. Just like 15 more minutes or so, then I get off. You wanna go somewhere?”
“Well, you’re gonna have to carry me. Hey when did I get boobs back?”
“I couldn’t say. Sometime within the past ten seconds. Guess I like you better with those.”
“Yea, that seems to be a given. And thanks, but … well, these aren’t mine.”
I scanned the shop, and realized that a busty blonde who’d been laptopping away was suddenly examining her empty shirt. I stifled a laugh.
“I’m terrible,” I said, turning her to see. She stifled a giggle.
“What are you going to do now, huh?”
“I kind of like watching this.”
The girl kept patting at her chest until she finally looked under her shirt. Then, she started looking around on the floor. Then she stood up and walked hesitantly over to the counter.
“Hey,” she said, smiling sweetly. “I um… This is embarrassing, but I lost my boobs. So if you could… I don’t know. Do you have a lost and found or anything?”
I could feel myself turning red, as, sure enough, there were a pair of boobs in the shoebox behind the counter, along with all the other loose earrings, bracelets, and whatever else had turned up. One by one I set them down on the counter. She smiled awkwardly, and discretely shoved them into her purse.
“Wow Joey,” said Amy. “I’d never have guessed you were into girls…”
“Ha ha.” I said. I reached and plucked her nose off her face and set it in front of her where she could see it.
“Heh, ma noze,” she said. “Giv it bak!” I laughed at her, then stuck her nose onto her forehead.
“You’re the weirdest boy I’ve ever met,” she said, laughing. Bored, I started rearranging the rest of her face, moving her mouth up beside her nose, and her eyes to either side of her cheeks.
“Don’t worry,” I told her. “You’re still somehow attractive.”
“Says you.” She stuck her tongue out of her forehead.
The door opened. With relief, I saw that it was Sharon. She was supposed to take over my shift in about five minutes. More than being done with work, it meant I could maybe take Amy somewhere. I was imagining a few of the possibilities—
“Mmmph,” said Amy. I looked down and realized the danger of imagining possibilities. Her eyes had returned to their usual place, but her mouth… Well, that was her pussy now. Or maybe some other girl’s. I supposed there was really no way to be sure, lest one come up to check the lost and found.
Amy quickly returned to normal as I felt myself blush.
“Aww…” said Amy. “You’re so … cute.”
“Quiet,” I said. “I um… was just thinking.”
“Apparently, yea. You should cut that out. It’s dangerous.”
Sharon walked around behind the counter and set down her bag.
“You wouldn’t believe what I saw today,” she said.
“I would,” I said, looking purposefully at Amy.
“So I was sitting in class waiting for everything to start, and this girl walks in…” I knew the story almost before she started. Turned out the girl was carrying her head under her arm, casual as anything. But she was the only one who didn’t seem to mind it. Lots of camera phones went out, including Sharon’s. She flipped her phone open for me - there this girl was. I remembered her - brown hair, dark pretty eyes. Walked out with a coffee in one hand, her head swinging by her hair in the other. Sharon had a picture of her in class, appearing to pay close attention.
“On her way out, she just stuffed her head in her backpack and walked out with everyone else. I just… Wait.” Sharon, of course, set her detached head down and started rummaging through her bag for something. “Okay, here they are. I also found these, just lying on the street.”
She took out a pair of girl’s hands and laid them on the counter.
“I mean, who would leave these just lying around? They’re great hands.”
I looked at Amy who was biting her lip. I thought about explaining everything to Sharon, that she now too was carrying around her detached head, but what was the point? It was just going to be that kind of day.