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Charlotte was always adding to her extensive and expensive wardrobe. Sure, she loved her name-brand stores and high-end boutiques, but she could not deny the charm and thrill of finding treasure at thrift stores. Today’s special finds were a racy black floral dress from Saks Fifth Avenue and a alluring silver choker hiding in the knickknacks of her local Goodwill.

She was quick to eat upon returning home and dive into her haul. She stripped to the nude in front of her full-length mirror, then became a whirlwind of cloth and contortion to try everything on. Jeans, tops, cardigans, skirts, belts, bottoms, heels, and more were slipped on or struggled into (her curves were a blessing and a curse). Soon, a pile of returns sat at her feet. A selection of successes were laid out neatly on her bed to be hung in her walk-in closet. Just the impossibly revealing dress and the choker remained to be tried.

Charlotte flipped and rotated the dress several times before she could get the strips of cloth to make sense. She decided to step into the bottom half from the wide top opening, soon fixing the tight midsection properly around her waist. She pulled her arms into the sides of the dress one at a time, then adjusted the front to barely cover her immense breasts. She bounced up and side to side a couple times; her left nipple was already half exposed.

”I’ll need tape to keep this all in place,” she thought. She posed slowly. She turned her hips and torso in different stances. Eventually, Charlotte started snapping steamy selfies. With just enough left to imagination but her irresistible body on full display, Charlotte was satisfied with her newest collection addition.

”Mmmm, okay, okay, time to pack this up and-“ Charlotte stopped. She saw the choker she got at the thrift store. “Oh yeah, that thing! Almost forgot you!”

She grabbed it and sauntered her way back to the mirror. A couple minutes of narcissistic appreciation followed, distracting her. Eventually she remembered the tight silver neckpiece in her hand. She raised it to her neck, pulled it open with both hands, and clasped it around her throat. Charlotte turned it 180 degrees for the gap to be facing forwards.

”Hmmm,” she pondered. “Does this look good?”

More posing, more staring, more adjusting and groping. She didn’t come to a definite yes or no for the choker, but would try it with other clothes she had some other day.

”Okay, enough of this for now - time to put stuff away.”

She walked into her closet and grabbed hangars. As she arranged the clothes and hung them up, she noticed a warmth around her neck.

”Ugh, if this is going to be uncomfortable to wear after a minute, I can’t imagine wearing it for a whole night.”

With everything hung up, Charlotte walked out of the closet. Her head felt hot to the verge of sweating. She walked to the pile of rejected wares on the floor. A step away from it, she glanced at herself in the mirror again - and saw something strange.

“…what the hell?”

Charlotte’s head and the choker were both glowing a faint blue. She moved closer to the mirror to get a better look. She touched her face and yelped; her head was burning. As she reached to rip the choker from her neck, blue light encompassed and blocked her vision. It flashed to white, then dissipated to total blackness. Her surroundings were eerily quiet. Her head no longer felt hot, no longer felt like…anything.

Charlotte was headless. Where her head should have been on her neck was instead a disk of blue light. The choker had taken some time to get there, but activated and stolen her head in a span of milliseconds.

She stood there for unknowable moments. Her hands did not hesitate to reach up to her face, but only collided with each other. Confused, she tried again. Both hands were above her glowing neck stump, but she still did not realize what had happened. Finally, her hands touched the top of her headless neck. Panic erupted.

Charlotte thrashed her hands over and on her neck. She curled in on herself, legs and arms shaking. She wavered and stomped on unsteady feet, swinging her arms helplessly through the air. Her chest bounced erratically with her chaotic movements and shook free of her dress. A couple backwards steps threw her body off balance and she fell on her back.

The impact dislodged the choker from her truncated neck. The blue light disappeared before it could fall flat on the ground. Charlotte’s exposed neck simply ended, covered by flat skin.

The decapitated Charlotte undulated in a spasmodic rhythm. Her legs bent, raised, kicked, fell. Her back arched and dropped. Her arms flailed without direction and swiped the choker, sending it sliding under her bed.

In time, she rolled onto her stomach and got on all fours. Her breasts nearly swept the carpet of her room as she crawled, sending her hands forward in search of anything that could help her be anything but beheaded.

Charlotte had no way to know her missing head had been teleported somewhere far away from her. It already rested on a shelf, inert, a glossy glaze to her eyes, among dozens of others that had not been seen in years, in a hidden room sealed and forgotten to time.

Seems like she would need to adjust to having no head, whether she liked her decapitation or not.

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Manip first posted to my Patreon on October 17th, 2022. Subscribe with the link in my latest journal entry for $3 a month to see many more images and a spicier version of Alice’s NBM Vacation Chapter 4

Description
Charlotte was always adding to her extensive and expensive wardrobe. Sure, she loved her name-brand stores and high-end boutiques, but she could not deny the charm and thrill of finding treasure at thrift stores. Today’s special finds were a racy black floral dress from Saks Fifth Avenue and a alluring silver choker hiding in the knickknacks of her local Goodwill.

She was quick to eat upon returning home and dive into her haul. She stripped to the nude in front of her full-length mirror, then became a whirlwind of cloth and contortion to try everything on. Jeans, tops, cardigans, skirts, belts, bottoms, heels, and more were slipped on or struggled into (her curves were a blessing and a curse). Soon, a pile of returns sat at her feet. A selection of successes were laid out neatly on her bed to be hung in her walk-in closet. Just the impossibly revealing dress and the choker remained to be tried.

Charlotte flipped and rotated the dress several times before she could get the strips of cloth to make sense. She decided to step into the bottom half from the wide top opening, soon fixing the tight midsection properly around her waist. She pulled her arms into the sides of the dress one at a time, then adjusted the front to barely cover her immense breasts. She bounced up and side to side a couple times; her left nipple was already half exposed.

”I’ll need tape to keep this all in place,” she thought. She posed slowly. She turned her hips and torso in different stances. Eventually, Charlotte started snapping steamy selfies. With just enough left to imagination but her irresistible body on full display, Charlotte was satisfied with her newest collection addition.

”Mmmm, okay, okay, time to pack this up and-“ Charlotte stopped. She saw the choker she got at the thrift store. “Oh yeah, that thing! Almost forgot you!”

She grabbed it and sauntered her way back to the mirror. A couple minutes of narcissistic appreciation followed, distracting her. Eventually she remembered the tight silver neckpiece in her hand. She raised it to her neck, pulled it open with both hands, and clasped it around her throat. Charlotte turned it 180 degrees for the gap to be facing forwards.

”Hmmm,” she pondered. “Does this look good?”

More posing, more staring, more adjusting and groping. She didn’t come to a definite yes or no for the choker, but would try it with other clothes she had some other day.

”Okay, enough of this for now - time to put stuff away.”

She walked into her closet and grabbed hangars. As she arranged the clothes and hung them up, she noticed a warmth around her neck.

”Ugh, if this is going to be uncomfortable to wear after a minute, I can’t imagine wearing it for a whole night.”

With everything hung up, Charlotte walked out of the closet. Her head felt hot to the verge of sweating. She walked to the pile of rejected wares on the floor. A step away from it, she glanced at herself in the mirror again - and saw something strange.

“…what the hell?”

Charlotte’s head and the choker were both glowing a faint blue. She moved closer to the mirror to get a better look. She touched her face and yelped; her head was burning. As she reached to rip the choker from her neck, blue light encompassed and blocked her vision. It flashed to white, then dissipated to total blackness. Her surroundings were eerily quiet. Her head no longer felt hot, no longer felt like…anything.

Charlotte was headless. Where her head should have been on her neck was instead a disk of blue light. The choker had taken some time to get there, but activated and stolen her head in a span of milliseconds.

She stood there for unknowable moments. Her hands did not hesitate to reach up to her face, but only collided with each other. Confused, she tried again. Both hands were above her glowing neck stump, but she still did not realize what had happened. Finally, her hands touched the top of her headless neck. Panic erupted.

Charlotte thrashed her hands over and on her neck. She curled in on herself, legs and arms shaking. She wavered and stomped on unsteady feet, swinging her arms helplessly through the air. Her chest bounced erratically with her chaotic movements and shook free of her dress. A couple backwards steps threw her body off balance and she fell on her back.

The impact dislodged the choker from her truncated neck. The blue light disappeared before it could fall flat on the ground. Charlotte’s exposed neck simply ended, covered by flat skin.

The decapitated Charlotte undulated in a spasmodic rhythm. Her legs bent, raised, kicked, fell. Her back arched and dropped. Her arms flailed without direction and swiped the choker, sending it sliding under her bed.

In time, she rolled onto her stomach and got on all fours. Her breasts nearly swept the carpet of her room as she crawled, sending her hands forward in search of anything that could help her be anything but beheaded.

Charlotte had no way to know her missing head had been teleported somewhere far away from her. It already rested on a shelf, inert, a glossy glaze to her eyes, among dozens of others that had not been seen in years, in a hidden room sealed and forgotten to time.

Seems like she would need to adjust to having no head, whether she liked her decapitation or not.

————

Manip first posted to my Patreon on October 17th, 2022. Subscribe with the link in my latest journal entry for $3 a month to see many more images and a spicier version of Alice’s NBM Vacation Chapter 4