Jon woke up feeling weird. His entire body below the neck felt numb, but even so, he felt another neck and head on unnaturally broad shoulders. Below that he was slowly beginning to regain feeling in a body that most definitely was not the one he'd fell asleep in. He shook his head and started as he saw the side of another head to his left, with closed eyes, framed by curly brown hair he now felt tickling his left shoulder and the small space between their heads. Jon felt that other head as well, a most peculiar sensation, and found he could control it as he could his own, making the eyes open even as another foreign force tried to close them. "What...?" he felt a feminine voice speak, and suddenly her eyes opened of their own volition as well as his. Though he could control the eyes, he couldn't see through them, nor hear through her ears, though he felt the same things.
"It's over already? They just gave me the shot..." she said, looking over at Jon. Her name was Marie, if he recalled correctly, a sophomore at the high school he was a senior at. She was a short and curvy girl, though modest; she usually wore plain dresses, and never spoke very much that he'd noticed. Jon supposed he'd notice a lot more about her now. "You're... Jon, right? Jon Merlin? I'm Marie Hanson," she said, smiling at him and holding their left hand inward, toward him. He clasped their right hand to it and smiled as she burst into a fit of giggles.
With that over with, they both looked down at their new body, studying it. She was again the first to speak. "It looks like it's almost all mine... that's not much fair for you, is it?" she asked, looking up at him with an expression of genuine sympathy. The body was indeed nearly all hers; the only thing that was his were his penis and testicles.
"You aren't bothered at all by what is mine?" he asked, impressed. He'd expected worse, but he thought any girl would be horrified at the thought of what was between their legs.
"Well, I thought I'd be some hideous mix of two people, with one leg shorter than the other and one boob and all that. I can get used to this, if you can," she said, grinning. "The real weirdest part of it is feeling your head. Should we set some ground rules right now? What not to touch? We are going to be like this for the rest of our lives..." Marie mumbled, looking down at herself again.
Before they could do so, however, the three-armed nurse walked in. "Well, it looks like my new body buddies are already fast friends!" she exclaimed, grinning. "I apologize for the unorthodox way your new body is laid out. I didn't have any part in the design process.
"It's fine, really," Jon reassured her, grinning. It was a good thing she hadn't had any part in it.
"You might have noticed how well you're both taking it. That's a necessary part of the procedure, as much as I hate the idea of messing with my patients' heads. The first few times this was done, the punishees committed suicide. That is not our intention here, so we poked in and tweaked just a few things! We can't emulate love, but we did make sure that you two had a better chance of liking each other, and that neither of you would panic. I hope that's alright with you!" the nameless nurse explained, still smiling as happily as ever. "By the way, about your genitals, they are and will remain fully functional but hormone-wise, they're female. One of our most ingenious creations."
They both nodded, and the nurse continued, "Now, all the little details, like who you'll stay with, who's technically your family, all those things..."
