This story was originally posted to DeviantArt on February 26, 2010.
The door to the house was open, and nervously twirling a lock of her hair, Meghan stepped inside. The foyer was huge, the walls arcing upward to where an expensive-looking chandelier hung from the ceiling. To the left the living area opened up. There was a big TV turned on, but nobody was watching it. Everyone was apparently getting ready for the big party.
Delta Theta's Pledge Week Opening Party was one of the most talked-about events on campus. It was one of the wildest parties of the school year, even according to people she had talked to who weren't members. Everyone on campus wanted to get into it, but the sorority strictly controlled access. Mainly because it couldn't handle the entire 5,000-person campus showing up for a party, which they almost certainly would, but also the exclusivity helped make these sorts of events even better. Still, there were a couple hundred tickets floating around, a good number of them forged.
Taped to a table in the foyer, where there was already a lot of snacks layed out, was a handwritten sign in all caps: "PLEDGES GO TO KITCHEN", and an arrow pointing to the left. Meghan hesitated, looking over her outfit one last time. She had been told to dress as sexy as she could, and emphasize her best features. She had always thought her legs and ass were her best feature, so she wore six inch stiletto heels, high black stockings and garters, and a miniskirt that barely covered her ass. She wore a corsetted top, and over that she wore a black leather mini-jacket. I look like a slut, she thought to herself, but Renee had reassured her that the outfit was perfect. For pledges especially, getting in was all about being drop-dead sexy, she said. Meghan wondered what she had gotten herself into.
There was a mirror on the wall, and she glanced in it, checking her makeup. She wore bright red lipstick and pink eyeshadow that beautifully set off her red hair, and she grinned. Perfect. She spun once, almost falling, as she admired her ass in the mirror. If sexy was all it took, she was definitely in. She smiled at herself one last time, to boost her confidence as much as anything else, and walked down the hallway to the right.
The kitchen was only a few feet away, and Meghan saw that folding paper walls subdivided the dining area of the kitchen into a few different spaces. There was a hustle and bustle, and Meghan noticed that no one was cooking. The party was probably catered. She did see a line of kegs against the wall, which would undoubtedly be broken out before too long.
Suddenly, a girl loomed in front of Meghan. She was dressed in a cocktail dress, but she looked harried, and her hair was a little frizzy. She carried a clipboard and had a pen stashed behind her ear. Meghan recognized her as Mara, the girl who ran the pledge events. Without saying a word, Mara looked her up and down critically. Meghan felt uncomfortably like a piece of meat. "Hi, Mara," she said. "I'm Meghan. We met at the recruiting drive?"
"Meghan…" the girl absentmindedly took her pen and made a check on her clipboard, then eyed Meghan up and down critically. "Hmmm… take off the miniskirt."
"What?"
"Take off the miniskirt!" she snapped. "Geez, I don’t have all day."
Hastily, Meghan took off her skirt, leaving just her stockings and garter belt. Mara walked around her. "And your jacket."
Meghan shed her jacket, leaving just her corset. "Hmmm…. we'll use you as a server. Go talk to Amanda. She's in the section second from the left. AMANDA," she shouted so loud that Meghan winced, "GOT ONE FOR YOU!"
A hand shot up and waved from behind one of the paper walls.
"Go see her." Then she turned on her heel and was off somewhere else, and Meghan made her way to where Amanda was waiting for her.
Amanda folded back one of the paper walls. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes that screamed "bubbly ditz". She was wearing a slinky red dress, and Meghan noticed that like Renee, she had thin metal rings around her neck and upper arms. Maybe she had more, but Meghan couldn't see them. "So, we're doing you up as a server, eh? It's totally fun, you'll have a blast. I was a server for my pledge intiation party." She pulled Meghan into the booth. There was a chair, and a full length mirror, and a some makeup supplies hastily set up on a folding table next to the mirror. Meghan entered, and Amanda extended the paper wall back into place behind them. Even though the walls were paper, the noise from the rest of the house seemed to decrease, like they were in a little bubble. Meghan guessed there was a noise-dampening spell built into the makeshift walls.
"Why the separate sections?" she asked.
"Because," the blonde girl beamed, "we don't want you to see what's going on. We want it all to be a surprise. Trust me, it kicks ass this way. So… a server." She reached over to the table and picked up a big silver serving platter, the kind that waiters often carried around restaurants to serve drinks. The only different thing about it was that it had a small hole cut out in the middle, with a thin ring of padding around the edge of the hole. "This is part of the costume, but it comes later." She tossed it onto the table, where it landed with a metallic bang. "You ready? Take a seat."
Meghan barely had time to sit down before Amanda reached into a box and came out with several metal rings. They were thicker than the ones Amanda and Renee wore, and she put them on the table in front of Meghan. "Don’t worry, Sweetie," she said, "it's totally painless. We'll do your arms first."
"Why are these ones thicker than yours?"
"Oh, these are just temporary. They come off easier." Amanda tapped the thin seam on her neck. "These are permanent. Only for if you make it in."
Meghan wondered what "permanent" exactly meant, but decided it was a question to ask Renee later. She didn't want to seem unsure in front of Amanda.
The older girl set the rings on the table, then picked up one of them, and gripped it between her hands. She pulled, and without any sign of mechanical expansion, the ring got larger. "Raise your arm," she said. Meghan did. Amanda slid the ring onto her arm, and slid it up to her shoulder. Then she squeezed the outside of the ring, and it shrunk. When it was firmly clamped around Meghan's upper arm, Amanda let go, and the ring seemed to melt, conforming itself tightly to the shape of her arm. It was now skintight all the way around, but it didn't feel tight. She moved her arm, testing it, not noticing any difference in her range of motion.
"Okay," Amanda grinned, "now the fun part. Oh, and don't freak out. That's totally wussy, and it'll look bad when we consider your application. Okay?" Without waiting for a response, she twisted the ring to the left, and to Meghan's shock her left arm totally disappeared, leaving only a metal ring at the edge of a very short stump. She had known what was coming, but to see a space where her arm should have extended from… she gasped, and rubbed her now-smooth shoulder with her right hand.
"Wow," she whispered. "I didn't feel anything."
"Told ya," Amanda grinned. "Now comes the other arm." She slid a ring onto Meghan's other arm, and once again sealed it against her skin. Then she twisted the ring to the left, and Meghan's right arm disappeared.
Meghan looked at herself in the mirror. She saw herself looking normal, with her usual bob of dark brown hair and corset, except this time she had no arms. She tried flexing the muscles that would usually wave her arms, but she felt nothing, and nothing happened, except that her breasts jiggled a little bit. "Wow… that's amazing."
"Okay," Amanda grinned, "ready for the big ones?"
"Big ones?"
"Sure," the sorority sister replied, and grabbed another ring. This one she stretched even bigger, and lowered over Meghan's head like a necklace. Meghan instinctively wanted to reach up and block Amanda, but she had no arms, so she couldn't. All she suggested in doing was jiggling her boobs again. Then she felt the metal ring tighten and seal against her neck. "Are you going to make my head disappear?"
Amanda laughed. "Don't be silly, you're a server. You need to see where you're going. No, we're just going to pop it off for a moment." This time, she grabbed Meghan's entire head, one hand over each ear, and instead of twisting to the left, she twisted to the right. Meghan watched the mirror in amazement as she felt her head lift up, away from her body, which she could still feel seated against the chair. In the mirror, she watched the gap between her head and her body grow, and instinctively stood up. To her surprise, it worked, and her now-headless body rose out of the chair. "Whoa."
"Pretty cool, huh?" said Amanda. She set Meghan's head down on the table, facing her body, and Meghan tried jumping slightly, but stumbled as she landed on her heels. She didn't have arms to stabilize herself, and Amanda caught her body. "Careful there."
Meghan tried to twist her head, but because her neck wasn't attached to anything except the metal ring, she couldn't. She didn't feel that different; she felt like her head was still attached to her body, the only difference was her arms were missing.
Amanda helped her back into the chair. "Okay," she said, "for this next part we're gonna have to take off your corset. Body parts that disappear can come back, but clothing on those body parts doesn't. So unless you want to lose your corset… can you lean forward a little?"
"Uh, sure." She watched her headless, armless body lean forward and Amanda started undoing her corset.
"Sorry," Amanda chuckled, "guess I shoulda have you do this while you still had arms. Oh, well."
"Is it difficult to get disappeared body parts back?" Meghan asked, trying to make it sound like she was just passingly curious. She didn't want Amanda thinking she was about to wuss out of it.
"Nah," said Amanda as she lifted Meghan's corset off of her torso and folded it. "Why," she winked, "getting cold feet?"
"Heck no," Meghan said with an enthusiasm that she only partly felt, "this is fun." Actually, getting her body altered was really fun; the nerve-wracking part was worrying about doing things right tonight in front of the sorority girls. She wished she could be playing with these rings with Renee, in the privacy of a bedroom somewhere.
With her corset off, her small but perky breasts popped free, and she was immediately aware that she was cold. Or else she was enjoying this experience more than she thought.
Amanda noticed too, and rubbed her thumb around the edge of one of Meghan's nipples, causing a tingle of pleasure to course through her body. "Wow, you have nice breasts," Amanda said. "I'm surprised they made you a server. Maybe if you'd have walked in here topless, Mara would have made you a centerpiece instead."
"Centerpiece?" asked Meghan.
"You'll see," grinned Amanda as she stretched another ring even bigger than the last one, and slid it down over Meghan's now-armless torso, all the way to just above her hips, where her garter belt ended. The ring sealed around her waist, and Meghan barely had time to register what was about to happen before Amanda, which both hands, hugged her torso, and twisted her entire chest to the left. A moment later everything above the metal ring on her hips vanished, and Amanda stood up. "Ta da!"
Meghan marveled at the lack of sensation she felt; like her arms, her torso had totally disappeared. She didn't feel the cold air against her nipples anymore, or the fabric of the chair against her back. She was now a detached head, and a pair of hips and legs. "Holy cow…" she whispered.
"You can stand up if you want," said Amanda. "Get used to walking like that. It's easier than you think; we've all been a pair of legs before. It's really fun, actually."
Meghan stood up from the chair, and watched as her legs took a few wobbling steps. It was actually fairly hard, since her head was level on the table, which meant she couldn't rely on her inner ears to help balance her legs. Once she got stable, though, she realized her legs were really light, and easy to walk with. The heels were less of a bother, too, since there was less weight bearing down on her feet. She sashayed her hips, and felt herself getting aroused at the pair of legs that appeared to be walking around by itself. Was it weird, she thought, to get aroused by yourself? This evening was quickly redefining her idea of the word "weird…"
Meghan turned and wiggled her ass, and Amanda laughed and gave it a light smack. "If we weren't in such a rush," she licked her lips, "I could definitely have fun with you. But that'll have to come later. I'll be looking for you after the party."
Then she reached over and picked up the metal tray with the hole cut in it, which Meghan realized was just large enough for a person's neck. The hole had been lined with softer padding, and Amanda reached over and grabbed Meghan's head under her arm. "Excuse me, sweetie… now stand up straight."
Meghan tried to hold his legs straight as Amanda carried her head back over to her legs. Then she balanced the serving tray on Meghan's hips, and slid her head down into the padded hole. She held Meghan's head slightly off-center, then with a quick twist, Meghan felt a jolt, and Amanda let go. "Voila! Almost done!"
Meghan staggered a bit, getting used to having her head right on her legs. She looked at the mirror. She saw her feet, still in stiletto heels, leading up to her legs, with red stockings and garters, then the nice curve of her hips, and… a serving platter, with her head sticking out of the middle of it. "You'll definitely want to get used to walking," said Amanda. "You'll be carrying drinks and stuff on that tray, and Mara docks a lot of points if the servers spill stuff."
Meghan took a few steps around the small area. It was weird walking without a torso or hands, and the tray around her neck kept banging into things. Still, after a minute, she was feeling better, and having her inner ear back for balance helped a lot. She became aware that she was looking up at Amanda now, who towered over her now very short self. "So am I just supposed to walk around and offer stuff to people?"
"Pretty much just walk around," said Amanda. "They'll send you out with a full tray. Come back when you've got nothing but dirty glasses and trash on you."
Meghan winced at being used for trash, but didn't say anything. She wiggled her hips, rocking her tray, and grinned. "I think I can do this!"
"Oh, one last thing," said Amanda. "Pledges aren't allowed to talk tonight. We enforce that pretty strictly, but you don't have to worry about slipping up." She reached into the box and pulled out a ball gag. "You'll be gagged. Just be careful not to drool. Ready?"
Megan swallowed. "I guess."
"You guess?" Amanda raised an eyebrow. "You're supposed to say, 'YES!'"
"I'm ready," Megan nodded, rocking the tray again, and opened her mouth as Amanda strapped the ball gag around her head. She noted absently that there was a hole through the ball itself, although it was in her mouth before she could ask why.
"It holds your hair in place, too. Of course, your hair is short, so we don't need to worry about that too much. Oh, and in case you were wondering why the gag has a hole through it, it's so we can get you drunk without taking it off. Hee hee!" She finished adjusting the strap and walked backwards, admiring her handiwork. "Oh my God, you're the cutest server I've ever seen!"
Meghan looked at herself in the mirror. She was now a gagged head, in the middle of a tray. The effect was kind of creepy, but also damn sexy, especially if she focused on her legs as she walked back and forth. She swayed her hips, and did a little spin on her feet as she got used to her new balance. “I like it!” she wanted to say, except she couldn’t.
Amanda glanced down at her watch. “Okay, the party starts in an hour. Just chill out until then. I need to finish getting ready. Someone’ll call for you when it’s time to start.” She pulled back the paper wall. “Just remember,” she grinned, “Have fun, relax, and don’t screw up! I’ll see you out there.” She left, and Meghan found herself standing alone, just a head, a serving tray, and a pair of legs. She took a few cautious steps away into the open, and was almost bowled over by Mara, who walked right into her from the side.
"Ow! Jesus Christ!" Mara winced.
Without arms to help balance her, Meghan took a couple of steps, felt her world swing wildly, and fell, hitting the ground with a sharp metal clang. "Ow," she said, which through the gag came out as a muffled noise. Mara glared at her . "Watch where you're going, eh? Some of us are busy!" Then she walked off, leaving Meghan lying on the ground, her neck twisted at a weird angle by the tray around her neck.
She spent a minute struggling to get up, hoping no one else would see her. However, just then, a girl she didn't recognize walked in the kitchen. This girl was Asian, and dressed in a red leather jacket and tight shorts. She immediately saw Meghan struggling, and went over, helping her to her feet. "You'd better learn to walk faster than that," said the girl before turning away walking into one of the other booths. "I hear you need a hand? Oooh, very nice!"
Meghan scrambled out of the way as the Asian girl and another girl carried a headless, armless, legless torso wearing a string bikini out of the booth and into the foyer. Meghan followed them back into the main room. The two girls positioned the torso on the table, propping it up against another torso that was already there. She guessed that that was what Amanda meant by "centerpieces." At least she had been able to keep her head.
With an hour until the party started, she didn't have anything to do, and as embarrassed as she felt to just hang around in the foyer with her strange new body, she didn't know what else to do. She made her way over to the TV, which was tuned to some Entertainment News show. She tried sitting down on the couch, but she couldn't bend her neck to actually see the TV, and besides, the tray got in the way. She kept standing.
After a few minutes, another girl with short brown hair and made up as a server joined her. She was cute, and was wearing shiny black stockings over a pair of long, sexy legs. Meghan wanted to walk over and say hi, but since she was gagged for the party, she couldn't. Then she heard a familiar voice. "Oh, hey, Meghan, you look great!"
She flushed with embarrassment. It was Renee, who had just walked in, her detached head under her arm. She walked over to Meghan and held out her head with her hands. "You'll do great, Meg. See you at the party!" Then she was off, fastening her head back on as she disappeared down the hallway at the back of the living room.
After a while of waiting, someone's voice called, "Servers! Over here!"
Meghan made her way over to the voice. In one corner of the room, two girls were busy setting up a bar, and one of them looked up at the sound of Meghan's heels on the tile. "Okay, let's see, my two servers are… Meghan and Lisa." She grinned. "Which one of you helpless little servants is Meghan?"
Meghan realized she couldn't speak, or raise her head, so she nodded her head, waving the tray as she did so. "Okay, Meghan has brown hair. Lisa has blonde. Wow, you two look almost totally alike." She whistled. "Damn sexy. I wish I had more time for fun like that this year. Okay, you two are just gonna be walking around the party with your trays full of drinks. Try not to bump into anyone. Spilled drinks will cost you. And once you've got empties and trash, bring 'em back here. And dump 'em in this bin. Just tilt the tray and let it all fall in." She pointed to some black bins underneath the table that had been turned into the makeshift bar.
A few minutes later, Meghan found herself loaded down with plastic cups as she carefully made her way toward the front of the foyer, where she had been instructed to stand for the first part of the evening. She could barely see around some of 'em; the bartender had seemingly loaded them so as to be the most obstructing to her view.
Luckily, the cups were plastic instead of glass, so there was less at risk, and she had found that it was pretty easy to balance with a full tray, once she had gotten used to it. She had to walk carefully, to prevent liquid from sploshing (although a few drops of it did), and now she and Lisa stood at the front of the foyer, on opposite sides. She wasn't sure whether to think of Lisa as a friend or as competition; she knew that pledging for Psi Beta Alpha was always competitive.
She got a lot of staring from both guys and girls who came to the party, and she wasn't sure whether to enjoy it or be embarrassed by it. Finally, she got into the act, sashaying around, particularly when her tray was empty, and enjoying the stares. She was short, though, and had to be careful that no one bumped into her, particularly as the party progressed and people got more and more drunk.
Then, Mara suddenly loomed in front of her. She unloaded Meghan's tray onto the table, then grabbed her head and tilted it backwards, pouring a shot of whiskey directly into the hole in Meghan's gag. A crowd gathered to watch, and cheered. The whiskey burned, but she swallowed it, to more cheers. Mara then winked at her, put all her drinks back on her tray, and Meghan staggered off, trying not to spill anything. It was harder than before.
She noticed that as the evening went on and everyone got tipsier (including herself, as other girls occasionally stopped her and made her drink) that the Psi Beta Alpha girls seemed to be losing their body parts as fast as they lost their sobrierty. One girl with no arms was pressed into a corner furiously kissing her boyfriend (or some guy, anyway). And it wasn't just the girls; it seemed like some of the guys were getting rings of their own. There was a guy on the couch in the corner whose legs were missing. He didn't seem to mind, though; he was lying on his back, and holding a girl's detached head at his waist level. Her long blonde hair draped forward over her head as she gave the guy the strangest blowjob ever, while her detached body rubbed her breasts on his face. Meghan thought she heard motorboat sounds from that direction, barely audible over the music.
A couple of times Mara forced more shots down her throat, and Meghan was feeling distinctly tipsy. The ball gag was bothering her, and she was relieved when the girl who had been bartending, who had clearly had a few drinks herself, waved Meghan away. As Meghan turned to leave, the girl waved her back over and took off her ball gag. "Nice job. Didn't spill a drop, um… wha was your name again?"
She had to think for a moment before she remembered… the alcohol was definitely getting to her. "Meghan."
"Meghan." The girl nodded resolutely, as if by the physical gesture she could stick the name in her mind. "Meghan. Thazza nice name. Ya wanna drink?"
"Sure, why not?" Meghan grinned. Refusing might look bad, and anyway, making a new friend never hurt… especially during Pledge Week.
A couple drinks later, the girl grinned, and looked at her sideways. "Guess I can take that tray off ya now. Th' name's Pam, by the way." She extended her hand, then realized that Meghan couldn't return the handshake, and laughed to herself. She reached over and detached Meghan's head, holding it up for a moment as she took the tray off, then fixing Meghan's head back on her hips and legs. Meghan smiled sheepishly. "I was hopin' you might be able to gimme my arms back."
"Nah," said Pam. She had long, strawberry blonde hair, which she tossed casually over her shoulder as she leaned forward and grinned at Meghan. "Can't do that 'til the morning. You're stuck for now. Besides," she grinned, "it's more fun for the rest of us. Here, have another drink."
After that, the rest of the party was a blur, but she definitely made out with Pam at some point. At some point, the naked bottom half of a guy walked by; he had a thick temporary ring around his waist, and his entire upper half was missing. Pam took pity on him after he bumped into a wall, and ran her hand up the inside of his thigh, then caressing his penis and giving him a handjob, until he was hard and his dick was throbbing. "Come on, Meghan," she grinned as she held the guy's legs (he had stopped struggling a while ago), "he's just your height. Finish him off. Don't leave him with blue balls."
Meghan was long past the point of sober judgement, and she grinned, stumbling over and almost falling in her high heels. She fell against the mysterious guy's legs, her hair falling across her eyes as she turned her head toward the erect dick. As she wrapped her lips around the guy's cock, she became aware that Pam was fingering her pussy, and as the guy came, she swallowed, then kissed Pam full on the lips, the fingering got more intense, and shortly after that her memory totally blanked out.
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