"Can't you call out sick?" You ask Rebecca, dressing her as slowly as you could get away with. While you were in control of her body and technically could've just stayed in bed, as it was her body she could retake control of it at any time so physical resistance would've been futile. Emotional resistance was your only hope, and so far it had fallen on deaf shoulders.
"What, indefinitely? Until you get your own body? I don't think so! Come on, it's better to rip the band aid off sooner rather than later!" Rebecca said cheerfully, speaking in your head through your shared connection. All heads and bodies could speak to part they were attached to, and Rebecca's body was quite a talker.
"But like, I've never been trained to do your job! I don't even know the process! I'll screw it up or something!" You plead, struggling to fit her bust into the tight uniform she had to wear. You had no idea why Rebecca insisted on wearing medium shirts when she would obviously be more comfortable in a large. Either it was a weird self esteem thing, or she liked the way it made her assets stand out. You'd never thought to complain about this choice, until now, when you were the one wearing it.
"It's just customer service. You did basically the same thing at the arcade. You'll be fine! I'll feed you all the information you need to give, you just gotta to recite what I tells ya! Easy as pie!" She chirped.
"But what about your head? Isn't she still working there?" You asked, remembering how... roughly your last meeting with Rebecca's head had gone. "Who gets your job if you two split.
This seemed to give Rebecca pause for thought, and gave you a moment of hope. "Huh, not sure. I mean, I know some businesses got a head & body work policy, but I don't think I ever asked..." You felt your left hand move without your command, scratching your stubbly chin in thought. Then, to your great disappointment, you felt it tap your cheek reassuringly. "Well, I guess we'll see what Sam has to say once we get there! Not like they'll fire me and keep my head when I've got both the hands to stock shelves AND the charms to woo clients! My head may have brains, but that bitch is... well, a bitch! And now she's a bitch with no body! No come on!" She said, slapping her own ass and causing you to hop onto your feet with a yelp. "You don't wanna be late on your first day, do ya?"
You would've liked nothing more than to be late on your first day, other than perhaps not showing up at all. Begrudgingly, you trotted your hot new body out of your apartment and hurried as fast as your shorter legs could carry you to Rebecca's car. You managed to get there with only 2 people spotting you, a pair of headless joggers. While they had no faces to read, the way their necks twitched gave you the feeling that they were looking you up and down as they passed. Rebecca made no comment, but you felt her heart flutter in response. She loved the way people looked at her. You supposed that's why she agreed to go out with you, the way you couldn't keep your eyes off of her.
Luckily for you, Rebecca coincidentally drove the exact same make and model of car as you, albeit hers was a bright sunflower yellow compared to your former car's emerald green. This familiarity with the vehicle made the drive slightly easier, though her shorter limbs and the lower position of your head in the driver's seat still screwed with some of your muscle memory. Regardless, you made it to Rebecca's work safely, and parked her car in her designated employee spot, alongside...
"Who's this asshole?" Rebecca asked, her psychic connection directing your attention to a grey pick up truck.
"Not a car you recognize?" You ask, feeling the paradoxical sensation of both having and not having a pit in your stomach, as you mentally felt dread while Rebecca's body was only confused and maybe a bit annoyed.
"No." She said. "Wait, maybe it belongs to whoever dropped my head off to work?"
"So your head did decide to show up. And it got here first." You said. On the one hand, maybe if the head got here already, you and Rebecca's body would get to go home as the head would take care of her job. On the other hand, her being here meant that you'd still have to interact with her, at least once, and that was not something you were looking forward to. On the third, somehow worse hand, if the head took Rebecca's job, her body would have to find a new one, leaving you both unemployed!
Rebecca's body seemed to have come to a similar conclusion, as you felt your body unbuckle itself and speed walk over to the door. As you arrived inside Nifty Thrifty's, the thrift shop Rebecca worked at, you saw indeed that Rebecca's head was already here, speaking to the manager Sam...
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