The Night I Had With A Headless Woman

Home 3: No more getting wasted

The promises she wrote down didn't seem like things I'd say sober. So I figured that I was just stubborn when drunk if not more so. Still, these promises were pretty heavy...and she only wrote two.

"What about the third one?" I asked, still in disbelief that the other two were even real. She simply wrote back in hyper speed.

"You'll have to remember that one on your own. You wouldn't believe me even if I told you." And that was it. I guess my facial expression signified what I was thinking about. I don't know why she was trying to make this more difficult then it needed to be but I wasn't going to force it out of her. I felt like knowing it would only make matters worse. Since that was settled, something that's been bothering me for a while had come to mind yet again.

"So how can you see...and hear...?" I have to admit, it's been very strange talking to someone with no head. She also still didn't have any clothes on but I decided to deal with one thing at a time. After she finished writing, I read.

"You really don't remember much from last night do you? Like I already told you, the mist that comes from my neck dissipates into the atmosphere and allows me to see the area around me. As for hearing, it possibly has to do something with vibrations against the mist that I can understand what you are saying.  Before you ask, when I eat and drink, I just pour it or feed it towards the mist and it sort of fades away into my body." This made me realize that she probably wasn't reading my mind or anything like that. She actually had been through all of this with the drunk me before so she just had to do it again. It made me want to apologize.

"Well there's a few things I still don't know...what is your name? Also you don't happen to be a minor do you?" The only reason I asked about the minor thing was because of the ripped clothes that were on the ground. It looked like a school uniform of some kind. She seemed more frantic with writing this time. Once she finished I read it.

"No! I just wear that there so less men will hit on me. I promise you I'm of age. Also, my name is Fate Ullin. Nice to meet you once again, Zoe Valentine. Please take good care of me from now on." I could only say. "Likewise" in return. At this day, quite a few things were decided. But the biggest thing I vowed to myself that day was, no more getting wasted. Heck, I might never drink again. Since that was out of the way I might as well get to our first agenda.

"Aren't you cold? You've been naked for a while now. You can use some of my clothing if you want...it may be a bit tight on you in some places though..." It looked like she laughed when I said that. She then began writing, in a more relaxed way this time.

"Why, are we going somewhere? I prefer to be naked while I'm at home. It's not bothering you is it?" More like distracting. I didn't really know if I should tell her that though. Given that she didn't have any spare clothes on her and also because she seemed to be running out of paper I just decided to answer her with.

"Yes, we'll be headed out soon. We have to buy you a few things so that we can go through this transition easier." I couldn't believe I was doing this but until I confirmed what happened last night that made me agree to all of this, I wasn't just going to throw her out my home.

I prepared myself to go out and gave her some of my clothes to wear. When we both stood up I quickly found out she was taller than me. If she had a head, she'd most likely have to avert her eyes down to look at me. Even though she was younger than me. Her body was on model level too...I guess I can understand why drunk me might have ended up talking to her last night. She was just my type. Normally I didn't look at women that way but since she was already here, it didn't hurt to. My clothes ended up fitting her perfectly mainly because I tend to find clothes that are a little too big on me. Since she was a little bit bigger than me, it worked out perfectly for her. Although I wasn't sure if she was okay with wearing that type of clothing, she didn't seem to mind it and it actually looked pretty good on her. It gave her a sort of tasteful punk look. Honestly, if I had not made promise number one with her, I probably would have been okay with us sharing clothes...but since promise number one was the way it was, and my sense of duty didn't allow me to cut corners, we had to go out and buy her some clothes. Promise number one was a handful in it's own right.