Lounging on the couch together, Sara and I relax and watch some funny videos on my tablet after a nice Sunday breakfast. Sara’s body is lying next to me upside down, with her back on the seat part of the couch and her legs across the top of the couch’s back, angled above and behind me.

Her phone vibrates, and with one hand she grabs her phone while her other removes her head from its spot on my lap. She quickly sticks her head back onto her neck, holding it on until it reconnects as she looks at the message.

“Hey, check this out! Sabrina just sent me a text. It looks like she’s asking me to go to her next separated women’s club meeting on Monday.”

“Oh nice, what’s the occasion?”

Sara twists, rolls, and adjusts her head slightly to make sure it stays attached, then flips over into a normal seating position and types a few messages back and forth in rapid succession.

“Sounds like there’s some tech company there demoing a new product for us beheaded types. The seats are limited, but they don’t have anyone that’s a body type and separated as high up as me, so she wants me to go with her. She’s not sure how ‘Body Sabrina’ might react with whatever they’re testing, so she’s going as just a head. I’ll be chaperoning her.”

“So the club doesn’t know about her being a double?”

“Nope, she told them she was a head type like most of the other girls - less weird drama that way, although probably less chances to get paid for research at the university…”

“Interesting… So you’re on board with helping her out?”

“Sure, I don’t have work tomorrow, and I’m really interested in finding out what they’re bringing in. If I’m lucky it’ll be something cool to try out, plus I get to hang out with my sister for the day.”

“Oh nice, that sounds like fun.” I think about the plan, then have a sudden realization. “So, you’re only taking her head to the thing, right?”

“Right. There’s barely enough seats there, and I’m a plus one, so this way we’ll only need one spot. The club encouraged people to partner up and leave the extra body locked up in the club’s dorms for the duration.”

“I see… But when she gets too far away won’t her double aspect kick in, so she’ll also be wandering around as a separate body? Also won’t she get really bored locked up in some random room with no sight or hearing?”

“Um, yeah. She already might have a plan for that. Do you think you’d be down with bodysitting her for the afternoon?” She leans in closer, whispering in my ear. “I know how much her body likes you, so while we’re gone the two of you can do whatever you want. She suggested it.”

She pauses, and looks over to me for a moment. She smiles at my stunned expression, then gives me a quick poke in the side. “Hey! Body Sabrina hasn’t seen you, or really anyone in a while, and I want her to be happy too. How about you show her a good time in whatever way the two of you figure out, and Sabs’ll give me the recap once she’s back together. There’s one stipulation though. Whatever the two of you do, I get the same when we get back.”

“I like the sound of that. Maybe I’ll get lucky and we’ll just take naps in separate rooms. Or watch a football game.” The poke in my side after that is a lot harder.

Sara drives over to pick up her sister, and I wait at home in anticipation. I assume the two of them talked everything out, and both of them seem to be cool with our arrangement, but I still want to make sure that Sabrina’s body is fully onboard once she makes her appearance. Communication is a little more challenging with her, but her intentions were fairly clear last time.

Sara quickly returns from the short drive to pick up Sabrina from her apartment, and the two of them walk in, stopping in the entryway. “Hey honey, we’re here! It’ll only be a second and we’ll be on our way.”

Sabrina also speaks up, and now looks a little more confident as she waves to me. “Hey, thanks for looking after my body today - I’d hate to be cooped up in that dorm in a pile with all the other girls. I’m pretty sure the other me would eventually get a little grabby. Way too risky.”

“Yeah, that would be really dangerous if you want to keep your whole situation under wraps. I’ll try to keep the other you from getting too bored while you’re out.”

“Alright Sis, ready to head out?” Sara takes a step closer to her sister and whispers something into her ear.

Sabrina blushes a little, then turns to me and says, “Please take care of me while we’re gone. I’m sure I’ll have a good time - I know the other me has got to be looking forward to hanging out with you for a while. And thank you.”

Sabrina lifts up on her head, winking to me as she separates herself and holds her head out in front of Sara, who carefully takes hold of her. Sabrina walks her body over to the couch and takes a seat next to me, folding her hands in between her thighs and preparing for the momentary loss of control once she gets out of range.

Sara steps out and closes the door behind her, carrying her sister’s head under her arm. She drives Sabrina to campus, her head riding along in the passenger’s seat in a car seat carrier.

As they drive away, Sabrina feels her body getting out of range, like a limb gradually falling asleep - then the sudden sharp loss of all feeling as the connection to her body suddenly drops. If head Sabrina still had lungs, she would have gasped from the disorienting sensation - she managed to avoid totally disconnecting as much as possible in the time since she found out about herself.

I sit and wait, watching Sabrina’s body sitting still with her hands in her lap, her fingers slightly fidgeting and showing her nervousness. I wonder how the other Sabrina will react as she emerges, and as Sara and Sabrina’s head drive away, I soon see a change in behavior. Her body goes totally limp for a second, and twitches with a slight gasp as the other version of Sabrina wakes up. She reaches up and touches her separation point, sliding her fingers along the soft edge, and silently sighs as her consciousness reassembles itself.

She does a tiny wave in my general direction, and I gently touch her leg to show her where I am. She signs to me, “Oh hey! It’s been way too long, hasn’t it. I gotta get her to let me out more often.”

She holds her hands out and I take them in mine and spell to her “Hey, I’m glad you’re back. I was thinking of what we could do today, I have an idea.”

“So not just fucking? How nice.”

“I got some supplies together for a spa day. I figured that you would enjoy it, and we could surprise your head with a full-body relax and refresh session. Also probably fucking.”

She fist pumps the air, then dives at me into a huge hug. She nuzzles her neck against me, and reaches a hand lower to give one of my ass cheeks a quick squeeze.

Sara and Sabrina arrive at the parking lot of the separated women’s center on campus, and pull into one of the last few spots in the nearly full lot. “Alright Sis, want me to put you on my purse? It’s also a head carrier.”  She mouths yes, and does a quick double blink as well, one of the many separated sign language codes.

“Cool, let’s just line you up real quick.” Sara picks her sister up, and sticks the bottom of her neck onto the rubbery nub on top of her specialized purse. “Now the head strap.” She clips the headband, a little way up on the purse’s shoulder straps, around her forehead - taking care not to mess her hair up in the process.

“Nice! You look great! Just a short walk to the women’s club.”

The crowd of women in various states of being, some heads being carried around by a friend, some carrying their own heads, some complete, fill the small conference center at the center of the building. The slightly worn and outdated tables and chairs are arranged in rows facing a podium in the front, where a few people from the tech company are quickly but carefully opening up heavy-duty travel cases with the company’s logo stenciled on the sides.

One of the women, a pale, tall, and thin student with a flame of poofy red hair on her head and the faint separation line very low on her neck, waves at the two of them and walks over. “Oh hi! I’m Quinn, one of Sabrina’s friends.”

“Oh cool, nice to meet you! I’m her sister Sara.” Sara takes hold of her bag, rotating the purse so Sabrina can get a better look.

Quinn looks at Sabrina, currently attached to a purse, and says “Hey Sabrina! I was kinda hoping you’d be bringing your body too, way easier for us to hang out in the back of the room and talk. It’s cool that you were able to bring Sara too though!.” Sabrina winks and smiles.

The three of them take seats near the back of the room, and Sara carefully dismounts Sabrina from her purse, pulls out a thin, round cloth pad from inside the bag, and sets Sabrina on top of it. “I was thinking about the both of us just showing up in person or Sabs bringing her body too, but I’m a body type so my head would be useless for this demo once I’m out of range. I’m glad we did it this way; the parking lot was just about full so we knew it would be crowded when we got in here.” Sabrina nods in agreement.

From the front of the room, the oldest of the techs speaks up. “Hello everyone, could I please have you all take your seats, we’re just about set up.”

A few moments later the participants are all either sitting in the chairs or set on the table, depending on how much of each person is currently present, and the lead tech speaks up again. “Ok, I’m Luke from SeparationLabs, and we’ve been working with your group’s management on setting this trial up for a while. Sorry about the lack of details - we had to keep our product closely guarded until the field trials. Anyway, what we’re looking to solve is something you’ve been dealing with even this morning, mainly communicating while detached. Looks like about half of you are here as just heads, which is our primary focus. We have a few variants of the product, depending on your separation level, but they all end up working pretty much the same.”

He pulls out the machine from one of the cases, a squat black cylinder approximately the same diameter as the average neck and a few inches tall. A grate sits in the front, with a pair of buttons next to that. “This is our communications module, which will be able to restore the vocal ability of a separated woman’s head. If I can get a show of hands for who has a high separation?“ Sara raises her hand, along with a couple others.

“If you're chaperoning someone who can’t speak right now, and you know they are a higher separation, please raise your hand for them. If you don’t know, we’ll be around to get the info from whoever is left over.” One or two more people raise their hands.

“Ok, our techs are handing out the voice generator model for those who don’t have vocal cords on their head side. These use a set of sensors to pick up the nerve signals in your neck when you try to talk, and use a speaker inside the box to generate a tone to approximate a human voice. There is a phone app that can train the voice in the computer to make it sound more like you - we’ll cover that later for that group. It’ll sound pretty robotic before training it though.” The techs hand Sara one of the modules, and they feel sturdy but surprisingly light. In a moment the first group has their modules, and are looking them over with great curiosity.

“For those who are split below the vocal cords, the other model is much simpler - this will detect the same muscle signals in your throat when you are about to speak, and simply blow air via a small fan. All you need to do is think about speaking, and you should be able to talk again. It will sound a bit off due to the difference in resonance, but we’ve found that it works pretty well in testing.”

After looking over the kit, with Sabrina silently looking on, Sara raises her hand. The lead tech points to her, and she asks. “I have a question. Do you have any plans for body type splits? I’m one and if my head goes out of range I’m not going to be able to use this.”

“Oh, that’s a good question. We have a beta test of a model for your type, and if you’re willing to do some paperwork we can ship it to your home. It works a lot differently, but we’ll cover it if you’re willing to stay for a while afterward.”

“Oh, absolutely! Thanks!”

The techs begin to bring the devices forward by the handful, setting them in front of each pair of women.

“One sec, I’ll grab our guest bathrobe so you’ll have something to wear that’s more spa-appropriate.” I leave the couch and quickly grab the robe, and by the time I return she’s already fully undressed, standing next to the couch and folding her clothes neatly. I bring the robe up to her shoulders, and she feels around for the arm holes. She ties the robe up, and runs her hands along the fluffy cloth, clearly very pleased.

“I thought you’d like that. Oh, sorry - I forgot you can’t hear me.” I take her hand and spell to her “You like?”

She tries to nod, the flat-but-slightly-rounded top of her neck tipping back and forth, and she gives me a thumb’s up.

I quickly think of an idea to make communications a little easier for her, and grab a notepad and paper. Although her handwriting is a little sloppy due to not being able to see, it’s surprisingly legible.

She writes “So, now that I’m comfy, what’s next?”

“How about a manicure? I figure that your head would be super happy when the two of you get back together and you’re all done up.”

Her body language shows her excitement, and soon we’re set up. Luckily Sara’s got a ton of supplies, and I’ve helped her out a few times, so I’m a pretty good hand with a nail file. I grab a spare chair, and bring it to the bathroom, along with the box of tools and supplies.

I lead her over to the chair carefully, and she takes a seat, feeling her way around as she figures out the setup. I take a seat on the edge of the bathtub facing her, close enough to just touch her thigh with my knee. She flinches slightly, then figuring out that it’s me she moves her leg into contact with mine.

I gently take hold of her hand and place it on her knee, and reach for an emery board. I gently and carefully shape and polish the wear and tear out of her nails, taking each one to a nice and even length. I finish up her right hand and move to the left, repeating the process. I polish and buff her nails, and clean up the cuticles. Once the other hand is done, she feels my completed work and gives me a thumb’s up. I start to comment, again remembering that although a version of Sabrina is fully here in front of me, the only sense she has to interact with me or the world is touch.

I take her other hand and give it a gentle squeeze, and she squeezes me back. She pulls out the notepad from her robe’s pocket, and writes, “Thanks for taking care of me. I know this situation is weird, and believe me it’s even weirder on my end. Both versions of me really like you, and we’re so glad that the two, I mean the three of us can share you. Sara wants all of us to be happy, and she’s always been the type to want to share what’s good in her life with me. Anyways, I ramble too much. The other me is really gonna like this - we’ve been so busy with school that taking care of ourself kinda gets bumped off the schedule.”

I take hold of both of her hands again and fingerspell to her, “I’m glad you’re here, and I really like the both of you. It’s pretty awesome, with your particular split you get to be two people who are basically twins. The same core personality, but a little different spin on it. So, what color polish? I’d like it to be a surprise to your head, and something that the both of you would enjoy.”

“Hmm. How about something fun, like dark blue? Also sparkles if you have it.”

“One sec.”

“Ok, has everyone received a kit? Perfect. The next step is to turn on the unit via the small button on the front.”

Sara powers up the two boxes in front of herself and Sabrina. They click on, and the fan in Sabrina’s unit spins up quietly for a moment as it boots up. “Alright, now if our participants who have bodies can help their friend’s head onto the unit. All you need to do is set them onto the top and make sure the output tube gets into the windpipe. It’s the frontmost hole in your partner’s neck.”

“Ok Sabs, here goes nothing.” Sara lifts her sister’s head onto her voice unit, slightly tilting her to the side to check the alignment. Sabrina feels the edge of the ridge against her throat, and tilts her neck to get herself lined up correctly. She turns and rotates her head slowly as she gets used to the slightly cold surface, and smiles at Sara. She tries to speak, and although the timing is tricky at first, and her voice sounds a little squished and airy, she says “This is so cool! I can talk like this! Nice!”

As the first group gets set up, the noise of conversation rises rapidly in the room as everyone gets used to using their new voice. After a few minutes the lead tech asks if anyone from the first group needs help, and a few stragglers get caught up quickly.

Soon it’s Sara’s turn, and she repeats the process, separating herself and setting her head on the other unit. She turns her head to face Sabrina, and speaks, “Oh hey! Oh wow, I sound weird..”

“I think you sound pretty cool though, it sounds a little like you, but.. futuristic. I just sound like I‘m being squished.”

“You sound cuuuute!” Sara’s hand reaches over and pinches Sabrina’s cheek, and she makes an exaggerated pouty face, the fan just below her quietly spinning up as she makes a little huff sound.

“That’s even more cute!”

“Alright, robo-sis. Fine. I’m cute.” She pauses for a moment, her fake pout becoming a smile. “This whole setup is really cool though, I wonder if I could go to class like this?”

“Maybe, I guess? If you had some eye-tracking on your laptop, and someone to carry you around, I don’t see why not. You’d probably get some weird looks at first though.”

Sabrina’s eyes suddenly open wide and her eyebrows raise, and she excitedly whispers to Sara “Oh! The other me could do stuff while I’m in class! We could multitask!”

“You’d have to get used to being apart for that long. I had to train myself to be separated for as long as I can, and it took a few weeks to really get used to it. Also it might be a little hard to explain. One of the… yous would have to pretend to be someone else.”

“I guess I’ll need to get started soon then. Once I merge back up, the other me will remember this whole thing, and I’m pretty sure she’ll be totally down. I know I’d be if I was in her position. Which I sort of am - this is all very confusing.”

I swipe the last bit of paint onto Sabrina’s last nail, and lift her hand closer to my face. I gently blow on the quickly-drying polish, and her sensory input-deprived body shivers at the air flowing across her hand and arm. Once it’s dry, she takes my hands into hers and spells, “Thank you, I wish I could see it right now. I guess I will once I’m back together.”

I reply, “I’m glad to do it, you look great!”

“Oh, I do? Do you think I look attractive, even like this?” Her hands leave mine and wander along my legs, sliding upward.

I lift my hand, and placing my hand on her remaining neck, slide a thumb along the sensitive surface of her neck. She leans into my hand, her neck slightly tilting to nuzzle against my touch. As I slide up to the skin that tops her neck stump, I feel the strong pulse, and the different textures of the muscle, cartilage, and bone just underneath her skin.

As I run my thumb up to the edge of the hole in roughly the center of her neck, her breath pauses for a moment from the larger hole in the front. Her neck tilts, and her body moves toward me, pressing her neck into my hand. As she does so, the tip of my thumb slips down into the first inch of her esophagus. The muscles in her throat constrict and pull at my thumb, attempting to draw my digit deeper into her as her sucking and swallowing draws at me.

Her hands reach toward my pants, and she pulls at the button and zipper. With my other hand I help her out, removing my pants from underneath me with a little hop.

She gently takes my roaming hands in hers, and places my hands to my sides. She slides forward in the chair and carefully lowers herself to a kneeling position. She feels along my legs for my erection, and moves my legs apart as she brings her throat closer to just barely brush against the tip, her warm breath tickling and exciting me even more.

She grabs hold of my cock and pulls herself toward me and into her esophagus as she tries to deepthroat me. Her neck tilts a little from side to side as she pulls herself inward, and although she struggles a bit to fit me at first, she soon my cock is slippery enough and she’s gotten more used to fitting me partially inside.

I say to her, realizing again that she can’t hear me, “I wish I could tell you how good that feels, holy shit.” She reaches up, grabbing hold of my ass as she pulls her body deeper onto me, and within a few more strokes I’m fully buried in her throat. I can feel her pulse deep within her, and her panting breaths as she works herself back and forth on me, taking deep strokes but taking a little pause at the end to suck on the entire length all at once.

She picks up the pace more, and I reach around her body with one hand, the other reaching up to her neck. I simultaneously fondle one of her breasts and rub the spot on her stump where her spine terminates, an intensely sensitive place for separated women.

After a minute or so of this superhuman attention, I begin to pump my load directly into her throat. At the same time she also seems to reach her climax, my formerly stimulating hands now helping to support her as she loses control. She slams herself forward onto me, creating one giant and constantly squeezing suction as I pump the last of my cum into her.

We separate and take a moment to take our breath, Sabrina lying on the floor wrapped up in her robe, me sitting on the edge of the tub and holding onto the wall with one hand.

In a few moments, otherwise silent except for our breaths gradually slowing to a normal pace, Sabrina feels her way back to her chair and reaches out for my hands.

She spells to me, “Ever since I got split, I always wanted to try that. I didn’t think it would feel so good for me too. Although I think my throat might be a little sore later.”

“You were amazing. I mean, wow.” I look at her body language, and if a headless girl could blush, she definitely would be.

She asks, “So, what do you have planned next?”

“I was thinking maybe a nice hot bath for you to soak in and relax for a while, Sara and the other you are probably coming back soon. If not, after the bath I’ll mix a couple drinks and we can hang out and relax some more.”

“Sounds perfect, thanks!”

I fire up the bath, getting the water to a little hotter than I usually like, and quickly having her check it before it gets too full. She gives me the thumb’s up, then removes her robe and steps into the tub. She lies down, and I rummage through the bathroom cabinets while the tub fills.

I toss in a lavender bath bomb, and it quickly fizzes and fills the room with a pleasant and relaxing scent. Even though she can’t smell it now, it’ll be good for her skin and I’m sure she’ll appreciate it once she’s back on one piece.

I occupy the next few minutes cleaning up the manicure supplies while Sabrina relaxes in the hot and bubbly water. My phone buzzes, and I read a text from Sara, saying she’s on her way back.

I tap on Sabrina’s body’s shoulder, and spell to her that they’re on their way. She gives me a thumb’s up, and reaches forward to pull the drain plug. I grab her a towel, and as the water starts to drain away she stands up and begins to dry off.

As I stick the box of supplies back in the closet, I hear the rumbling of the garage door opening. I walk back to the bathroom, and just as Sabrina settles back into the bathrobe -  tying the string and arranging the fluffy and flowy fabric, she freezes for a moment. Her body language shifts back into the more controlled and less relaxed version of Sabrina - her head must be back in range. In a few seconds the door opens, and strangely I hear Sara and Sabrina talking. I lead Sabrina’s body back into the living room with me, and she stands next to me holding my hand.

My confusion is partially solved by seeing Sara carrying Sabrina’s head, now sitting on some kind of black pedestal. She looks over to me, and says “Hey, check it out! Upgrades!”

“Oh! That’s really cool! So that thing you’re sitting on lets you talk like that?”

“Yep, Sara’s got one too.”

Sara says as she sets her sister on the counter “Hey honey, that was so cool - we were just getting started figuring out how useful this could be, especially for Sabs. They’re also going to ship me a version for body types, so if it all works out I might be able to talk a bit even with my head off and my connection blocked.”

Sabrina lets go of my hand and walks over to her head, removing herself from the pedestal and getting put back into one piece. I reply, “Wow, that’s really cool! I’m really looking forward to seeing that in action.”

Sabrina looks herself over, admiring her nails and letting the memories of the two perspectives of her day sort themselves out. “Speaking of action, thanks for taking such good care of me, the nails look great!”

“Thank you too, you definitely took good care of me as well.” She winks at me and smiles.

Sara sets her purse on the counter and adds, “Hopefully the two of you didn’t spend all of your energy already, I’m expecting a repeat performance from him as soon as possible.”

“I’m more than good, most of our time was a manicure and a hot bath. Most.”

“Ooh, nice! Let me see!” Sabrina shows her new nails to her sister, who remarks, “That’s so nice! He’s really good at that.” She turns to me. “I expect the same level of work, mister. Maybe a different color though.”

“Absolutely, I intend to give you the same as her. I think you’ll really like it.” Her smile is all the response I need.

Sabrina walks over to her purse, and retrieves her phone. “I left this here, I’d have to hold the strap in my teeth or something if I wanted to bring it.” As she unlocks her phone and notices the huge number of notifications, her face drops. “Oh shit! My apartment flooded! A water line broke!”

“I’ll grab your stuff, throw your clothes on and we’ll head over there right now.”

She reads farther. “Ok, so it sounds like none of our bedrooms got wrecked, so my stuff is fine, but I think I’m gonna have to find somewhere else to live while they fix it. Shit.”

Sara immediately turns to Sabrina. “We’ll get your stuff right now. You can stay here.”