After telling James about my headless girlfriend, I opened up a little more and started introducing some other friends and even taking her to get-togethers. It was at this time that I discovered she was not exactly monogamous. In fact, she would try to fuck anyone I brought through the door. Man, woman, good-looking, ugly, it didn’t matter. This kind of bothered me at first, but I began to realize that she didn’t seem to be able to differentiate individual people. Or at least she didn’t care. Normally, seeing my girlfriend sleeping with someone else would devastate me, but with her, it didn’t and I was oddly detached. It wasn’t like she was going to like someone else better, run off with them and leave me. Because she was headless and mostly pretty mindless, it almost felt like lending a friend a movie or a video game instead of having your girlfriend cheat on you. I know, that’s really fucked up. I briefly considered charging people, but I realized that would make me a pimp so… yeah I dropped that one.

After rumors were beginning to spread, I eventually said “screw it” and decided to take her out in the open. On that first day, she was wearing a tight, low cut dress showing a lot of cleavage, heels and a miniskirt as she walked seductively down the street with me. People gawked and she began drawing crowds. By the second day, I was getting interviewed by news crews.

The headless girl quickly became famous. After a week, we were getting featured on talk shows. And she started getting job offers. She wasn’t really able to sign any contracts and no bodiless head showed up asking for her body back, so I somehow managed to get myself appointed as her legal guardian. After that, her stardom rose as she got constant modeling gigs. She was on the cover of Playboy. And she wound up being one of the most popular porn stars in the world. Her headlessness obviously made her unique and in demand as she was like a living department store mannequin. And her amazingly sexy body certainly helped. She had become a superstar celebrity overnight. Finding her had given me a fortune and I was able to trade in my humble house for a mansion and some nice cars. I bought her the finest clothing and jewelry for public appearances and got her a custom made diamond-encrusted cover for her neck stump.

She peaked a lot of interest from the scientific community too, as it was a mystery how she could be alive and healthy with no head whatsoever. Not only is she alive and healthy, her body might even be in better shape without her head. She would have developed back problems from her natural large breasts, but without the extra weight of a head, they don't pose a problem. I think awesome boobs in exchange for one's head is a fair trade. Everyone would just look at her boobs instead of her face, anyway.

Plenty of scientists wanted to cut her open to which I quickly turned down. Without doing that however, they discovered what makes her tick. She has a mutation in her nervous system that allows her to survive. She has a set of ganglia that serve as a sort of “quasi-brain” that controls her motor and autonomic functions which allows her to stay alive and move around without a head, sort of like a cockroach. She has nerve clusters all over her body which allow her various parts to operate more or less independently with little centralized control. However, just because her parts can act independently, they cannot survive independently and rely on her internal organs such as her heart and lungs. So if she ever had a head, her head would have died as quickly as a normal person’s. There is evidence that she used to have one and healed from the injury.

The headless girl is in fact a creature of pure instinct, with no higher brain functions or complex thoughts. She sometimes appears to have very basic emotions but we aren’t sure. She does seem to feel pleasure at least. I swear she must feel affection from the way she cuddles with and hugs me. The scientists told me something I had known from day one, and that was that her sex drive was way above normal. They figured this out when she repeatedly tried having sex with them. A couple of them obliged and I gave them a little privacy. The doctors theorized that if she had a head and a full brain, it would actually inhibit these drives to normal levels. But without a head to control her body, from the neck down she just wants to fuck all day every day. In effect, she is essentially a living, mindless sex zombie. That sounds like a good band name.

Never in a million years would I ever expect to be dating and living with a supermodel porn star celebrity, but here we are. She has a better body than Kim Kardashian and even less brains. She might fuck anyone in sight, but that also includes me and oh man, is it worth it. She has been voted in as the sexiest woman alive, and I'm inclined to agree.