Rings of Change, Chapter 5
Warning: Adult Content


The day started far earlier than Meghan would have liked.  College students were supposed to sleep in until noon, not crawl out of bed at 4 am.  If it were just a simple class she needed to attend, she'd have slept until twenty minutes beforehand, thrown on some clothes and left.  As it was, she got up, took a shower, got dressed, and fastidiously did her hair and makeup-- much to her roommate's chagrin, judging by how she started tossing and turning.  Her roommate was a pretty Indian girl named Rana, who always seemed to be buried in studies… a lot like Meghan before she had met Renee, actually.  Meghan hadn't mentioned Delta Theta to her roomie yet.  She probably wouldn't care.

Meghan arrived at the sorority house about ten minutes early, just as the other pledges began arriving, too.  The girls all looked tired, and a few were clutching coffee cups, although most of them were too new to college to have developed a healthy caffeine habit yet.

When they were finally invited inside, Mara's face lit up in an ill-disguised evil grin at all the fresh meat… er, "aspiring sisters," as she carefully worded it in her welcoming speech.  As Mara took delight in painting a grim picture of the oncoming week, Meghan looked around at the other pledges, hoping to reassure herself that everyone else was as nervous as her.  She noticed Gina, the girl she had met the morning after the party, standing halfway across the room and cracking her knuckles nervously.  The butterflies in Meghan's stomach faded a bit.

After Mara finished talking, another girl who was introduced as Kaitlyn began calling the names of each pledge one at a time and sending them with an older sister.  Gina went with Renee, and as Renee led her out of the room she happened to catch Meghan's eye and winked.

When there were only three girls left, Meghan's name was called, and as Renee had predicted, she went with Amanda.  The blonde-haired older girl led her up to the second floor, her ponytail bouncing as jogged up the stairs, into a small but well-decorated bedroom with two twin beds.

"Welcome to my room," said Amanda.  "I have it to myself right now, which kinda sucks.  I always think it's more fun to share a room."  She grinned, showing perfect white teeth between her bright red lips.  "You did a good job at the party on Saturday.  If you survive this week and get in, maybe you can be my roomie."

At Amanda's direction, Meghan stripped naked, suppressing her nervousness as she took off her jeans and her shirt.  Then she unfastened her bra and removed her panties, leaving them all in a pile in the middle of the floor.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing her bare legs to keep from getting goose bumps in the cool air, she felt a distinct sense of déjà vu as Amanda looked her over, like a sculptor looking at an empty canvas.

Then Amanda nodded, as if making a decision, and a moment later, Meghan found her head being twisted off.  The older girl held up Meghan's head and studied her face for a moment, her clear blue eyes alight with playful mischief.  Then she brushed a few strands of hair out of Meghan's face, and grinned as she carried her new toy over to her desk.

While Amanda was preoccupied with her head, Meghan focused on her headless body.  She touched the stump of her neck with one hand, feeling a shiver of sensation run through her body, and then lay back on the bed, enjoying the sensation of her bare skin against the sheets.

She was so preoccupied that she barely noticed that Amanda had set her head down.  Before she could register what was going on, Amanda spun her head around, wedged a narrow metal bit into her mouth, then tightened something around the back of her head that felt like leather straps.  "There!"  Amanda said.  Meghan suddenly found her head suspended in the air, and Amanda held her up and spun her around to face a nearby mirror.  "Mmmph," Meghan said from behind the gag.

Her head was encased in a bright pink leather harness, which pinned her hair against her head and left her unable to speak.  The straps wrapped around the top and sides of her head, and her head was left dangling from a long pink loop of leather.  A patch of leather also extended down from the harness and covered the stump of her neck.  It rubbed against her skin as her head swayed in the air, sending pleasurable sensations through not just her head but her body as well.  "So," Amanda asked, "what do you think?  Now you can carry your own head around like a purse."

Meghan couldn't do anything but mumble, and Amanda laughed.  She picked up a small padlock and fidgeted with the back of the harness, and Meghan heard a small click as she secured it.  "That'll hold it in place until I unlock it.  And this," she pointed at the bottom patch, "is so that you can't reattach your head until we take the whole thing off."  Amanda grinned again.  "Want to see something cool?  Never mind, I'll just show you."

She began massaging Meghan's neck through the thin leather, and Meghan felt a wave of pleasure wash over her body.  "Funny things start to happen when we detach people's heads," Amanda said, "nobody really knows why.  But it's pretty cool."  She slipped two fingers under the harness and against Meghan's skin, and Meghan felt her crotch begin to get wet.  Her headless, naked body writhed with pleasure on the bed.

Suddenly, Amanda winked at her.  "But it's not all fun and games… here comes your first challenge of the day.  I'm going to give you two minutes to get your clothes on.  Whatever clothes you actually manage to get on your body, you get to wear.  Everything else stays behind.  And you have to do it blind.  Ready…" she carried Meghan's head into the hallway and shut the door.  "Set, go."

Feeling the sudden pressure of the task at hand, Meghan closed her eyes and concentrated on her headless body, shut in the other room.  Using her hands, she felt her way along the floor to where her clothes were laying, then began to sort them out.  As she did, she became aware that Amanda was rubbing her neck again, distracting her, sending waves of pleasure through her body.  Her legs quivered, her crotch got even wetter, and after a moment her knees trembled and collapsed.  She wanted to play with herself, to enjoy the electric sensations that tingled through her body, but she knew she'd fail at the task at hand if she did.  She managed to pull on her bra, but it was difficult to get it fastened, and after a moment, she gave up.  Her loose bra rubbed against her nipples, which seemed to be responding even more than the rest of her body to Amanda's stimulation.  She pulled on her shirt (no time to figure out whether it was inside out or not), and tried to lie down to put her jeans on.

She still had her eyes closed, trying to focus on her body on the other side of the door, but she became aware that she was making soft moaning noises, muffled by her gag.  She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to give any hint to Amanda that she was having trouble, and focusing on her separated body, she managed to pull her jeans up.  Close enough.  Mostly dressed now, she didn't fasten her jeans, but gave way to her arousal, and began massaging her clit, the pleasure building under Amanda's delicate touch.  She was rubbing Meghan's neck, massaging it, and just as Meghan felt like she was approaching the brink, Amanda suddenly stopped.  "Two minutes is up," she grinned, "let's see how you did."

Still feeling incredibly aroused, Meghan hastily zipped up her jeans just as Amanda walked back through the door, her head suspended by its strap from the other girl's arm.

She had managed to get her shirt and jeans on, but her bra was unfastened and she had skipped her panties entirely.  The latter, at least, would be invisible, although there was a little damp spot on her pants if she looked closely.  She was suddenly glad she had worn dark blue jeans instead of light blue.  "Not bad," Amanda grinned.  "Stand up."

Meghan stood up, and Amanda handed back her head.  She hoisted the strap over one arm, and looked at herself in the mirror.  She looked pretty ordinary, except that she was headless and was carrying her head like some sort of purse.  It looked pretty cool, actually, despite still having the gag in place.  If I survive this week and get accepted, she thought, I'm totally going to the Halloween party as the Headless Horsewoman.

She had expected to stick with Amanda through the day, but as they left, Amanda told her to go to class as normal, with one final warning that if anyone saw her altering her shape, she'd be kicked out.  No second chances.  As she left, she noticed a few other girls headed out, most of them with their "older sister."  She saw one girl missing her torso, looking a lot like she had at the party.  Another girl walked out of the house with no arms, her empty sleeves rolled up and pinned to her shoulders, but on looking a second time Meghan realized that her arms had been attached at her waist, so two hands were now sticking out from under knee-length skirt.  That would provide some opportunities for "discrete entertainment" during class, if nothing else.

She took one last look back at the sorority house, which looked surprisingly old-fashioned and respectable from the outside.  She recognized Gina coming out the door, side-by-side with a pledge she didn't recognize, a Hispanic girl with cute features and dark brown hair.  They walked stiffly, struggling to negotiate the doorway, and it took her a moment to realize that they were actually joined together; Gina's right arm and the other girl's left arm had been vanished, and their shoulders had been attached at the empty stump.  Not only that… she noticed that Gina's arms and legs were darker, more Hispanic, and the other's girl arms and legs were white.  Their heads had been switched on their bodies!

Finally Gina and the other girl managed to squeeze through the door sideways, and tried to stand up straight.  They walked stiffly, and strained at the attached shoulder, which showed no sign of giving way.  From just inside the doorway, Meghan heard Mara and one of the other girls laughing, and she decided it was time to head to class.

As she crossed back onto the main section of campus, it was still early, but people were beginning to arrive for morning classes, and the campus was getting crowded.  Pretty much everyone she saw stopped to look at her, and she found herself permanently blushing, at least at first.  The girls' stares were more hostile than the guys', and Meghan slowly realized that Renee had been right… a lot of people were jealous.  Magic was real but rare, and to see such an obvious example of it out and about on campus, she realized people were genuinely amazed.  Maybe that was why the college administration put up with such a crazy sorority… it added to the mystique of campus.  The university was only one of six in the country with a certified Applied Magic program, and back home, just the name of the college carried a certain mystique with it.  She grinned, feeling better about life, and walked with just a bit more swagger in her hips.

In class, just because she could, she stowed her head with her backpack under her seat, and wondered what kind of odd looks her headless body was getting from the auditorium packed with students.  She tried taking notes based on what the professor was saying, and wondered if it would be legible when she got around to actually reading them.  Occasionally she reached up and rubbed her neck, enjoying the "side benefits" that came with having a detached head, although she couldn't quite bring herself to go all the way in such a public setting.

She was hit on by guys quite a bit that day, even though she couldn't talk and had to resort to writing on a piece of paper to communicate.  Even a few girls came up and talked to her, mostly if she could get them into Delta Theta.  Do you think, she mumbled behind the gag, that if I had that kind of clout I'd be walking around with my head locked into a bright pink harness?  What she actually wrote was almost always more polite.

She even gave her number to a couple of the cuter-looking guys.  Even though she was naturally shy, she found the attention addictive, and by the time she reunited with Amanda later that day, her head was held high (figuratively speaking) and she was feeling like a million bucks.