# (Not Quite) Just Another Head Swap Story

The machine hissed as the door opened. Ben stepped out accompanied by a quickly dissipating cloud of some kind of vapor.

“What do you think?” said Mags.

“Well,” said Ben, inspecting the results. “Seems it worked.”

“Obviously the Transmorphalizer worked,” said Mags. “I mean of this SMASH place.”

“Oh,” said Ben. “It’s pretty cool.”

“It’s awesome,” said Mags. She took one of Ben’s sleeves and began to fidget with it. “Way more of a ‘vibe’ here than WizWorks. Going there just feels a bit like hanging out a Starbucks.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” said Ben. “What are you doing?”

“Tying knots in your sleeves,” said Mags, cinching a knot up to his shoulder and then getting a start on the other sleeve.

“What for? Exactly?”

“So that everyone can tell you don’t have any arms,” said Mags, sweetly.

“Oh right,” said Ben. “Which I guess is important to look the part.”

“I like my boys helpless,” said Mags. “So you got to look the part, as well as, you know, not have arms.”

“Well I guess you got me there,” said Ben.

“Besides,” said Mags. “Your wife said I could.”

“Did she now,” said Ben, with a laugh.

“Well,” said Mags. “I guess the exact wording was that we ‘should mess around this weekend while I’m in Chicago,’ but I think this counts.”

Ben shrugged his now more obviously-empty sleeves, knotted at the shoulder.

“Sure,” he said. “Messing around.”

“Shut up,” said Mags, slapping Ben’s butt. “You like it.”

“I do,” admitted Ben, with a laugh.

“I also have this other idea I want to run by you,” said Mags.

“What, like we ran over this one? ‘Ben get in this machine, stop asking questions, oh look, no more arms!’”

“Well this ones a bit different. I’m gonna give your arms back later, this is something else.”

“Okay,” said Ben, with a smirk. “What are you thinking?”

“So…” said Mags. “You know how I like to cut boys heads off?”

Ben just started laughing.

“What?”

“I mean, yes I’m a bit familiar with this habit of yours.”

“Yeah, well I really like it!”

“You’re like a praying mantis,” said Ben. “At least three of your hookups I’ve never seen as anything other than a head.”

“Whatever mister gender bender. You’re going to make fun of my kink?”

“That’s not what I—“

“What’s between your legs right now.”

“You know the answer to that.”

“I assume I do,” prodded Mags. “But tell me the answer.”

“It’s what you think,” said Ben.

“So it’s a pussy?” Mags said, finishing with a big grin.

“Yes it is,” said Ben. “Same as it’s been… like you know, since Rachel and I swapped.”

“So, pussyboy, “ taunted Mags, placing a hand on Ben’s ass. This time she left it there, sliding it into his back pocket. “You want to hear my idea or not?”

“Let’s hear it,” said Ben.

“Okay,” said Mags, re-composing herself. “So I’ve always liked cutting boys heads off and carrying them around like that — as you are aware.”

“I distinctly remember the brunch last weekend, yes,” said Ben.

“And,” continued Mags, ignoring the comment, “I’ve been thinking a bit about why I like that so much — not even sexually dominating someone, but just like carrying around a guy’s head, keeping him in my purse, or on a shelf, or on a desk, or whatever.”

“Okay,” said Ben.

“And,” said Mags. “What I realized I love about all of that is — I really love feeling like their head is mine. Like it belongs to me. So in addition to how like, abstractly speaking, I want every attractive guy to be helpless and stuff, that’s a big, big part of the head thing.”

“All right,” said Ben, nodding a bit skeptically.

“So I was thinking—“

“I’m not just giving you my head,” interrupted Ben.

“Wait,” said Mags. “Let me explain—“

“Okay,” said Ben with a smug grin.

“I would like,” said Mags, folding her hands politely. “To trade heads.”

“Trade heads…” said Ben.

“Your head for my head,” said Mags. “That way I would get to have a cute boys head…”

“I know what trade means,” said Ben.

“And you,” continued Mags, talking over him, “Would get my nice pretty girl’s head.”

“Didn’t we do this at a BBQ last year?” said Ben.

“I don’t mean like for an afternoon or a weekend,” said Mags. “I mean like a real trade.”

“So you mean for keepsies," said Ben flatly.

“I mean more like, an open-ended exchange that might be for keepsies,” said Mags. “Like if you don’t like my head, or vice versa, we just swap back.”

“Hmm,” said Ben. “Well Rachel would get a kick out of it.”

Mags’ eyes lit up.

“And I would get a kick out of it,” she added.

Ben nodded thoughtfully.

“And,” said Mags, placing two hands on Ben’s ass and bumping her hips into his. “You’d get to be a cute girly-girl.”

“You’re not really that girly you know,” said Ben with a scoff. “Your vibe is more like…”

“Like a farmers market queer girl, I know,” said Mags. “But listen, you’re the first person I asked because, well, I really like you when you’re my helpless pussyboy. And, I think it’d be really, really cool if I owned your head.”

“Okay,” said Ben. “You’ve sold me. Let’s do it.”

“Really!?” said Mags, excitedly moving her hands up to hug him.

“Yeah,” said Ben. “It kind of sounds like fun.”

“Oh my god, I’m so excited,” said Mags.

She paused for a moment.

“Hey,” she added. “You want to make out for a few minutes first? It’d be a good way to get to know our new faces.”

##

“It’s so cool,” said Mags, “That we got to keep our voices.”

They were now walking out of SMASH to Mags’ car. They’d performed the swap — along with one other special request of Mags.

“I mean, trading those too was an extra step,” said Ben. “We could go back and—“

“Yeah, they always do it at WizWorks without asking I never realized you didn’t have to do it,” said Mags. “But I like this better.”

“Why is that,” said Ben with a laugh.

“Because,” said Mags. “First of all, there’s not that uncanny feeling of hearing someone else talk with your voice, and second, I love hearing you talk with your same voice, babe.”

“Well thanks,” said Ben, with a laugh.

“It just like really makes it apparent that you’re a a guy turned into a girl, and not just a regular girl,” said Mags.

“Oh is that what makes it obvious,” said Ben, laughing even harder.

“Yeah, sure, you’re also have like this chiseled bro bod, but I know what’s really down there,” said Mags. She threw an arm around Ben’s still empty shoulders possessively.

“You sure do,” said Ben, with another chuckle.

“What did you tell Rachel?” said Mags.

“What? I haven’t told her anything yet,” said Ben.

“You didn’t even text her?”

“How would I have sent a text message?”

“Oh yeah,” said Mags, giggling. “Cause you’re armless. Oh my god, that means I get to tell her don’t I?”

“I think that’s correct,” said Ben.

“Okay,” said Mags, getting out her phone. “I think we send a selfie.”

“Seems obvious,” said Ben.

“Shut up,” said Mags, arranging a selfie on her phone. She snapped a photo.

“Now,” she said, moving to the text message.

“Status update,” she said out loud as she typed. “Your wife-husband is now somewhat more of a wife. Send.”

“Nice,” said Ben. “Hey I still have a question—“

“Oh look she replied right away with eggplant emoji, water droplets emoji. Subtle,” said Mags.

Ben laughed. “Just wait a sec.”

“For what? Oh damn! She sent a dick pick!”

“I usually get two or three a day,” said Ben, laughing even harder.

“Well,” said Mags. “I’ll take that as her affirmative endorsement.”

“Pretty much,” said Ben.

“What was your question,” said Mags, flatly.

“Why did you want to cut your new head off right after we swapped?”

“What? Oh this…” said Mags.

She pointed to her (formerly Ben’s) detached head, that she’d been carrying under her arm.

“Yes, that,” said Ben.

“Well that was the whole thing I wanted,” said Mags. “Like I don’t just want to you know, have a boys head instead of a girl’s head. I want to have a helpless boy’s head, who doesn’t have a body.”

“Ah,” said Ben. “I see. Or wait, do I?”

“I get the best of everything this way,” said Mags. “Helpless boy toy—“

She pointed to her own head again.

“—Rockin girl bod,” she said, pointing back at herself with her thumb.

“Well, all right then,” said Ben.

“I’m the winner in this deal,” she announced proudly.

“I mean I’m pretty happy with my upgrades so maybe we tied,” said Ben.

“Nope,” taunted Mags. “There’s no ties. You lost.”

“Oh come on, you have no idea how hard it is to get Rachel to—“

“Sorry dude. You definitely lost. You’re already my bitch this weekend.”

“What?” said Ben, sounding offended.

“I mean, I got exactly what I wanted here—“ said Mags. “You however, are now a slutty slut fuckboy with no arms, a pussy, and a girly face. That makes you the bitch.”

“Damn she’s right,” sighed Ben, with a comedic smirk.

“Also,” said Mags as she clicked the keys to unlock her car. “Before I take you home and ravish you in womanly ways, I have a new dilemma here which is what’s the best way to drive home with my head detached…”

##

“I have to say,” said Lara, in between another giggle that came out like a hiccup, “That this is very—“

She gestured at Mags’ head in the middle of her kitchen table. Her body sat in one chair with her hands politely folded on the table. Mags had invited herself over for coffee on a Sunday morning.

“On brand.” she finished.

“Thanks I guess,” shot back Mags, with a smirk. “I suppose I’ve earned my reputation.”

“So are you like … should I use new pronouns for you too now?” said Lara.

Mags squinted.

“I hadn’t really stopped to think about it,” she said. “But I think I’d still stick with she/her. It’s not so much about changing up my self image as it is fulfilling this fantasy of being my own boytoy.”

“Okay,” said Lara, nodding thoughtfully. “That’s cool.”

“Well I also think,” she said after a moment. “That I really like your new head and you make a very cute boy.”

“Thanks Lara,” said Mags sweetly. “That actually brings up the other thing I was going to ask you about.”

“What’s that?”

“Another part of this fantasy,” said Mags. “Is that I could like ditch my body somewhere — temporarily I mean — and then I’d be just be like, 100% a boy, cause I’m just a head.”

“And then,” she continued, pausing to affect a mischievous grin, “I could get straight girls to hook up with me.”

Lara narrowed her eyes and took a long, deliberate sip of her coffee.

“So,” she said, after a thoughtful pause. “You think I’m the straight girl in this scenario?”

“I mean, you’ve only ever dated guys while I’ve known you, so—“

“We made out a party! You and me!” said Lara.

“You said that was just drunk making out,” said Mags.

“Well,” said Lara, “I also like lesbian porn, so there.”

“Fine,” said Mags. “You’re not a totally straight girl, but you’re straight enough for this fantasy, and since you and Jon broke things off last month, I haven’t heard anything about anyone coming—“

“Okay, okay,” said Lara, waiving her hand. “Let’s not talk about Jon okay?”

“He was an idiot anyway,” said Mags.

“Well,” said Lara. “Let me just check one thing here.”

She leaned over the table, setting down her coffee cup, and gently picked up Mags’ head.

She brought it up a couple inches from her own face. Neither of them spoke, but there was an obvious understanding in the look they were giving each other.

Then Lara brought Mags’ face to her own, kissing her on the lips and adding tongue a moment later.

When Lara finally finished, there was another pause as both of them began to process what was going on.

“Well,” said Lara, her cheeks flushing red. “I think this is definitely working for me.”

Mags only licked her lips.

“Can you body follow us to the bedroom though?” said Lara. “I want to show you just how ‘straight’ I really am.”

##

“I absolutely love these freckles,” said Kate.

Already straddling Ben, she leaned over to lick his entire cheek for the second time. They had just finished cleaning up a few moments ago, but were now back in bed.

“Ahg,” said Ben, trying to turn his face away while laughing. “Thanks I guess.”

“We should send a thank you gift to Mags,” said Kate.

“For what? Taking away all my limbs for the weekend?”

“I was thinking of how she gave you this beautiful head and face, but that’s also a good one,” said Kate, rubbing Ben’s still-empty shoulders approvingly.

“She got everything she wanted this weekend,” said Ben. “She took my arms away, we traded heads, she brings me back, she takes my legs away… If she had any more positive encouragement, she’d be in between us right now.”

“That wouldn’t be so bad,” said Kate, now adjusting to lie sideways on Ben’s shoulder.

“I should bang her,” said Kate, contemplatively. “I mean, I let her fuck my husband or wife or whatever you are now, so I should get to bend her over a table or something.”

“I think that’d absolutely be called for,” said Ben, nuzzling Kate’s face.

“How was your work thing,” he added after a momentary pause.

“It was fine. Boring,” said Kate. “Although I did see Tony and Elly while I was there.”

“That’s been a while. How are they doing?”

“They—“ said Kate, rolling over to pick up her phone. She brought up a photo and held it up.

“Are doing this—“ she said, holding it up for Ben.

“Oh shit,” said Ben, blinking in surprise. “They’re a conjoined couple now?”

On the phone was an image of the smiling couple they both knew, both their heads sharing space same set of shoulders. A female-presenting torso with a slightly widened frame allowed for the change.

“Apparently they’re already six months into this ‘experiment.’” said Kate.

“Whoa,” said Ben. “I don’t think we’d be good at that.”

“No way,” said Kate. “We’d cut ourselves to pieces to get away from each other after like a day or two. I mean we started dating there was that halloween I put my head next to you on your shoulders.”

“That’s right,” said Ben with a laugh. “And you kept trying to fondle my dick all night.”

“Hey,” said Kate, pushing her hips into Ben’s. “Look how that turned out.”

Ben laughed. “I think we figured that one out.”

“Actually,” said Kate. “Let’s unpack something here. You had fun this weekend right? With Mags?”

“I had a great time,” said Ben.

“And you like this new girl’s head?”

“I love it,” said Ben with a grin.

“Does it make you feel —“ Kate leaned all the way over an inch from Ben’s face. “Feminine?”

Ben, with what limited mobility he had, leaned forward to kiss her.

“Yes,” he said. “It does.”

“Well, Mr. Ladybits,” said Kate, sitting back all the way up to straddle him. “I think we need to get you some tits. Then you’ll be the whole package.”

“I tried to talk Mags into that,” said Ben, dejectedly. “She didn’t go for it.”

“Well…” said Kate. “What about my boobs?”

“That might work…” said Ben.

“I think even better,” said Kate. “Would be if I leant you my whole upper body. You’d be more like, proportional that way.”

“Hm,” said Ben. “That does sound fun. What would you do though?”

“We can get over to WizWorks in a minute. There’s something I’ve been wanting to try like this anyway,” said Kate. “But first—“

She pushed herself up on her knees, proudly showing off the cock she was holding with two hands.

“Look who’s hard again.”

“Ah,” said Ben, with a wince. “I don’t know if I can right now, I’m still kind of sore because of all the stuff with Mags—“

“That’s okay,” said Kate. “I think what I want to do anyway is jack off all over your pretty new face.”

“Mags will want a picture of that,” said Ben with a laugh.

“Oh,” said Kate, starting to stroke herself. “That was obviously implied.”

##

“It’s so crazy to me,” said Lara. “That your whole body is in this thing.”

She was holding a small white cylinder about the size of a soup can.

“I love those little XpressCompress booths,” said Mags, with a grin. “Before I could afford the member fees at SMASH, I’d take my fuckboys to these things and squish them down for an hour or two and carry them around in my purse. Then when I’d restore them, I’d already be super horny and ready to get them into bed…”

“Like it’s not even that heavy,” said Lara, tossing the cylinder up and catching it. “Are you sure your whole body is really in there?”

“It uses some kind of magic, quantum, mumbo jumbo,” said Mags. “Whatever it is, yes.”

“This is so cool,” said Lara, “I’ve got an entire girl in my purse! And—“

She kissed Mags on the forehead.

“I’m carrying a boy under my arm.”

“Aww,” said Mags. “That’s sweet.”

“Do you feel more masculine now,” said Lara.

“Nope,” said Mags. “But I do feel a lot more helpless.”

“Sounds like that’s something.”

“It’s definitely something,” said Mags. “So what do you want to do with your new helpless boytoy?”

“Well,” said Lara, thoughtfully. “I mean I did just take care of all my — ahem — sexual needs.”

“Which was awesome,” said Mags, with a big grin. “I loved it when you made me give head to my own body for you to just wank it.”

“That was very fun to watch,” said Lara with a laugh. “But right now I’m thinking—“

She transferred Mags from one arm to the other while ‘accidentally’ stuffing her face into her own boobs on the way.

“I think I’m going to carry my new boyfriend around the farmers market,” she said. “Do a little shopping, maybe get a coffee, maybe show him off to a few friends here and there…”

“And,” she continued. “If he complains, I’ll just drop him in my tote back with my groceries.”

Lara illustrated by moving Mags’ into her canvas bag.

“Hey!” said Mags. “I didn’t complain! Take me out!”

“That’s complaining right there,” said Lara, peeking down at Mags in the bag. “Have fun in there.”

She adjusted the bag over her shoulder.

“Damn,” said Mags, from inside the bag. “You’re really good at this.”

“Putting my headphones in, babe,” said Lara. “It’s like a twenty minute walk and there’s this podcast I wanna hear.”

##

Ben self-consciously crossed and then uncrossed his legs, and looked around the WizWorks waiting area. He reminded himself that if there was anywhere appropriate for adjusting to a new body and a new look, it’d be this place.

Still, it somehow felt vaguely scandalous just to be out in public dressed like he was, and the occasional draft of cool air on his legs reminded him he was wearing a skirt.

Before he became distracted by the other recent change to his body, he zeroed in his attention on his phone. He only had to keep it together for a couple more minutes before Kate was done with her own changes, then they could go back home and resume the debauchery they’d postponed to come to WizWorks.

A moment later while scrolling Instagram, he was stopped short by who he saw.

It was Mags. But only her head. Until recently, his head.

She was by herself, in a stack of cabbages at what Ben recognized as the downtown farmer’s market. Another photo of the same setup with sweet potatoes. In both shots she’d mocked a shocked expression as though she’d only just discovered she was missing her body.

Unconsciously, Ben stroked his own cheek almost as if to make sure his own head was still in place.

He kept going. There was a photo of Mags’ head in the grass at the park. Mags’ head next to a jack o lantern, with she regarded with an adorable smirk. The last was Mags’ head under the arm of a girl he recognized but couldn’t remember the name of, and also the only photo with a caption:

“After an afternoon out & about with @magsyouverymuch, I’m starting to agree the best boyfriends are boys without bodies. #offwiththeirheads”

Ben started to process what, besides liking the post, was appropriate to reply. However, his thought process was interrupted by the reemergence of Nikki, the WizWorks magician who’d helped him with the recent swap.

“Hey Ben,” she said. She handed him a white bag.

“Here’s your leftovers,” she said.

Ben took a glance in the bag and on the top saw the shirt he’d been wearing neatly folded up.

“Thanks,” he said. “Is Kate done now too?”

“She was here just a second ago…” said Nikki, wheeling around.

“It works!” Interrupted Kate, emerging from behind a display about the latest SubHeads. “It works, it works, it works!”

“Hey… short stuff,” said Ben, standing up. “What works?”

“We need to get out of here,” said Kate. “Or I’m going to get us banned from WizWorks for doing something indecent.”

Nikki stifled a laugh, but only barely.

Ben took stock of what he’d been presented with. He had assumed, for a number of historical reasons, that Kate was just going to take his own upper half in place of hers.

Instead, Kate had returned as only a ‘shorty’ — a rather popular shape that meant her head was now attached right to her lower half without a torso in between. Her shoulders and hips had been smoothly joined together in a natural-looking way.

Additionally, he noticed a conspicuous bulge in the red shorts that Kate was wearing. It was impressive to Ben that she was able to get it up after all that had happened that morning, but obviously the new shape was something exciting for her.

“The total altogether is $175,” said Nikki.

“Okay, sure,” said Ben, in a business-like way. He took out his credit card and handed it to Nikki.

“Thanks, I’ll be right back,” said Nikki.

She headed off towards the register.

“Well,” said Ben, “You’re now half the wife I had before.”

“Your man-bod is in one of those storage can things,” said Kate. “Cause I know you’re gonna ask about it.”

“I figured you were going to go all Kate-hulk on me again.”

“I thought about it,” said Kate, matter of factly. “But I was a little too tempted by something else.”

“Well I can see the results, you want to clue me in?”

“_I can suck my own dick now_,” said Kate in a stage whisper.

Ben stifled a laugh himself.

“I guess that would be a temptation. Although having had the opportunity in the past, it’s … not as good as it sounds when it’s your own.”

“Oh I know that,” said Kate. “But it’s hot as fuck to watch, right?”

Ben raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“I’d give you that one,” he said.

“You can actually wear that purse now,” said Kate, with a smirk. “Instead of just holding it like it’s going to bite you.”

“Right, yeah,” said Ben, taking the strap and hanging it awkwardly over his shoulder. It was a “hand-me-down” from Kate, who’d insisted he should not only wear a skirt out, but carry her old purse with the broken zipper.

He folded up the bag Nikki had given him and stuffed it in the purse along with his phone, and from it retrieved the car keys.

Nikki returned with Ben’s credit card and a receipt. He realized his wallet was not buried in his purse, and had to rummage through it again to get everything stored. This would clearly take a bit of getting used to.

“Okay,” he finally said, replacing the strap on his shoulder across and between his new boobs.

“Okay,” said Kate, with a twisted smile. “Take me home Mr. Woman Wife.”

“Sure thing Ms. Half Husband,” he said, placing a hand on Kate’s butt as they exited.