"Well....get your head off my body then kid." The woman says.
"But I don't know miss hooker lady." Timmy answers to the talking head on his lap.
"Try something because I need to get to work now."
Timmy reaches up with his dainty red fingered nailed hands grabbing at the sides of his head lifting up tugging and tugging on it, "ouch, ouch this hurts," but nothing happens.
"Come on kid stop playing, give me my body back." The woman says getting a bit annoyed.
"I'm trying miss hooker lady, but it's not working." Timmy replies as he tries pulling his head off her body.
"This is just great, now how am I going to get to work."
"How about I just deliver your head to who ever your customer is miss hooker lady." Timmy suggests to the woman who just sighs.
"By the way kid, I have a name its Stacy."
"I have a name too, it's Timmy." Timmy snaps back.
"Well nice to meet you Timmy and I guess that will have to do since your head won't come off my body." Stacy says
"Nice to meet you too, but where is this person?"
"Oh umm...he said to meet at a hotel on this street."
"Okay, I'll bring there and don't let him bring me into this."
"Well...I'm just a head and neck there's not much I can do."
"That's true, so I guess let's go then." Timmy says tucking Stacy's head under her former left arm and stands up teetering on Stacy's three inch heels, "hey! Don't you dare mess up those heels kid I'll....I'll bite you."
"Take it easy I'm just a ten year old boy."
"I know just don't damage them."
"Okay, just calm you little head down."
Stacy just groans at what Timmy just said as Timmy learns to walk in three inch heels. With each step Timmy's long slender fishnet clad legs tremble, but after a few more practice steps Timmy is starting to get the hang of things, "hey, I'm doing it." Timmy says with a smile.
"Do faster!" Stacy yells
"Can you just let me have my moment with out ruining it."
"No! You stole my body."
"I see your point." Timmy replies as he continues to walk down the sidewalk with a more feminine gant than normal. As he moves he feels so uncomfortable wearing such skimpy clothing that barely covers his butt and nothing but a bra barely covering his huge fake breasts. He wanted to ask she wears this stuff, but he feels like he already knows the answer to that as he continues walking holding her head under his left arm like a basketball.
Eventually they come up to the hotel where Stacy said the man would meet, "okay where do I go now?"
"He said room 220."
Timmy then walks up the stairs to room 220 where he ask Stacy, "what do I do now?"
"Just know and leave my head at the door." So that's what Timmy does and walks away as fast as he could around the corner to hide. Peaking around the corner Timmy sees the peak his head out looking to his right then his left, "hey down here." Stacy yells out
Looking down the man sees a woman's head on the ground looking up at him and just stares at her for a moment. Timmy just watches them stare at each other until the man....
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