Stolen 2

As soon as she awoke, before the drugs had even completely worn off, Jessie knew what had happened to her.


This time, however, the thieves didn’t just take her body, they took most of her face while they were at it.  She looked across the hotel room, into the open bathroom doorway.  Glancing into the mirror, she could see her head had been mounted on some kind of life support collar with a stand, no doubt equipped with some ventilation system to facilitate her lack of mouth and nose.  The thieves were, however, kind enough to leave her her eyes, probably because dull blue was a pretty common colour and would not be worth the trouble of removing.

The collar was attached to a stand, the bottom of which was a tripod.  Obviously, once she had been drugged, they had held her against the stand during surgery, and the stand had made easier the head transplant to the collar.  These thieves were getting more resourceful.  And at least one of them was a girl!  A beautiful, dark haired armless girl.  She thought meeting a girl in a bar would be safer than being taken home by a man, but evidently not.  She thought she would be in for a night of dominating some submissive girl with no arms – but somehow, she must have spiked her drink.  This was the first she’d heard of a female body thief.

This wasn’t however, the end of the world.  Really, just an inconvenience.  Luckily, she had insurance for just this situation.  It had proved its worth a little more than a year ago.  Jessie was, to put it politely, known around her college for being somewhat promiscuous.  She had been thin, with incredible breasts.  One of her one night stands ended poorly, when her date turned out to be a former surgeon who drugged her and transplanted her head to a life support collar.  It was a hassle living for almost two months as just a head (these insurance companies always took forever) but her roommates were a huge help, carrying her to classes and spoon feeding her.  Finally, when her insurance came through, she was a little disappointed.  Her old body had been clearly superior: the new one assembled from parts sold by body modders had a-cup breasts, and thighs that were way too thick for her tastes.  But, she learned to play to her strengths, and she still had the same face, and after a few months adjustment was taking home a different partner a few times a week.

But now it had happened to her twice.  This was new.  She imagined the insurance company would seriously drag their heels this time – sourcing an entire body was very expensive and they were sure to be some protests over paying out a claim to the same person twice.  And no doubt, the premiums would go up again.  But – most importantly – what body would they give her this time?

It would undoubtedly be cheaper.  That might not be a bad thing though.  She could use another change.  Maybe it would be cheaper to replace her whole head, and just do a brain transplant, than to individually purchase new facial features.  Maybe her new head would be blonde!  She wouldn’t mind a heavier body this time either.  Yeah, that wouldn’t be so bad.  She could be blonde, with a bit of a tummy, a nice round butt, and big tits again.  She wondered how if the insurance company would facilitate requests – maybe if she volunteered up her arms (which would save them some money) she could have her pick of other body parts?  But more importantly – she wondered when the checkout time was for the hotel room.  How long would she have to wait before someone found her?