A couple hours passed. We were both appropriately drunk for the late hour.

"So (crunch) what do you do for a living (crunch)," asked Mila. She was eating potato chips.

"I'm… ahh… I work for a … gah … design studio. Can you not eat those when I'm talking? It's … distracting."

"You want one?" she offered the bag to me. I laughed.

Let's back up a couple minutes actually. To the moment when Mila goes, "I'm hungry."

Then I said, "Well, I've got food inside if you want to…"

And then she turned my head into a bag of potato chips. Without asking.

Okay, back on track.

"So design. Graphic or what?" she ate another chip. Every time she did it felt like someone was licking my face.

"I'm actually like a go-between for the designers and the engineers. I help them develop things that are actually practical and affordable, but I don't do the complete engineering. We contract — ahh — with other firms for that stuff."

"Cool," she said.

"What about you?" I asked. I just wanted her to stop eating for a second.

"Oh, you know. This and that. Right now I'm just bartending in a restaurant downtown."

"Do they let you use your power there?"

"Occasionally I do something to show off. It gets hard if I'm busy though."

"So you do the pitcher trick pretty regularly then, huh?"

"You know what I used to do was if someone ordered a pitcher, I'd go to the back and send my head out with one of the servers. Then I'd get to listen to everyone at the table and they wouldn't even know I was there."

"You could be a spy."

"I've thought about it."

She took a handful of chips and shoved them in her mouth. I lost my train of thought.

"So um… what's your favorite thing to turn into?" I asked.

"Hmm… I don't know if I have a favorite. Oh wait, yes I do. You should do this one too."

She changed me back into my regular head, then stuck me back on my shoulders.

"Okay, you ready?" she grinned.

"Sure."

This one was actually a little disorienting. Both our heads changed at the same time, but I didn't initially realize what had happened. That was because our heads had turned into two scale models of our complete bodies. So we were both a headless body with a small doll-sized version of ourself standing on our necks.

"Wow" I said, climbing down my arm. She did the same thing. We looked up at our seemingly huge bodies.

"Isn't this cool?"

"It's really strange being in control of two bodies," I said. I was having a bit of trouble co-ordinating between my "regular" body and my "head" body.

"Yea, it takes a bit to get used to. Sometimes I do this and ride around in my shirt pocket."

"What if you do it again?"

"What do you mean?"

"Turn your head into another miniature head."

She closed her eyes. It happened again.

"It worked!" she said. She picked herself up off her shoulders and set herself down on the ground again.

"We're like the size of ants," I said, lowering myself down with her.

"Wanna do it again?"

"I'm already having enough trouble just moving the right body."

"I'm gonna try it."

Once again her head turned into a replica of herself. She jumped down to the ground. I picked her up — I was no more than an inch tall, and she fit easily in my hands.

"What's it like?"

"You're huge!"

"No, you're just really tiny!"

"Do you think you'd even be able to see me if you were normal sized?"

"I bet it would be pretty hard."

"Let's find out!"

I changed back. All the way. Mind you, my head had climbed off my body, so now I was just a head on the grass. A headless body the size of a barbie doll lay on the ground beside me. Squinting I could make out another headless body, about the size of a quarter.

She held up her hands. I could barely, barely make her out.

"I can see you," I said. "Just not very well."

Her inch-high body came forward and climbed up my face to my nose. She straddled it and then held up her miniscule self right in front of my eye.

"How about now?" she asked. I don't know how her voice sounded normal, but it did. I had recently been a talking potato chip bag, so I wasn't asking those kinds of questions.

"Kind of. You're too close to my eye to focus easily…" I closed one eye. "There we go. How's it going?"

She plunked her nearly microscopic self onto her inch-high body, reforming it into her head. "It's a little scary being that small. Just your breathing felt like a strong wind."

She jumped down from my nose and went over to her barbie-sized body. Then she reassembled that one.

"But I like your creativity," she said, coming back over. Her head was just at eye level. She kissed me on the nose.

"Thanks," I said.

"You want to try something else?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Okay, put your head back on."

I fumbled around for a moment not able to see where my body was sitting. After finding my head, I picked it up and set it on my shoulders again.

"Okay," she said, reaching for my hand. I picked her up and held her in front of me.

"Open your mouth," she said.

"I did, unsure of where this was going." She climbed up from my hands, taking a hold on my lips, then climbed inside my mouth.

"Okay," she said. "Go ahead. Eat me."

"Wha—"

"Just do it!"

I did. Closed my mouth, chewed and swallowed. She tasted good, kind of like strawberries.

"There!" she said. I stood up without meaning to.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I'll show you!"

Under some other power I started to walk inside. I'd apparently lost control of my body.

"Are you piloting me?" I asked.

"Wait, wait! We need a mirror."

We went inside and down the hallway to the bathroom. The party was in full swing and everyone was pretty wasted. I don't think I drew any attention.

Once we were in the bathroom, I leaned close to the mirror. One of my eyes opened like a hatch, and behind it, Mila waved at me.

I couldn't help but laugh.

The top of my head popped open and she climbed out. She sat down on top of my head.

"This is pretty funny," I said. "Not to give you any ideas, but you could certainly fuck with some people by doing this."

"Oh, do something like this?"

She reached down into my head and pushed on something. My hand went down my pants.

"Yea, pretty much."

My hand wiggled around.

"Can you stop playing with yourself while we're talking?" she said.

"No I can't. I just can't stop these urges."

She giggled. "Okay, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I like it."

"Oh, do you?" she pulled my hand out of my pants. "Let's go get my body, I want to try something else."

"Why's that? I was having fun."

"Me too. But I have a goal in mind."

"And that is?"

"To find out how far I can take this."

"That sounds astonishingly similar to my goal."

She drove me back outside and put us both back to normal. We exchanged a look that said everything.

I led her back in, down the hallway to my room. She closed the door behind her and within seconds we were making out.

My mind was racing with the possibilities. I could ask her look like any girl I wanted. But at that moment, the only girl I wanted was her. In any case, she had her own agenda.

She pushed me onto my bed and straddled me while she took her top off. She leaned down on top of me and grinned.

My head turned into a dick. That's just what happened.

She gave me a playful fondle. I started to get hard.

"Is that all you ever think about?" she giggled.

"Oh, I thought you were going to make a dickhead joke."

"That's too easy." She started to lick.

I was pretty much incapable of speech. She got going, moving up and down steadily.

Then it all changed. We swapped places. Her head was a dick, and I was giving the blowjob.

"The — fuck — did — you — do?" I said, between strokes.

She started giggling, taking herself out of my mouth. Her head turned back into her head. "You kept going? I'm surprised."

"So was I."

"Alright, dickhead. Fuck me."

Her head turned into a condom.