This choice: Ask more questions to the head • Go Back... "Hey, can you get me off the ground please? I think I'm going to be sick..." The young woman said, blowing away a tuft of grass that had been resting against her cheek. Never mind how she could get sick, seeing that she no longer has a body below her head! She watches you continue to examine her body, roaming your borrowed hands across her chest and groin. It being more than just an illusion when you trace over the woman's mouth-watering, curvaceous figure. She blurts out, "HEY! Stop feeling up my body! Those are not yours to touch! Ewwwwwww!!"
Blushing before letting out a nervous chuckle, you pick her up carefully, sweeping her strawberry blonde locks out of her eyes with her own hands. Cradling her cranium in your slender arms, you struggle to get a good hold of her. Thank goodness nobody was around to spot you two! It being hard enough to explain why you have a woman's body below your head, much less why you're also holding on to the talking, decapitated head of that woman.
"Can we get a dialogue going here? What's your name?" She asked, weirded out at seeing her boobs close to eye level.
"I'm Gavin." You said, resuming your journey out of the field and toward your girlfriend's house. "You?"
"My name is Haley Davis." The woman said, then added curiously. "Have we met before? You look familiar for some reason."
"Not that I'm aware of." You reply before stumbling on Haley's heels. Almost letting go of her head, you lurch forward with your new center of gravity. "Woo-ooah! Sorry, must have broken a heel or something. Hmm. Never thought I would say that."
She rolled her eyes. "Never mind that, Gavin. Just take them off before you break my ankle." So you set her head down again and took off her heels. Holding the straps through your fingers, your hands were quite full after picking Haley up once more and leaving the field.
"Yow! The pavement is hot." You complained, putting them back on again.
"Fine! Just please tell me where we are going?" She begged you, distressed at being wholly at the mercy of someone else like this.
"To my girlfriend's house. It's just a few blocks away." You explained. "I would take us back to my home, but my wallet, phone, and keys were in my pants pocket. Whoever stole my body has them now, so I'm locked out and can't call anybody. But Mikki has a spare house key."
"And Mikki is your girlfriend?"
"Right."
"How do you think she'll react?" Mentioned Haley. "Bursting into her house like this."
"No other choice at the moment." You shrugged. "We absolutely need to go somewhere private though. Out here, on the street, we're a total freak show!"
"Can't say I disagree."
"So, Haley, why did the people in that van give your body back? There's nothing... wrong with it, is there?" You inquired, looking over her body resting below your head.
"No, but then again who knows what they're looking for, anyway?"
"What are they going to do to my body?"
"Beats me, Gavin. I just hope they come back so they can give it back to you. And give my body back to me."
"Think they'll do that?" You asked a bit skeptically. "I saw a bunch of other bodiless heads in that black van. Not exactly law-abiding behavior to go around stealing bodies and heads from people."
"We should call the police!" She declared.
"When we get to Mikki's house. I don't have a phone, remember?"
"Oh yeah. Did you happen to get my purse back? I've got a phone and --
"Nope." You replied flatly. She frowned and had a pensive look on her face.
It is difficult to walk steadily in Haley's strappy 4-inch heels, and sometimes you lose your balance and stumble forward. Your ass feels bigger, rounder. Hips sashaying beyond your control with every mincing step you take, making you feel like a wobbly bowl of jello. Your new arms and legs are shaved, with a sleeve tattoo running down the length of your left arm. On your wrists are adorned several bracelets, and on your left ring finger is a diamond-tipped wedding ring. Although the low-cut gray top covers your midriff, you can feel that Haley has a belly button piercing underneath. Clearly this is a woman who enjoys to decorate and show off her body.
"Are you married?" You asked.
"Oh, you noticed the ring?" She replied. "Yeah, it'll be two years this November. I'll talk about Greg later if you like."
"B-B-but that means... you and your husband... umm... you know..."
"We what? Have had sex?" She said matter-of-factly. Seeing the pale expression on your face she scoffs, "Yes, Gavin, one of the better parts of being married. We don't all the time of course, but what else do you expect?"
"I -- uh -- I -- " You stammer, realizing that your current body has had sex with men on multiple occasions. Using the vagina resting snugly between your legs. Your vagina at the moment.
"Come on Gavin! It's nothing to be embarrassed about. If anything, I should be the one flipping out; some strange guy has my body right now! Besides, haven't you and Mikki... you know, together?"
"Well yeah, but this is different. Way different." You answered, quickening your pace toward Mikki's house. Briefly hiding behind a large tree as you see a car rush by. The black van nowhere in sight.
"God, your head is so heavy." You complain, shifting Haley's head in your arms. Cradling her against your other breast this time.
"I'm probably not as strong as you were, Gavin." She smiled apologetically. "Be thankful that you still have arms."
"I'm thrilled..." You groaned. Wishing that you had just stayed home that afternoon and avoided this surreal weirdness entirely.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, you mince up to the front door of Mikki's house. You set Haley down next to the welcome mat and ring the doorbell. Normally you would call Mikki to tell her you were coming over, but in this case it would have to be a surprise.
And what a surprise it would be!
What happens next? How does Mikki react to the sight of her longtime boyfriend head swapped with a voluptuous, recently married young woman?
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