I first saw her on the patio at the big party. Two of her, dancing with herself, with little grooves in her skin like the seams in a mannequin. She was the second and third most beautiful woman I saw that night.

I walked over and tapped one of her on the shoulder. "Excuse me," I said. "Mind if I cut in?"

They looked me up and down, and they smiled devilishly. "Sure," one of them said, stepping away. "Have fun, Marcia."

"You too, Marcia," said the other one. She wrapped her arms around my waist and started swaying with me. "So how about you, honey? Are you having fun so far?"

"I am now," I said. I ran my hands up and down her body, hugging the curves of her back and sides. "Mmm, look at you. I could just take you to pieces."

She giggled. "Oh, sweetie, you say the nicest things."

I pulled her close and ran a fingertip along the groove in her neck. "Do these seams really work?"

"Oh, yeah. You want to play?"

"Oh, please, let's play." I started to breathe a little heavier.

"There's a trick to it," she said. "You have to put a little pressure here and here." She tapped either side of her jaw. "And then you have to pull on the secret switch."

"And where's that?"

She tapped her lips with her fingertip. "Right here."

I chuckled, placed my hands on either side of her face, and closed my eyes. My lips found hers, like they belonged there. She held my face in her hands as well, and the dance music seemed to fade away.

I wasn't sure how to make her head detach, but that was all right. I was happy to try for as long as it took.

Then I felt something give way. It wasn't what I was expecting, though.

I opened my eyes, and I looked up at Marcia. I looked to the side, and I saw my own chest looming over me.

"Oops," she said. "Looks like you got it backwards. Selfie time!"

She put her arm around my shoulders and lifted my head up to look down at her. I saw my own headless body standing next to her, shivering as she kissed the top of my neck.

"Mmm," she said. "I could just take you to pieces."

Oh, she could, she really, really could. I felt around until my hand found her waist, and then I watched as it creeped upward.

"Are you seeing anyone?" I said.

She laughed and pulled my head closer, and she gave me a sweet little peck on the cheek. "Oh, honey, sorry," she said. "I'm already spoken for. But if that's what you're looking for, I think I can make that happen for you."

She tucked my head under her arm and led my body across the dance floor. Eventually, I saw the other Marcia heading toward us with her arm around the shoulders of another woman. She had the woman's head under her other arm, and her own head was in the woman's hands.

"There you are," said the other Marcia. "I've got someone here you simply must meet. Come on, babe. Let's leave these two to get better acquainted."

Marcia took Marcia's head from the woman and handed her mine, and then the other Marcia passed her head to me. Both of us kept each other's heads pointed at each other as Marcia and Marcia walked away.

"I'm Lucy," I said. "Hi."

"I'm Mika," she said. I stepped closer, bringing her head closer to me. "First time at one of these parties?"

"Second." I felt her shift my head in her grip, and I saw her hand reach out to my wrist. She pressed my head against her bare midriff for stability.

"First time for me," she said. "So far, it's everything I was hoping for."

I stepped closer, until our heads were almost touching. I turned her head sideways against myself, and I reached out to turn my head to match.

She was the most beautiful woman I saw that night.

"Me too," I said. "Let's make your first time memorable."

Her eyes half-closed as she stepped even closer, until my head and hers were sandwiched between our midriffs, facing each other in the middle of a canyon of flesh. Our fingers met behind our heads as we drank each other in.

Boxed in, with our bodies filling our view, the sound of the party almost completely faded away. There was nothing but us.

I love you, Mika.