"Hey get in here," shouted Grace.

I kind of didn't want to. I had just gotten back and I was tired from the night before with Max. I'd spent the whole night as only a lower half, and I'd only just been restored before walking home. My back was feeling tight and I wanted was to spend a relaxing morning drinking coffee, stretching my back, and listening to music.

At least I could top off my cup of coffee. I wearily got back to my feet and walked barefoot into the kitchen.

"Check it out," said Grace.

"Hi!" said Beth. She sure sounded chipper for a girl whose head was now a cereal bowl. The top of her head was gone, as was her brain (or whatever she has). Grace had filled her up with milk and granola.

Grace must have lain a trap for Beth. As an enchanter she's pretty good at those. You touch the shower handle and shazam! You're a fish. True story. I'll get into that another time.

"Nice!" I said. "I'd say that's fair revenge for what she did."

"It was worth it," said Beth. "You made such a cute shorty!"

"Well thanks. But I also had homework that I had to put off until tonight. Tomorrow I have to conjure a bird and I haven't been able to practice any of the hand motions because you thought I looked cute!"

"Okay, I'm sorry. Look is it not enough for you that I'm filled with cereal?"

I turned to Grace. "I get to eat out of her head whenever you're done."

"It's a deal," she said.

"What did you do with her body?" I asked.

"It's still in her room if you want it."

"I think I'm gonna take an extra pair of arms."

"I call her boobs," said Grace.

"Sounds good. You want to enchant a knife for me?" I asked.

"I like cereal better," said Bethany. "Oatmeal is too goopey."

"Are you talking about the taste?" I asked, taking another spoonful.

"No, I mean how it feels inside my head."

"Ah…" I stuck my spoon in the oatmeal and set Beth down on my desk. I was working on the computer with the arms I'd taken from

Beth's body and eating breakfast with the other two. But I also had to practice my conjuring.

I took a sip of coffee. Grace knocked on my door.

"Are you naked?" she asked.

"Um… no," I said.

"Cause I am," she opened the door. She had a huge grin on her face and she wasn't wearing a top. I suppose that was to show off the extra pair of boobs she had attached underneath her usual ones.

"Hey, those look like mine," said Bethany.

"Well, that's funny because they used to be yours."

"Used to be?"

"You're a bowl, sweetie," I said, picking her up again. I took another spoonful of oatmeal.

Bethany made a frown.

"So do you have a strapless I can borrow," said Grace. "Mine doesn't fit right."

"You should probably check her closet," I suggested. "I mean, her bras are the ones most likely to fit her … those boobs."

"Oh, that's a good idea. How do they look, though?"

"Um… like you just came from Chernobyl?"

"Says the girl with four arms."

"Fine, fine. I like them. What do you think oatmeal brains?"

"They look so good I wish they were mine," said Beth.

"We'll put you together again tomorrow," said Grace.

"Wait, are we really doing that?" I asked. "I kinda like her better this way."

"Shh!" Grace put her finger to her lips and flashed me an evil smile.

After breakfast I washed Beth's head out and brought her into the living room with me. I set her on the coffee table while I started to practice for my conjuring test tomorrow.

"Are you using that bowl," asked Grace. I turned to see what's she'd come up with to wear — she'd found a t-shirt that fit nicely over all four tits that was tight enough to still show them off.

"That's my shirt!" said Beth. "You're gonna stretch it out!"

"Oh, there it is," said Grace, ignoring her. She picked up Beth by the edge of her head and took her into the kitchen. A minute later she returned with Beth full of grapes.

We set Beth's head on the couch between us. I studied my conjuring while Grace did her reading for enchantments. We even set a book in front of Beth so she could read along with us. The conjuring was coming along pretty well, I was starting to get the hang of it.

To conjure a bird you had to start with a piece of paper. I made inscriptions on it in brown #4 runewriting ink, then folded it very precisely. That was the easy part. After that was a forty-five part hand motion that involved keeping the pointer and pinky touching for most of it. You also had to perform it very fast or the ley energy would leave your hand with unpredictable results. Having an extra set of arms was quite helpful, as my fingers got tired very quickly.

The birds would fly around for a couple minutes before the spell wore off and they turned into paper again. To complicate things further, the runes would burn through the paper so I couldn't reuse anything. Still, I got good enough that at one point I had three sparrows at once flying around the room.

"Hey," said Beth. "I know that I'm doing an important job of holding your grapes inside my head, but would one of you take me to my Sorcery lecture?"

"I'm about ready for a break from this," I said.

"Could you take her? I need to go on a run in a minute."

Before leaving, I refilled my stash of grapes.

On the way to class, we ran into Ana, one of the hosts from the 'Armless party' that had started all of this trouble.

"Hey Tiff," she said.

"Hey," I said. "Want some grapes?" I offered her the bowl.

"Hehe, Thanks." She took a handful. "I heard about your little prank war. I wanted to tell you we're having another party next weekend."

"The last one wasn't crazy enough?"

"This one will be even better. We're doing a 'swap meet'!"

"What does that entail?"

"What does it sound like it entails? You'll just have to come and see!"

"We'll be there," said Beth. "At least, I will."

"Good! You'd better come too Tiff! See you guys!"

"I went to one of those last year," said Beth.

"Oh really? How'd it go?"

"I woke up and I was in a guy's body in a strange bed."

"So… is that good or bad?" I giggled.

"Well, it turned out to be good because he was in mine, so I made him give me a blowjob before we switched back."

"That … I didn't need to know."

"You should try it with your new guy."

"Max? I don't think he'd be into that…"

"There's only one way to find out. Take him to the party."

"We'll see about that. Here's your class Ms. Grape-brains!"

I decided to go for some time in the library. Even with nothing to do, I loved just to browse the stacks there, to discover long-lost spells, entire schools of magic lost to history. Not to mention we had one of the best potions sections in the world. That had been one of the draws for me to the major — sure, it was a 'soft' major in that we reproduced effects pre-mixed by other magicians. But using potions allowed for extraordinary flexibility in design. Furthermore, we didn't rely on prevalent ley energy. Potions could be stored, and used in full effect even in an area where no sorcery or enchanting magic was available.

Kinetics was another story of course. That was considered one of the most powerful forms of magic, besides the gifted. But it was really technical, and I just couldn't wrap my head around it the way Max could.

Max. That was why I was headed to the library. I wanted something that would impress him. On my way up the elevator to the potions floor (we have our own floor!) I thought happily of watching him and my legs the previous night. It was such an amazing experience to be able to watch and partake both at once!

But at the same time, I was almost a passive observer. The next time something happened, I wanted control. And something on this floor would lead me to that. I would find the perfect recipe…