Headless Pussy (22/09/13)
	Davia was a bright student, a promising scientist, devoted to her studies in Natural Sciences. She specialised in the study of the natural world, ecology, animals, plants, essentially, she was interested in life, in all its forms. Short on money, and facing a long course at university, with bills, rent to pay, food to buy, and even books for her lessons, she volunteered for a medical trial program of some sort, though in her desperation she did not pay much attention to what the details were. Still, she needed the money so she hurried ahead. She signed the waiver, went to the agreed place at the agreed time, and the testing began. It is at this point that Davia's memory becomes fuzzy, and the details are lost. She awoke lying on an examination bed in a darkened room. All the lights were off, as were the various monitors around the walls. Away to her left were her clothes, folded up neatly on a chair. Something felt wrong about her body but she could not figure out exactly what it was, and it was maddening. She felt like it was something obvious. It was only when she walked past a medicine cabinet, and saw her reflection in the glass, that she began to panic. Her head was gone! There was not even a stump...just a bandage covered mound of some sort. After several minutes of simply staring into the glass, fighting away the questions about how she could be alive, how she could still even see or hear, she managed to drum up the courage to reach for the bandages, and slowly unravel them. What she saw made her fall silent and stare into the glass again, for a long few minutes. The freckles that once adorned her cheeks, now were on her shoulders, and where her neck once sat...was a duplicate of the slit between her legs. In shock, she moved on autopilot, dressing herself, and finding that there was something beneath her clothing. A second pair of underwear and a note. The note explained that this second pair of panties was to be worn upside down over her shoulders. When worn in this way, they would generate an illusion of her head, complete with what expression she wanted it to show. To her own sight (however her sight worked without eyes), it would appear ghostly and blue, but to everyone else, it looked exactly as it always had. What else could she do but trust the note? It wasn't like anything worse could happen, surely? She slipped the undergarment on, and had to admit that at least it felt better that way, and indeed, after a moment's delay, in the reflection of the glass she could see a ghostly blue version of her face, hovering above that misplaced feminine mound between her shoulders. It was only then that she thought to turn over the note. On the back, the note held a warning, that using the 'illusion panties' would mean her body would 'forget' what a head was actually like. Even if one could be created or attached somehow for her, it would no longer function, essentially leaving her trapped with this new body configuration. A lot of smashing of various objects and furniture about the room ensued, as well as a lot of swearing. Tentative exploration revealed her 5 senses were still intact, and she could still speak, albeit with a lisp. Since then she has learnt how best to live with her new body, and keeps it hidden from everyone with the illusion clothing, even managing to eat in public, listen to music through earphones, drink (with a straw), and she is getting gradually more comfortable. Davia has not been brave enough to try for a relationship, which is something she feels keenly, the satyrs she is descended from were extremely sociable in nature, and she gets lonely. Who knows what the future holds?