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The details of later that night, I’m keeping private. Use your imagination. Honestly, with the booze it was a bit fuzzy anyway. I’ll resume with the next morning when I woke up and tried to sit up.

“Jessica!”

“Mmm,” she rolled over.

“Hey! Jessica!”

She nuzzled her head into my chest.

“Wake up!”

“Yea?”

“Why don’t I have any arms or legs?”

“Oh um… I took them from you.”

“Why?”

“To make snuggling you easier.”

She pulled me in closer, wrapping a leg around me. It made sense… in a way at least.

“Pretty sure I need to pee,” I said after another minute.

“Oh… well, I’ll help you.”

“That won’t be awkward or weird at all.”

“It’s my body anyway,” she said. “C’mon.”

She took me into the shower afterwards. I still had her female torso, just no limbs. It was inconvenient at first, but as she was making breakfast, I realized that this way I’d be excused from having to do … well, anything at all. For someone who can be as lazy as I can in the mornings, this is a pretty sweet deal.

After being fed breakfast, Jessica finally agreed to switch us back. She replaced my — soon to be her own — arms and legs, then showed me how to remove her head (twist and pull, pretty simple). She helped me with my head and we switched, handing each head back to their original bodies.

“On three we both replace our heads,” she said. “Easiest way to do it without someone losing control.”

“All right,” I said. “Three!”

I didn’t really think about what I’d done, sticking her head on all of a sudden while she — still controlling my body — was holding my own head.

But effectively my body just went comatose and my head tumbled onto the carpeted floor.

Jessica just broke down laughing.

“What did you think you were doing?” she said.

“I um… was going to try and get you to where you were just a head. Like you had me last night.”

“Believe me, Brett, if you want me to just be a head, you just need to tell me! I love being just a head! Just like I love not having a head!”

“Wait, you can not have a head? That’s possible?”

“Possible? When I was 20, I spent a whole summer without one.”

“Seriously? What’s it like?”

“We’ll try it sometime. Right now, let’s get you put together again.”

She picked up my head and stuck me back on my own shoulders.

The same rush as last night shot through my spine, a little less intense this time since I was expecting it.

“Ahhh,” I said audibly.

Luckily, before leaving, I checked to make sure everything was there.

“Um… Jessica? Where is my cock?”

She giggled. “Oh you noticed?”

“I mean, it’s a bit noticeable when I feel a draft in my pants, yeah.”

“You didn’t need this back did you?” she said, producing it from under her bed pillow. I guess she must’ve hidden it there when she left me, limbless, in the living room before.

“I mean I kind of prefer having it with m—“

I was stopped short by her sticking it into her mouth.

For the next few minutes, I couldn’t do much but writhe around on the ground while Jessica did her thing, stopping periodically to taunt me a bit more.

“I could give it back to you now,” she said. “Is that what you’d like?”

“Keep going!”

“I mean, if you need it…”

A little while later I left, full assembled again and feeling very satisfied with the whole encounter. We’d made plans to see each other again on Thursday. What that might entail, I could only guess.

—

Thursday came, and Jessica and I arranged, via text, to have a picnic.

“I’ll need a ride,” her text said. “Going to be a bit squished.”

I wasn’t sure what that meant until I arrived at her house.

I knocked on the door.

“It’s unlocked!” she shouted from inside.

I opened the door and was kind of stopped in my tracks.

Jessica was sitting on her couch, wearing a floral-print skirt. She was… how do I put this?

Well, she just a lower half, but with a head attached to her hips.

“Hey!” she said.

“Hey there,” I said. “So um… ‘squished’ is a good way to put it.”

“You like it?”

She wiggled her but back and forth on the couch.

“It’s definitely different.”

“Oh yeah?”

“And different is a good thing,” I said, picking her up to kiss her.

“Mmm… I packed a grocery bag with some wine and cheese on the counter. You’re going to need to carry everything.”

“I guess we won’t be playing frisbee,” I said.

“Um… I can try and catch it in my teeth?”

“Or I could stop and get a soccer ball.”

“No, we can just use my head!”

“I can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”

“Completely serious. Let’s go! I haven’t been outside all day!”

We walked to a local park with a botanical garden. I of course had to carry everything, but that really wasn’t so bad. I did get to watch her ass ahead of me while she ran ahead.

“So I call this the shorty,” she said. “And it’s one of my favorite body forms to be.”

“Do you and the Great Garfoli use this in your show?”

“No, it’s more … I don’t know. I seldom ever get let out of the boxes. He’s a traditionalist. Honestly, I’m not sure how much longer I’ll keep doing it. The amount of work is nice, but … meh. Traveling, working nights, dealing with Carl and his faux professionalism… I’m kinda over it.”

“What’s your ideal profession?”

“Sex toy.”

I laughed.

“I know, half-joking, but also half-serious. Like, I really just want to be helpless and fuckable. Well, making other people helpless is fun too. But I do really like being reduced a bit.”

“Kinda like you are now?”

“Well, yeah. But I mean, maybe I’d like to write, or do some real work too. I just want something that affords me this lifestyle. And I guess this gig works out for that pretty well.”

“I’ll have to see your show sometime.”

“If you want to. I mean, it’s … I guess you’ll have to see it sometime. Oooh, we can use you as a volunteer!”

“What do the volunteers do?”

“Depends on the show, but there’s one trick where we spin your head around and leave it on backwards.”

“A few days ago, that would have surprised me.”

“Carl wasn’t into that idea, but I got him to see how much the audience loves that kind of stuff.”

“Why don’t you do your own show?”

“Hm…”

“I mean, what do you need this guy for anyway? It sounds like he’s dead weight. You can already do magic. It sounds like he’s not super popular, and kind of hokey anyway. What does he offer that you need?”

“He’s… nice. But … hmm… I like that idea, actually. A lot.”

“You could do your own version of … well, sexy magic.”

“I don’t strip. Just so you know.”

“I wasn’t implying that, just that…”

“But yeah. Sexy stuff. I get it.”

We continued to the park where I set up our picnic, poured a couple glasses of wine, and got out some cheese and crackers.

“Why don’t you take my head off?” said Jessica.

“Sure,” I said. “You know, that’s still a really weird request to hear.”

I sat up, taking a hold of her chin and twisting until I heard a pop.

“Ah, that’s better,” she said. “So I wanna know more about you — you said you work in marketing?”

Things continued like that for a while. We shared stories from our pasts, talked about politics, music. Date stuff, right?

Eventually the conversation reached a lull.

“So… do you wanna kick my head around a bit?”

I laughed. “Won’t that hurt?”

“Not if we turn it into a soccer ball. Cover me up with the picnic blanket.”

I obliged, wrapping her head up in the blanket.

“Okay, I just need a second. Um…”

There was a pause. I didn’t know what to think, so I just checked my phone for a moment.

“Hey! Brett!”

“What?”

“What are you waiting for? Get me out!”

I unwrapped the blanket to find… well, a soccer ball.

“Pretty cool trick huh?” said the soccer ball.

“This is your head?”

“Well, yeah. You know the cool part about being a ball? Well, probably not because you’re super lame and not into magic.”

“Well, give me a chance to work on it.”

“I can see in all directions at once!”

“Really?”

“It’s a bit tricky to get used to, but yeah. C’mon, let’s go!”

Her legs got up and kicked the ball — her head — right out of my hands. I got up and followed her out into the grass.

“I can’t even explain how much fun it is to roll around like this.”

“Can’t even,” I mocked.

“Shut up,” she said, kicking the ball back at me hard. I headed it up in the air, but missed the juggle. Soccer was never my strong suit.

“So do you play a lot of soccer then?” I asked, kicking herself back to her legs.

“Um… well, I’ve done some rec league stuff when I was a teenager. But not really soccer. I have done some adult kickball stuff around here.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Oh, and guess who’s the unofficial league ball?” She gave herself another punt over to me

“I um… do I really need to guess?”

“It probably won’t take you very long,” she said, rolling to a stop.

“So when you say play,” I asked, kicking her up to an okay juggle, “Do you just mean that you’re the ball?”

“Essentially, yes. Sometimes I let someone else be the ball though.”

“This … you are such a strange girl,” I said. I kicked her back to her legs again.

She laughed. “You have no idea.”

—

After a bit more “kicking-around-the-old-head” I was ready to change her back. I brought her back over, wrapped her up in the picnic blanket again.

“Okay,” she said. I unwrapped her head, restored and gave her a long kiss.

“So… I have a treat for you,” she said.

“Oh really?”

“But first… you know how I said I’m really weird?”

“Yeah?”

“Like… really weird?”

“Okay…”

“This is one of those things,” she said, biting her lip.

“All right. Ready for weirdness.”

“Name a dessert you want to eat right now.”

“How about… some ice cream.”

“What kind? What toppings? Be as specific as you can.”

“How about a vanilla ice cream banana split with chocolate syrup, and cashews.”

She closed her eyes for a moment. She opened them with a strange look on her face.

“Ookay,” she said. “I think it worked. I’ve only tried this once or twice.”

“What?”

“Inside my head is a banana split.”

“Inside you head?”

“Yep. My hair should come off like a wig, and then the top should pop right off.”

“What really?” I found her hair did indeed come right off like a wig.

“It’s… starting to melt,” she said, sounding a little uncomfortable. “And come out of my ears.”

I laughed. “I’m not even sure I brought a spoon.”

“I’ve never tried this with ice cream,” she said, “Didn’t really think this through…”

“Okay, I’m looking… I have a fork!”

“Good enough! Open my head!”

What followed was definitely one of — nope, definitely THE strangest bowl of ice cream I’d ever eaten. A bit messy with the fork, and I did have to wipe up her ears and nose as melted ice cream dripped out of them.

“How am I getting a brain freeze?” she asked.

“Are you really asking me?”

“No, rhetorical I guess. I mean, you’re eating my brain so … I guess I should’ve done pudding. That’s what I did the first time I tried this.”

“I’m eating your brain?” I took another bite.

“Yea, but don’t worry… It’s… nice.”

“What happens when I finish?”

“Oh… yeah…”

“I have like two more bites left. You’d better tell me quick.”

“Close … my … head… take … my … ass … home…”

“And then?” I took another bite, leaving just one left.

“My … room … my … ass … will … show … you.”

“Cool,” I said, finishing the last bite.

On Jessica’s face was just a vacant expression.

“You get all that?” I nudged her legs.

Her hips twitched apparently enjoying themselves.

Yeah, I know. Sounds kinda cruel. But really, given some of the things she’d talked about — and that it was her idea in the first place — this seemed like the kind of thing she was into, right?

And anyway, hey, free ice cream.