This story is a sequel to:
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For the past two years, I've been having a passionate love affair with my roommate... from the neck down. And just six months into those two years, she moved out and left her headless body behind. And it turned out that this body wasn't even her original body. Sometimes I would wonder what head was originally on those shoulders of hers, but it ultimately didn't matter to me, as I loved Ms. Goodbody the way she was.

And my, what a sexy woman she was. A real bombshell. Perfect ass, tits, legs... she was the whole package... sans the noggin, of course. Instead, a little disc sat atop her spine, acting as both a connector port and a life support and control unit when no head was attached. A tiny computer controlled her in place of an organic brain, and her "neck cap" had a tiny camera, small vents for breathing and a tiny door for ingesting nutrients.

Now, I realize that she isn't really a person and is instead more of a robot that happens to have an organic body, but it's easy to forget sometimes. The way she digs her fingernails into the mattress and stretches her legs when I make love to her, how her nipples get hard and she actually orgasms... it's like her body is experiencing pleasure, but there just isn't a brain to send it to.

The other night, after particularly passionate lovemaking, we had a bit of a snafu and I tore her dress. Figured it was about time for me to get some more clothes for Goodbody as I hadn't in a while. I dressed her in a tight baby-doll t-shirt that hugged her stunning figure closely and a pair of tight shorts that left little up to the imagination and we left for the store.

I picked out a few sexy outfits and some swimwear for Goodbody and in the dressing room, I had to contain myself and not give in to the temptation to fuck her right there, as we were in public, after all.

After all was said I done, I walked up to the counter to buy said clothes, and that's when my evening started to go south, quick. The lady at the desk had bright rainbow hair, multiple facial piercings and a completely robotic body. She scowled at me, then returned to ignoring me.

"Um... excuse me, miss..."

"What do you want?" She growled. "I just want to buy some clothes, here..." She looked at me with utter contempt, then at Goodbody, then back at me. "Excuse me? Don't you realize it's rude to misgender people, you male fuckboi?" I was kind of shocked. "I'm sorry uh... um..." "Xir is my preferred pronoun." "Sorry, xir. I'd just like buy some clothes, here..." "Fine. I'll ring these up so you can play dressup with your Barbie doll." "Look," I finally say to her, "I'm not here for a fight, I just want too buy some items and be on my merry way. I assure you that I won't be visiting this store ever again." "Good," she smirked. "We don't want your kind around here, anyway."

As she started ringing the items up, she glanced over at Goodbody and her expression changed to that of shock. "WHAT. THE. FUCK." She left the register looked at a birthmark on Goodbody's arm. "WHAT THE FUCK?! THIS IS MY OLD BODY. THE. FUCK. A DISGUSTING MALE HAS BEEN USING MY BODY AS A FUCK TOY." I was shocked. "Wait... what?!" "It's the birthmark, shitlord. Goddamn it, I sold my body to Jamie because I was tired of MEN staring at it and completely objectifying me. You stole it, didn't you? Misogynist! RAPIST!"

I was almost speechless. "No! She just gave it to me! She was my roommate!" She  fumed. "That fucking BITCH! WHORE! How could she do this?! Here I am, glad to be shed of the burden my body placed on me, and now I learn it's gone to some pathetic nerd so he can fulfill his own sick fantasies! Disgusting! I didn't consent to this! RAPIST! THIS MAN IS RAPING ME!!" She screamed. Now people were starting to stare.

A police android took interest and walked over. "Now... what seems to be the problem, m'am?" "THIS MAN IS RAPING ME!!" He looked at me, then back to her and raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? He doesn't appear to be to me." he replied. "Yeah, I'm sure you'd say that, you fucking pig! You're just a tool of a patriarchy! That was the body I was born with!" She pointed at Goodbody.

"Izzat so? Can I see your registration, sir?" I nodded and took out my wallet and handed my card to him. He nodded and handed it back. "Well, even if that's the case, this gentleman is the legal owner, now. I'm looking up the transactions for this serial... yeah. You sold it, so it isn't yours anymore by law. I'm going to have to ask you to calm down or else I'm going to have to place you under arrest." In response, she spat on his badge. "I figured that's what you'd say, you fucking fascist!"

The cop had now lost his patience. "All right, that's enough. You have the right to remain silent." He pushed her to the floor and handcuffed her. "FUCK YOU, PIG!!" she wailed. The cop looked back at me. "I apologize for this, sir." Still stunned at what was going on, I just replied "Uh... don't mention it. It's not your fault." The officer disabled her cybernetic body and took her outside to his police car.

So... I finally found out what head was originally on Ms. Goodbody's shoulders. I kind of wish I never had. Who would have thought that such a lovely body once had such a rotten head? I'm glad they've been separated, because such a gift would have been wasted on that person. If anything, I would say that Ms. Goodbody has been liberated from the control of a nasty mind. She's just perfect without her head.