It had warmed up nicely by the time I left the shop. Amy, evidently my new girlfriend, was tucked under my arm. All that remained of her was a head and pair of boobs. It’d been an eventful morning. We were waiting at the bus stop.
“So what now, huh?” she asked.
“I got a class at three,” I said.
“Boo.”
“But it’s only noon, right?”
“Yea, so let’s go somewhere. Like maybe, your bedroom.”
“Are you saying that because you’re saying it, or because I want you to say it?”
“Joey, I think you know that better than I do at this point. That’s quite a powerful watch you’ve got, by the way.”
“Well, I just want to know.” I took out the watch and tucked it into her cleavage. “Tell me.”
“That’s not a wise move,” she said. I realized, then, that we’d switched places. She was a whole girl, and I was only a head. She held me up to her eye level, and laughed.
“Hey,” I said, “I was being nice.”
“Well, you are. Nice I mean. But also gullible. I mean, what did you think was gonna happen?”
“Well, I guess I thought you’d just laugh and give it back or something.”
“Okay. Well, that’s reasonable, I guess, because that’s what you’ve wanted all morning. Fair deal. Now it’s mine turn to get whatever I want, okay? Don’t worry, it’s not that far off from your intentions.”
“And what do you want?”
“I want to take you home with me, cutie.”
She nuzzled my face into her breasts. I can’t say I complained. The same serene out-of-it enveloped me, just as Amy must have been going through all morning.
The bus pulled up. She stepped on. We drew a few looks. The bus this time of day was mostly other students, headed to or back from class. Amy took one of the back seats, a couple feet above the rest of the bus, looking over everyone.
“Lessee, oh what time is it…” she said, holding up the watch, her intentions more than clear to me.
The couple in front of us, a guy and girl with their arms around each other’s shoulders, suddenly merged together, now sharing a shoulder socket, and, I imagined, a leg. In front of them, two girls loud giggling had to stop and figure out where their lips had gone to.
She turned me to face a girl across from us. She looked studious, short frizzy blond hair and glasses, reading a thick book whose title I couldn’t see. She was, in spite her bored expression, quite cute, and even under her baggy clothes was the hint of a nice body.
“Just for you,” said Amy, and the girl’s head vanished. She reacted a bit different than most of the “subjects” that day had. She dropped her book - the first sign that something was wrong, then her hand shot up to her neck to feel where it ended. She “looked” around for a second, before almost frantically sinking down and feeling around her feet. She then folded her arms, and took the end of her neck in her hand.
“Aww, she misses her head,” cooed Amy. “Oh hey, you can use this one!”
I saw myself being passed over and set in the girl’s lap. Her hands wrapped around my face, and to my surprise, attached my head to her neck.
Everything took a moment to register. I moved her body. It responded to my will. Of course I felt my new boobs first. I’d never had them.
“What the hell?” I asked. “Where’d she? You just…”
“What are you so worried about?”
“Hey, what’re you doing?” I said. Only, I didn’t say it. I didn’t think it. And I said it in a girl’s voice that I didn’t recognize. But that’s what came out of my mouth.
“Oh my god,” said Amy, cracking up.
“Where’s my head?” I asked, in the same unfamiliar voice. “Who are you?”
“I’m um… Joey,” I said in reply. I “found” her then - in a manner of speaking. I knew there was someone else in “my” body with me, controlling it as much as I did. Involuntarily, I took out a small mirror and looked at myself.
“So let’s review here,” she said. “A girl carrying a guy’s head comes on the bus. A little weird but I’m okay with it. My head vanishes. Pretty freaky. Someone hands me a head, I think it’s mine that I dropped, put it on, and it’s not mine. It’s you. Is that what happened?”
Amy’s continued giggling suggested it was.
“Yea,” I said, trying to keep my voice low, “That’s pretty much it. She did it though.”
“Sorry for getting mad, I just… It was sudden, that’s all. I mean, you could have asked…”
“You would have said no,” I said. This was something I just somehow knew. I already knew a lot about this girl, like that her name was Emma, that she was a third year Linguistics major, that she’d just been reading Bocaccio.
“No, I wouldn’t have because the watch would have made me say yes. How the hell do I know this? Our minds are merging, or something, aren’t they.”
“Amy, will you do something about this, or what?”
Amy struggled to stop giggling. “Sorry, I just - had no idea that was gonna happen. Not at first anyway. I just thought it’d be funny to make you into a girl!”
“You could have done that anyway.” I said, my voice somewhere in between Emma’s and mine.
“So what’s the problem?”
“The problem? The problem is that I was born on April 9th, 1985 in Los Angeles, and also on July 23rd, 1986 in Buffalo. The problem is, I’m taking ten classes with two separate schedules.”
“You’re not mad are you?”
“I’m only mad if you want to me to be.”
“Aww… Poor Joey- and what’s your other name now?”
“Emma. From the neck down, though that’s only what I remember.” The dissonance began to quiet down a little bit. Somewhere, the psyche of her and I melded into something at least unified enough to think similar thoughts.
“You want to split back up?”
I thought about it a second. “Later, I do. But I think I’m - we’re - okay for now.”
“All right then. This is my stop coming up.”
The bus lurched to a halt in front of some loft apartments in a nicer part of town. On the street level were lots of restaurants and boutiques, many of them recently renovated. One of them caught my eye as we left the bus - unlike all the other storefronts with plate-glass and large signs, this one had small stained-glass windows inset with iron bars, and a heavy wooden door that was shut. A hand-lettered sign read “Marlowe & Co. Arcane Goods and Services, est 1933.”
“What’s in there?” I asked Amy.
“Don’t know. Never been. C’mon, we have things to do.”
“Um… all right. Okay. Hey, I … Emma has to meet someone at three, but that’s when um… Joey has to be in class anyway. You know, I’m starting to get more used to being two people.”
“At least you shaved enough to pass for a girl today.”
Amy unlocked a door between a chinese place and a used bookstore. I followed her up some creaking stairs, the walls etched with graffiti done over in ink. We went up two flights to where she opened the door to a spacious loft, slightly messy but less so than you’d expect for a student.
No sooner did she shut the door before she had me up against the wall. Emma wasn’t really strong enough to keep her off, not that I wanted to (or could’ve) resisted.
That went on for a couple minutes. I realized this would be Emma’s first time with a girl.
“Now then,” said Amy. “Let’s do some magic here.”
With both hands, she took my head and popped it free from Emma’s neck. For a disorienting moment, I was whirled around until Amy held me, at arm’s length, facing her. Behind her, I could see, Emma’s headless body, her arms still wrapped around Amy.
“Okay. So. Joey.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Let’s watch something.”
She stood up and walked, with me tucked under her arm, leading Emma by the hand. She set me down on a chair, facing her bed. Then, her eyes fixed on mine, she smiled and took her own head and twisted it off, setting it down beside me.
Her headless body still faced us, but she backed up a bit and sat on the bed, pulling Emma down next to her. She gingerly pulled on Emma’s shirt, who seemed to get the message, eagerly pulling it off.
“So I should tell you,” said Amy, as her body pulled its own shirt over and off, “That I’m like you here. I’m just a head.”
“Nobody’s controlling your body?”
“I wouldn’t say that. I’m controlling it, but by that I mean, me-as-in-my-body. So I’d still say that’s ‘Amy’ right there.”
“And you’re what, just Amy’s head?”
“Yea, that’s it. Just Amy’s head. And you know what? Amy still has the watch.”
Perhaps her body was listening somehow. We couldn’t really know for sure. What we did know was her body was very, very interested in Emma’s headless body, and had proceeded to strip her naked. But she hadn’t stopped there.
After Emma relaxed and began to lie back, Amy grabbed her right leg, pulling it free at the hip. Emma reached down to grab at her leg, but missed, then began to inspect the smooth skin that stretched over where her leg had been. There was a soft but definite edge where her leg had been attached, as if she fit together like a doll.
Amy left Emma for a second, caressing the detached leg as she set it down on the other side of the bed, away from Emma’s reach. She then mounted Emma and yanked on her left arm, which came free at her shoulder. Again Amy left Emma like that for a moment, before quickly taking care of her remaining arm and leg, which she stacked neatly next to the others. The severed limbs appeared to have no life of their own.
“This is getting kinky,” said Amy’s head. “I think I’m probably starting to like this thing of yours.”
“How much of this did you plan anyway?”
“Uh… none of it.”
Amy finally began on Emma’s limbless body, caressing her tits while squirming against her. She did this until both of them appeared wet. She then started to finger Emma gently, until the limbless and headless girl thrashed with pleasure.
“This has to go somewhere,” mused Amy’s head.
As if in reply, Amy’s body stood up and went to the chair where our heads were watching. She used her dry hand to feel our faces, apparently to figure out who we were. She tapped me on the nose before picking her own head up by her hair.
“Woah, ow,” said Amy’s head as she was set down on top of Emma for a moment. Amy drew Emma up against her in a spooning position, and then turned her head so her lips circled around Emma’s tit.
“Oh, I get it,” said Amy, muffled against Emma’s breast. This lasted for only a few seconds, before her body slid her lower and lower, Amy dragging her tongue across the girl’s body on her way down.
She made it last a while, starting slow and gaining speed. She stopped after a while, giggling and leaving the limbless body to squirm.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I just… it’s so funny to think I’m ‘giving head,’ like this.”
“Who are you talking to?” I said mockingly.
“Don’t make me come over there,” she said.
“Or you’ll what? Lick me to death?”
“I just might.”
“You have a job to do, Amy’s head.”
She smirked evilly at me for a moment, before resuming on Emma. Before much longer, she had the girl - still a stranger to her, really - in the throes of an orgasm. She set her head back down again.
“Ahh… I needed a break. Finally.” She waggled her tongue at me.
“So what comes next? You have any idea?”
“I was gonna grow a cock and make you give me a blowjob,” she said. For a second I kind of believed her, until she cracked up and said, “No, I still don’t know.”
We waited a moment, before Amy slipped out from beneath Emma and grabbed her pants that lay in a heap by the foot of the bed. From the pocket she took out my grandfather’s watch and set it on the chair next to me.
I picked it up. I didn’t remember getting my body back - everything just suddenly changed. I was wearing the same clothes I’d had on earlier, and for a second I just stood there.
“Hey now,” said Amy’s head from it’s place on the bed. “You still there Joey? There’s a pile of hot girls on this bed, and what’s more, they’re doing something you really like. Namely, we’re fucking each other to pieces. Okay. Your move.”
It didn’t take long to get undressed. When that kind of urgency, it just happens.
“Oh wow,” said a new voice. “I’m still in a bit of disbelief. Hey is that you Joey? How’s it going.”
It was Emma who was speaking, now equipped with a head. Her arms and legs were still stacked on the other edge of the bed.
“It’s nice to meet you Emma,” said Amy’s head.
“You too. Joey told me so much about you.”
Amy laughed. I sat down on the bed in between the two bodies, taking Amy’s head in my hands. My cock stood at attention, and I let it tap the bottom of Amy’s neck. I turned and looked at Emma, still limbless on the bed. I bent down over her, letting our skin touch, and holding Amy’s head just next to Emma’s.
“Whatch’a doing?” said Emma, grinning.
“Moving you over,” I told her. I set Amy’s head down for a moment, and slid Emma’s head to her left enough to make room on her shoulders for two heads. I then stuck Amy’s head on, right beside her other one.
“I see a flaw in this plan,” said Amy’s head.
“Oh? And what are you going to do about it? Squirm in pleasure?”
“No, just that I - Amy - still haven’t gotten any action, and still won’t.”
“Oh, her. Yea.” I took a glance and realized I’d unconsciously reduced her to only a lower half. Then I looked back at the two-headed limbless girl already beneath me.
I went at it. Already, I knew it was going to be the best I’d ever had.