Everyone always wanted to go to his parties. The things that happened there were the kind of things nobody
ever believed until they saw them. Headless women, invisible women, women with four arms. Every time Mike
threw a party, the word spread even farther. Women wanted to find out what it was like to be like that for a
night, and men wanted to find out what it was like to be with a woman like that for a night. You had to know
Mike, though, or you had to know a friend of Mike. Of course, Mike being Mike, hot women could usually get in,
too.
That was how Jo and Liz got in. Jo was also a friend of Mike's, which made it even easier. She had some of the
same talents as Mike, and she was more than willing to use them on his female guests, so Mike invited her
every chance he got. Liz just liked the party atmosphere. She hadn't expected to be divided in half on her
first night, but it didn't take her long at all to get used to it. When she found out that Jo could do most of
the same things as Mike but with softer hands, they hit it off right away.
For the longest time, unless they were at one of Mike's parties, they only talked via text. They had met in
such bizarre circumstances that just hanging out for coffee would seem tame, like they were in disguise or
something. There would be time eventually for all the ordinary social stuff, but they both knew that before
they could get around to that, they had to get all the other possibilities out of the way first.
Of course it would have been Jo who made the first move. She was the one with the skills, after all. She shot
Liz a text.
u free tonite?
Liz gave a quick reply.
sure. what u got in mind?
have to wait n see. 8 pm. don't forget the safeword. 
At 8 on the dot, Liz pressed the call button for Jo's hi-rise apartment and got buzzed in. She rode the
elevator up to Jo's floor and knocked on her door. She was wearing a strapless tube top, leather skirt,
fishnet stockings, and heels. It was the kind of thing that she usually wore to Mike's parties, and if she
knew Jo, tonight would be the same sort of thing, but a much more private event. When Jo answered her knock
wearing a latex sleeveless open-back top with and matching pants and boots, Liz knew her guess had been right.
Liz followed Jo through the apartment to a party room with a view of the city through a massive window. The
room had a bar, several stools, a love seat, and a wingback chair. It looked like a slightly classier version
of the one at Mike's place. Liz set her purse down on the bar while Jo pulled the cork from a bottle of wine
and poured two glasses. They clinked their glasses together and took a long drink of wine, keeping their eyes
locked.
"Well," said Jo, "are you ready?"
"Absolutely," said Liz. "I've been looking forward to it."
"Do you remember the safeword?"
"Sure do."
"Because I'm not going to hold back."
She leaned in closer. Liz matched her.
"Do your worst."
"Then follow me." Jo moved to the loveseat and set her wineglass down on an end table, and Liz followed her,
keeping her glass in hand and taking small sips every now and again. When she sat down next to Jo, Jo hooked
her leg behind Liz's and pulled them up in front of her. With Liz reclined across her lap, Jo plucked off one
of her shoes and began to massage Liz's foot.
Liz knew that Jo didn't invite her here just to give her a massage, but she was willing to wait. Jo may not
have had the breadth of abilities that Mike had, but she had a better sense of drama than he did. She knew how
to do a good build-up. Liz closed her eyes and felt warmth spread up and down her leg. As Jo's hands enveloped
her foot, she began to feel something strange. When she opened her eyes, her foot had completely vanished.
Only a round stump and an empty sack of stocking remained. As she watched, Jo ran her hands over the stump,
massaging it further until her entire leg was gone below the knee.
Jo lifted Liz's reduced leg up against her chest, cradling it against herself and rubbing her hands along it.
She brought it to her face as though she wanted to kiss it, but she stopped short, her breath pouring down
Liz's thigh. She looked Liz in the eye and gave her a devilish grin, and then she began kneading Liz's leg
again, wearing it down until there was nothing left of it at all. Only a limp leg of her fishnets remained, hanging out of Liz's skirt.
Jo got up from the loveseat and drained the last of her wine. She reached down, took Liz's hand, and pulled
her to her foot. Liz swayed for a moment, trying to get her balance on a single high heel, and then she fell
forward. Jo caught her in her arms and pulled her close.
"You still remember the safeword, right?"
"Oh, come on. You aren't ready to call it a night already, are you?" Liz ran a finger along the seam of Jo's
top, brushing the side of her breast.
"Well, if you're sure."
Jo lifted Liz into her arms, holding her waist with one and her single leg with the other. She nudged Liz's
other shoe off and took hold of her foot, pressing against it and causing it to melt away just as the other
one had. Her hand was up Liz's skirt, rubbing against the bottom of Liz's hips. Liz's eyelids began to
flutter, and her lips parted.
Jo pulled Liz's fishnets off and dropped them on the floor, since Liz had no need for them anymore. She pulled
off Liz's underwear along with them. As Liz tensed in anticipation, she felt that strange feeling again. Her
skirt was starting to go even more limp. As Jo's hand continued to work, the feeling spread up her spine and
into her gut, and all of a sudden, her skirt was draped over Jo's arm. Everything below her waist was
completely gone.
Jo set Liz down on a barstool and picked up her discarded clothes, tossing them into another room and closing
the door. Liz tried to feel for her missing parts, but all her hands found was the legs of the stool. It
wasn't the first time she'd been divided in half, but it was still unexpected in the circumstances.
"Really?" said Liz. "I kinda thought you were gonne need one or two things down there."
Jo refilled her wineglass and took another drink. "Oh, come on, Liz. Anyone can pleasure a woman that way. You
and I don't need to settle for that." She wrapped an arm around Liz and raised her slightly, slipping her hand
under Liz's waist and running her fingernails gently across the flat surface. "You can still use the safeword,
you know. Anytime you want. We can stop right here."
"Oooh, not on your life," said Liz. "Don't you dare stop now."
"Good." Jo set Liz back down on the stool and ran her hands over Liz's bare midsection. Liz ran her own hands
over Jo's arms and over her shoulders. Jo ran her hands up to Liz's shoulders and, taking a firm grip, peeled
them off. Before Liz could react, Jo crossed her arms over her chest and stuck Liz's arms onto herself, one on
each side of her chest.
Liz knew that her skin tone wasn't an exact match for Jo's, but with the lighting in Jo's apartment, it was
hard to tell the difference. Besides, Jo was running both her and Liz's hands over herself as though it was
the most natural thing in the world. There wasn't the merest hint of a seam or anything else to suggest that
Liz's arms hadn't always been part of Jo's body. It was even getting harder for Liz to think of them as her
arms. All she could feel of herself was her head and chest, perched on the barstool like a statue, while Jo
posed in front of her like a goddess. Not that she was complaining, though. Jo only spent a moment caressing
herself before she started caressing Liz, and the feel of four hands running all over her body made the
disorientation all worth it.
This time, Jo didn't bother asking if Liz wanted to use the safeword. She just grabbed onto the seams of Liz's
tube top and pulled them outward. Each pair of hands pulled on opposite ends, lifting the fabric away from
Liz's body and sliding it down, until Liz's breasts were exposed and her last remaining garment was lying
around her waist. The lower pair of hands, formerly Liz's, stroked Liz's midriff, while the upper pair brushed
against her breasts and through her cleavage. There was nothing Liz could do except enjoy it. She barely
noticed when Jo began to wrap her fingers around one breast, and as Jo gently lifted and pulled, she even
closed her eyes and smiled. When she opened her eyes, Jo was standing before her with a disembodied breast in
two of her hands. With the other two, she was pulling the fabric of her own top away from her, creating a
space. She positioned Liz's breast between her own inside her top, and when she withdrew her hands, a third
nipple was pressing against the latex.
Jo lifted Liz from the barstool and held her against herself, her three breasts pressing against Liz's one.
"One last chance."
Liz smiled.
"Do you really think I want to ask you to stop now?"
Jo smiled back.
She cradled Liz's head with one pair of hands and her waist with the other, and she began to rub Liz's waist
away. Her navel gradually disappeared, and then her remaining breast, and then her collarbone, until only her
head was left, with a rounded stump of neck. Jo carried Liz's head over to the wingback chair, sat down, and
brought her close.
The sensation was almost overwhelming. Liz had had moments close to this at Mike's place plenty of times,
making out with people with a severed head, but being reduced to only a head magnified the whole experience.
There were no other parts of her body to distract her with other sensations. There was only the kissing, and
the touch of Jo's fingers, and the feel of her face against hers. She was completely lost in the moment, until
another feeling took her by surprise. She felt a shudder throughout her whole body, which made her realize
that she had a whole body again. She had two arms, two legs, and two breasts, but something about them felt
off.
When she opened her eyes, she saw what Jo had done. She had slid her own head to the side and attached Liz's
head next to it. Liz had two arms, but they were on the same side. She had two breasts, but one of them was
shared with Jo and pressed against the third one. She had two legs, but at the same time, they were also Jo's
legs, under their shared control. They rubbed against each other as both women tried to get as much feeling
out of them as possible. Liz ran her hands across her belly, and she felt the strange boundary as her touch
moved over to Jo's half.
Jo turned her head and kissed Liz on the cheek. Liz rubbed a hand inside of Jo's cleavage, feeling the extra
pressure on her own breasts. Jo dipped a hand inside of their pants, and both of them gasped at the exact same
time.
"Oh, my god, Jo," said Liz. "That was amazing."
"Ah, but I'm not done yet," said Jo. "I've got one last surprise in store for you."
"I can't imagine how you think you're going to top this."
Jo reached up to take hold of Liz's chin, and they shared one more kiss. Then, she winked, put her hand on top
of her head, and pressed. She pressed her own head into her shoulders until it was completely gone, and just
like that, Liz had the body to herself.
Liz was stunned. She ran her hands over herself to make sure it was all her, that she was in complete control.
Then she ran her hands over her arms, realizing that she now had four instead of two. Her extra breast was
still there, too. Well, it was actually her one breast and the other two were the extras, but the matter of
whose was whose didn't even matter to her anymore. If it was that easy to swap body parts with other people,
what difference did it make which ones she had started with? She felt around inside the latex top, coming to
terms with using two pairs of hands to fondle two sets of cleavage much more quickly that she had thought she
would.
Before too long, she realized that her head was still where Jo had put it, sitting on top of one of her
shoulders instead of centered. She wasn't sure how easy it would be to undo what Jo had done, and she had
never actually been able to do magic herself at any of Mike's parties, but at the moment, she wasn't thinking
with a clear head. All she could focus on was that her head was out of position, and she needed to try and fix
it. She took hold of her head with one pair of hands and her shoulders with the other, and she pulled. For a
long second, she worried that she might be stuck like that, but she suddenly felt a strange floating feeling
in her neck, and her head slid into the correct position. Maybe whatever Jo had done had sone kind of built-in
safety feature or something.
All of a sudden, she remembered about Jo. She had no idea what had happened to Jo. Jo definitely didn't have
any control over what had been her body, so where was she? Liz began to worry that something horrible had
happened, when the door at the other end of the room opened. Jo came strutting into the room, wearing Liz's
tube top, Liz's skirt, Liz's fishnets, and Liz's shoes. It couldn't have been Liz's body, though, because Jo
had both arms and breasts accounted for.
"Nice work, Liz," said Jo. "See? Magic isn't that hard, is it?"
"You mean I can do magic now?" said Liz.
"Sure," said Jo. "It's all about muscle memory. I've done a lot of magic with those hands." She wrapped her
arms around Liz's waist. "Now how about you show me what you can do with them."
Lix wrapped her arms around Jo, trying to touch as many parts of her as she could. "Well, that all depends."
"On what?"
Liz leaned in close, her lips right next to Jo's ear.
"On whether or not you remember the safeword."