By the time I make it into the bedroom, Sara has already set her head on the bed and is in the process of stripping off her remaining clothes. As I start to strip, Sara's body climbs over the foot of the bed while rotating, landing on her back in the center.

She signs to me "I always wanted to try this", then spreads her legs and grabs her head. She moves her head between her legs, and takes a tentative lick. A sound like a giggle comes from her neck as she starts going down on herself. I get the last of my clothes off while heavily distracted by the show, and kneel next to her on the bed.

I begin by kissing her neck, moving down to the top of her breasts and back up to the edge of the new cut line high up her neck. Her breathing increases pace and an "ah" sound comes from the hole in her new stump - her missing head reduces her vocabulary to just a few sounds but I get the message. I remember what the nurse said about being careful, so I move down to her nipples, licking and gently biting a bit.

Sara moves her head up next to mine to tend to the other nipple, and turns her head to look into my eyes. She winks and takes as much of her breast into her mouth as she can, gently biting herself. I move over and around her legs to position myself between them, my erection straining. I line myself up to thrust into her. Her legs wrap around my body and she pulls me in, all the way to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Her body lets out another "hhaaa" sound as I start aggressively fucking her while her head licks and sucks her breasts. I can feel myself already getting close, and look away for a moment to try to prolong the fun. I notice the head cap on the edge of the bed, just within reach and grab it.

I pause for a moment and say to Sara "Let's try something different". I take her head from her grasp and turn her to face me. I ask her "mind if I get rid of this for a while?" She smiles, and winks at me, her little nub of neck moving forward and back in an attempted nod.

I kiss her and slip the signal-blocking cap onto her head. Her face immediately relaxes and her eyes close, her expression softening to a neutrally blissful look. Her body has the opposite reaction - the loss of senses makes her awareness collapse to only touch and pleasure, and she immediately reaches a powerful orgasm, almost knocking her head out of my hands. I set her head down next to her body and increase my pace even more, my hips crashing into her at the bottom of each stroke. As I hammer into her, her body seems to be stuck in a nonstop orgasm, twitching and making little "ah" sounds between every rapid breath. I hit my peak shortly after and when I start coming deep into Sara’s core, her legs wrap around me even tighter and her entire body starts twitching in a full body orgasm.

A moment later, Sara feels around for her head and pulls off the cap, her body gasping as her senses suddenly come back. She sticks her head back on, and the first words to come from her are "Holy fuck, that was ridiculous!"

We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath and wishing we had done that years ago. With our birthday plans totally off the rails now, I ask Sara "So it's still your birthday, and given all this I think I might need to change my gift giving plans. What would you like to do with the rest of the day?

"My first thoughts were 'even more fucking' but I might need to pace myself or my brain might melt, so how about the next best thing?" Sara says.

"To crush your enemies and see them driven before you?" I ask, facetiously.

"No, you huge nerd, shopping! I'm going to need a bunch of new stuff now, like those chokers with the grippy stuff inside, maybe one of those head-carrying purses, some fashionable stump caps, tons of new options and accessories!"

"Sounds like a plan, let's get cleaned up and see what's out there. This might be the first clothing shopping trip I'm genuinely interested in.." Sara throws one of the pillows at me.

After a pretty standard shower we head over to the mall, which unsurprisingly is basically dead. Sara is wearing her usual weekend wear, but optimized for trying on clothes - a button up blouse and some stretchy jeans. The closely observant would notice a faint pink line around her neck, and she seems to be walking with her head held especially high. That may be due to pride in her new situation, the new haircut, or because she is still a bit unsure about her head staying on - I'm not sure.

As we head to the big mall map in the first intersection, Sara says "Oh, they have a Marie's Secret store here! I always wanted to check it out, and now I have a reason. I'll need to do a fitting of course, and look at some stuff for the office and the bedroom."

 We head down the nearly empty corridors to the store, which feature posters of various models in different states of undress as well as unheadedness. As we enter a woman wearing an elegant silk choker - presumably covering her separation, greets us.

"Hi, I'm Cassie and I'm here to assist you in any way I can. What can I help you find today?"

"Hi, I'm Sara and this is Greg. I recently got separated and need to pick up a few things, but I'm not really sure where to start."

"Oh cool! When did you get it done?" Cassie asks, her enthusiasm clearly increasing.

I look at the time on my phone and respond "About 3 hours ago or so, 4 if you round up."

Cassie is momentarily stunned, processing for a second, then replies "Oh wow, you are like brand new! That's awesome! I'm going to have some questions for you then - we keep our client's info on file for any future visits, and can send you discounts when stuff goes on sale. Let's get you set up with a fitting room and take some measurements.

We walk to the back of the store, which is filled floor to ceiling with every accessory a separated  woman would ever need for the professional world and for more intimate settings. I wander past shelves full of different models of chokers, neck collars, bags, and tons of stuff I can’t really figure out with masses of straps and buckles.

Cassie unlocks one of the rooms, leads us in, and pulls out a cloth tape measure.

"OK, I will need to take a few measurements with your head on, and a couple with it off. There's a pillow on the bench for your head when we need to detach you, but I'll let you know when to do so. If you are looking at any of our lingerie, we can also double check your bra size."

"Just the neck today, I'm sure I'll be back soon for more fun stuff soon."

"Cool, first I need to get your neck circumference and cut line height." Cassie runs the tape up the side of Sara's neck, and notes the number in her mini tablet. "That's really up there, you're a three-four aren't you? You're like the second I've seen and I've been here a long time - that's super awesome! Do you know which side you center on?"

"I'm a body, which I guess isn't very common?"

"It's pretty rare - not unheard of, maybe ten percent? I heard a rumor that someone came into the Sacramento store who was a double. That's really rare, where they split into two separate 'thems' until they get unblocked. That would probably be really confusing. I also heard that there are people out there that are kind of in the middle, so when they’re split part of their consciousness gets stuck on each side. Never seen that though, so I bet most of those have it reversed once they find out. It doesn’t seem very practical.

Anyway, that's cool that you're a body, we have a special section of stuff for you - I'll show you that after the measurements. Next one is circumference." Cassie brings the tape around Sara's neck at the cut line, and says "That's pretty tiny, just over 12 inches. looks like you are a small or even extra small - I'll get stuff in both sizes when we try on. Now, I'll need you to remove your head and set it on the pillow so I can check the angle and positioning. "Sara reaches up with both hands and carefully pulls on her head, just like she learned in her class. Her balance is still a bit unsteady, but she sets her head down on the pillow and turns back to Cassie for the next step.

“OK, can I have you tilt your neck forward toward me? Her neck stump bends forward, the slightly rounded flat surface’s light pink color contrasting with her more tanned skin. The two holes in her neck are more obvious now, and Cassie moves in and examines them closely. “That’s a really nice cut, they got just above your vocal cords and missed hitting your hyoid bone - three-fours are pretty difficult to do so well. So you can speak a little, even when separated?”

Sara responds “Ah hah” and her neck nods slightly; and Cassie smiles and replies “That’s so cool, I’m jealous!” I’m a four-five so my vocal cords are on my head side, which means no voice when I separate. I’m also a head though, so it’s not really an issue - my body wouldn’t have anything to say anyway if I get blocked.”

Cassie takes a couple more measurements, and says to Sara “You can put your head back on for now, I’ll show you the special section for your type. After that we can talk about what you  need, and pick out a few pieces to try.”

Sara adjusts her head a bit on her neck and replies “Sounds good, lead the way!” and we walk over to a small section in the back of the store.

Here’s some specialized stuff for your type of split. The biggest differences are the neck caps. These ones are built to go on your body side, and both look nice and keep stuff out of the neck holes just like the normal ones. For your type, these are a little bit smaller in diameter and have a spot for one of these. Cassie grabs a clear bag of small black metallic circles and hands it to Sara. “These will block your signal, but you can add or remove them if you need to. This would be totally useless for a head type, I wouldn’t be walking anywhere if I got disconnected. We also have some self-adhesive circles over here, which I hear are great for if you’re doing any physical activity disconnected. She whispers “(also great in the bedroom I hear).”

I grab a pack of the sticky discs, and Sara raises one eyebrow then smiles slightly.

Sara picks out a couple colors and types of cap along with a pack of the inserts to try on, and Cassie quickly drops it off in the changing room. Cassie brings us over to another section, with a wall of purses. “This is our new product line, purses specially built to convert to carry your head separated. It’s part of our new campaign to promote acceptance and reduce headshaming, and they look great too. Also I’m required by the store to say the first part, I genuinely do think they’re cool though.”

I say “Looks kinda complicated, how does it work?”

Cassie pulls one down from the shelf and sets it down on a nearby display table. “It’s pretty cool, see the top part? That unzips and reveals a little platform.” She does so, and it reveals a rubberized circle with a raised cylinder in the center. “Your head goes on there, and the nub goes up into the remaining neck left on your head to keep you from sliding around. The extra buckles on the shoulder straps go around your head, and you can carry your head and your purse as one unit on your hip. Pretty cool, huh?”

Sara says “You know, I need a new purse anyway, and it’s my birthday. Any objections?”

I reply “None at all, especially if it means you can go out separated more often.”

“Sweet! I’ll take the red one.”

The shopping continues for a long time, and I know my wallet is going to get thrashed pretty badly at the end of all this. Oh well, it’s been a pretty memorable birthday so far and we haven’t indulged in a while so it’s probably fine.

In the end we escape with a few caps for daily wear and work, a couple for special occasions, the stick on signal-blocking discs, some kind of neck cap with extra grip for athletic activity, a few chokers, and a new purse. I end up carrying the giant bag for Sara except for a new dark green choker that’s around her neck, and we head back out to the main corridor.

“That was a pretty productive shopping session, I think you got a good selection to get started. Anywhere else you want to go?”

“How about a movie? I bet the theater’s just as empty as the rest of the place, and there’s a new comedy I wanted to see. Are you up for it?” Sara asks.

“It’s still your birthday, and I haven't been to a theater in quite a while, let’s go!”

Sara was right, the theater is totally dead and the two staff working the front counter look totally bored. We order our tickets and a couple drinks and take our seats in the upper middle of the theater, empty except for the two of us.

The usual ads and trailers run, and the movie starts. It’s pretty funny, but not especially interesting. I look over to Sara, who is also losing interest at the same time. We hold hands and she leans into my shoulder. She turns and whispers to me “You know how my parents said that separated women are insatiable…. They were right.”

She gently bites my earlobe and starts kissing and breathing on my neck, and almost immediately my pants are straining against my rapidly growing erection. Her hand reaches down and unzips my pants, and maneuvers my cock out. She strokes me a few times, then whispers “Take my head and fuck my mouth however you want.” She wrenches off her head and sets it in my lap, my erection laying across her face.

Her body sits back in her seat, and she looks up at me from my lap, biting her lip in anticipation. I take hold of her head with both hands and lift her up, and she sticks her tongue out to lick up the shaft. I tilt her head forward, and she opens up her mouth, her tongue straining to reach the tip. Slowly and carefully I impale her head on my dick and guide it deeper into her mouth. I slide her head  up and down, going deeper with each stroke. As her nose approaches the base, I can feel my cockhead and a couple inches of my shaft exit out the end of the bit of neck left on her head. Her eyes roll back as I do so, and her throat tightens, increasing the pressure as I pull her back up the shaft. Her body is pinching her nipples with one hand, the other down her now unzipped pants. I pick up the pace, effectively jerking myself off with her head as she licks and sucks me off. Getting close, I whisper to her “I’m about to come” and withdraw her head so just the tip is in her mouth. Her tongue does one final swirl around my cockhead and I come hard into her open mouth, Sara not spilling a drop. She quickly grabs her head back from me and sets it back on her neck, swallowing hard as she reconnects. She says “That was really fucking hot.”

I reply “That might be my new favorite thing ever.”

“There’s still a ton more for us to try out, but not in the movie theater. Let’s head home -  this movie’s pretty bad. One sec, I want to try out this purse.” She retrieves her new purse from the shopping bag, removes her head again and buckles it into the upper straps of the bag. She removes her choker, and exchanges it with one of the stylish caps, placing it on her neck stump.

We head out of the theater, and although Sara’s steps are still a little unsteady, her balance is already much better.

At the exit, she stops me and signs “One sec, I want to do something quick.” She pulls out her phone and sticks it out in front of her in the selfie position. She takes a photo of herself, her head sitting on her purse slung around her shoulder. “My sister is going to freak out, she wants to get split as soon as she moves out of my parent’s house.” Sara signs, then brings her phone down to her head level to type out a text. She hits send, and we head out to the car.