I yawned heavily. "Ugh, I'm tired of this head," I said disgustedly. "Sinus problems, a bad sense of smell, chronic laziness... I need a new one." Even my lyrical voice, once the redeeming quality of this head, was beginning to get annoying. Imagine sounding like you're singing ALL THE TIME. "You said that yesterday," Jenna said, stirring her oatmeal boredly. "Even worse, it's got memory problems too! Jen, don't let me forget to go get a new one today." "Can't you just, like, replace the messed-up parts of it?" I sighed. Jenna had gotten that brain, specially designed to make the user into a stereotypical blonde bimbo, just for me. Don't get me wrong, I really appreciated the sentiment, but as much as I liked the naivete of her current mind it was just annoying when I wanted an intelligent conversation. "That would cost more than buying a whole new head, Jen. Why don't you go get your other brain in and we'll go shopping?" "Uh-uh, I like this brain! Besides, this one is such a better shopper!" And we hit upon another problem with her bimbo brain. She herself likes it more, not just me, so it's hard to get her out of it when I want intelligent conversation. "Oh... whatever. I'll wear your other one then, because whatever you think it's the best shopper we have." I went to our shared closet and swapped out my brain for her spare. But since I meant to sell this head anyway I made sure to take mine with me too. I realized I surely would have forgotten that with my other one in, and started to doubt I'd get a good price for it. For whatever reason I also decided to keep the larynx from my old head, setting it in one of the empty holders that lined the shelves, and pulling out a cheap spare. I spent a few minutes more picking out other parts to wear, eventually deciding on both our spare pairs of breasts, a red set of F-cups and a dark blue set of DDs, and my original red body for the rest of it. I grabbed the muscular teal arms my brother had left, and put them on under my originals, which looked pretty inadequate beside them but oh well. I also swapped my cock for the huge sixty-centimeter one that was a prank gift from my sister... Which reminded me how much this brain was a size queen. Over in the other closet, I picked out some clothes. We didn't have anything that would fit my four-armed double-chested torso, so I left that bare. But I put on the jeans that Della had sent with the huge cock, with a special harness to comfortably hold its three basketball-sized balls, and a breakaway front to handle sudden arousal. I scooped up my old brain on the way out and went downstairs, where, unsurprisingly, Jenna was waiting for me in the same body she'd had at breakfast. She never was one to modify herself very often; comes from being a non-native I suppose. ----- The drive to the store was uneventful. I pulled off the highway and turned into the Mod-a-Bod's parking lot. It wasn't the cheapest place to get parts, but they had good trade-in rates and excellent service, not to mention being the only place within twenty miles of home. It wasn't a very busy day, thankfully, so I was able to find a parking space only fifty meters or so from the door. Jenna rushed in as soon as I parked, and I hurried to catch up; I'd hate to lose track of her in this enormous place. Luckily, she'd stopped and was waiting for me just inside the door, already with a cart and this week's sale pamphlet. "Look, there's a sale on wings! Can we get a pair or two?" She could certainly be childish sometimes... but wings did sound good so I took a look at where she was pointing. "We'll go by aisle six and take a look, sure. But it's usually not a good sign when they don't give the price in the pamphlet, so don't get your hopes up." Before she could pester me about anything else I started walking briskly towards the display of heads... or I planned to before I saw a sale sign above the tail display. I'd forgotten that this brain is a sucker for sales. I spent a few minutes looking over the display, and Jenna and my shopper's mentality talked me into buying three cheap, good-looking ones. We managed to make it from there to the heads without further incident, and I started looking over the display while Jenna wandered off to a nearby display of eyes. I selected four heads that looked good, and took them to the fitting rooms to try them out. I pulled off the head I had on gratefully, relieved to finally be rid of that old piece of junk, if only for a few minutes. I put on one of the ones I'd broght in to try, a grey-colored feminine head with attractive angular features and a short muzzle. I was pleased to see that it came with a brain, and it was a pretty decent one too. I tested its memory with the usual glance-at-wall-and-list-details method, and got a much better score than my old one would have, noticing and remembering fifteen out of nineteen distinguishing features that I could find after a detailed examination. This head had good eyesight, with two extra eyes behind the main ones. All four eyes moved seperately, which was disorienting at first, until I got used to it. Testing the voice box, I sang out a few notes and said, "My name is Felix Syloc," followed by a few lines from a book I had been reading. It was an attractive voice, not lyrical but not quite average either, and surprisingly for such a feminine head, it was unmistakably a male voice. I pulled a few taste capsules out of my pocket and tested its tongue, with decent results. Not as sensitive to sweet or savory foods as I'd like, but it could pick up the slightest hint of flavor from bland foods. Plus, it was so sensitive to touch as to be nearly an erogenous zone! Its sense of smell was average, but I wasn't too interested in smell anyway, so that was hardly a detraction. I concentrated a little and found I couldn't hear any better than normal, but I could pick out sounds that were nearly drowned out by others. Overall, a good head. I glanced at the price tag and my choice was made; I didn't even bother trying any others on! I put my old brain back in the head it had come with and walked out wearing the one I'd chosen to buy, carrying Jenna's old brain under my arm. It was amazingly comfortable, and I couldn't help but grin widely as I gave the other three back to the attendant. "I've chosen this one, and I'm going to trade this old one in for it," I purred, licking my lips. I realized this brain had a--perhaps excessively--seductive and promiscuous personality, but whether it was because I was wearing that brain or because I truly thought so myself, I decided that wasn't much of a problem. Jenna had mentioned an interest in a polyamourous relationship, hadn't she? I found Jenna looking through a display of ears, and called out to her, "What do you think?" I was still grinning like a kid at christmas, prompting a giggle from her. "You seem to like it, I say get it!" This was the best advice I'd heard in a while, but I did remember that I'd promised her we'd look at the wings. I reminded her of this, and she rushed off towards the wings without another word. I hurried to follow her, chuckling at her antics. She looked longingly at a pair of leathery black ones that I personally felt were excessivly dramatic, while I admired a set of small feathered ones that were the same grey as my new head. The sale was buy-one-get-one-free, and I was in such a good mood that I decided Jenna and I would each get a pair for ourselves, though I hoped she picked a different pair than those black ones. I wandered the aisle looking for any interesting ones, but I found myself coming back again and again to the small grey ones, so I put them in the cart and sat waiting for Jenna to decide, doing my best to discourage her from the black pair. Eventually she settled on a large, leathery dark blue set that even I agreed looked good with her natural magenta. She insisted on wearing them immediately, so I helped her put them on and we headed toward the exit, stopping to buy the head, wings, and tails on the way out. I was able to get a surprisingly good price on my old head, enough to offset the price of the wings entirely. ----- Back at home, Jenna was out flying, or trying to fly, in the park just down the street. I was content to stay at home, lounging on the couch with my new head and wings, and one of the tails. It was certainly a nice head, with one other surprise that I hadn't noticed in the store--it could fit two larynxes! I put in the one I'd saved from the old head and hummed in harmony with myself. It had been a good day.