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CRASH!

The sound of a breaking vase was heard throughout her apartment… but it wasn’t a vase that broke. Laura was desperately trying to stay on her feet despite the fear and confusion.

“Oh no, no, no, no, no, this can’t be happening!” she muttered to herself, shivering in disbelief.

This beautiful woman was standing in her kitchen, now headless and somehow in shock that she could still see the expressionless pieces of what once was her head scattered about her kitchen floor.

“This is crazy. How am I thinking… how am I doing anything without a head? Is… is this a mutation? I thought I was too old to mutate?” Laura’s thoughts were going through her head a mile a minute.

Laura had felt strange for the past few days. Her head felt light, foggy, almost like it was empty. Her vision seemed, off somehow, like she wasn’t seeing from her eyes. Today she felt a very drastic numbness in her head and neck, and it caused her to stumble around a bit. It wasn’t a surprise when she accidentally hit her head on the open door of the cupboard. It was a surprise when her head came clean off.

“What am I going to do now?” she thought to herself. “How the heck can I still see and hear!?” It was true, and bizarre. Despite not having eyes and ears she still saw and heard just fine. She could still see the pieces of her former head on the floor. “How long was it just a hollow shell?” she thought.

She noted that she could still feel… lips though. She meekly spoke “testing… one, two…” and then shivered feeling her vagina vocalize every sound. She moved her tongue and felt it wriggle around down there. She could even fondle her own clit with it. “Well… I guess that answers the question of how I will speak and eat from now on.

She grabbed an empty shoebox from the closed and began gathering the pieces of her former head inside it. It was nothing but useless debris right now, but she couldn’t just toss out something that had been a part of her for almost thirty years. “I guess I’ll save a lot on makeup and earrings this way” she said trying to console herself. She knew the next few days would be filled with paper work and doctors’ visits, but suddenly she remembered.

“Shit! I have a date in an hour!”

She was going to have to get used to this new mutation fast.