After a lot of arguing and stumbling, the bedroom of Jon's parents slammed open and the conjoined couple came hobbling in.
"I told you! I have no idea what happened!" Jon's father, Peter, said. "We were going back and forth and then we were suddenly stuck together!"
"And what about the kids! I think I would have known if I've been stuck to you our entire marriage!" Jon's mother, Susan, replied. The two of them slammed the door behind them and ended up slumping together against it. "Ugh... What is going on?.." She sighed. They stayed there like that for a moment, trying to keep their heads from leaning against one another, but it was hard considering how close the two of them were. After their argument and subsequent merging, neither of them were really interested in moving from there. That soon changed however as the two of them felt a familiar feeling that neither of them wanted to deal with. They grimaced and looked at one another.
"Oh God... I have to use the bathroom..." Susan said.
"Me too..." Peter said in return. The two of them groaned as they looked away from each other. "So... We should probably get up..."
"How? I only have one leg."
"So do I. So... You put your foot down first, then mine, then we'll haul ourselves up."
"I'll put my foot down alright..." Susan said what she thought was under her breath. Unfortunately, their close proximity caused his father to hear her.
"Hey! I don't need anything like that out of you!" Peter shouted.
"And I don't need anything out of you!" The two of them glared at one another for a second, but their full bladder forced them to finally get it together and stand themselves up. "Okay... Me first..."
"Fine..." Peter said. Susan made the first step and walked them towards their personal bathroom in their room. They didn't speak to one another during the slow hobble, just working together to get to their destination. Opening the door, the two of them were shocked to see what was in their bathroom. "What the...?"
Susan and Peter's bathroom was nothing all too special, but the things that were inside it were not quite as they should be. They normally had their own towels, Susan's were red and Peter's were white, but now there was only one towel that was pink. Closing the door behind them and there was a similar case for their morning robes, only those have become half and half like they were. "What...?" Susan said, starting to lose her voice from worry.
"O-okay... Bathroom first, exploring later..." Peter said as he felt them having to go.
"Okay..." Susan said. After a very awkward sit on the toilet, the two of them looked around the bathroom and found similar things. In the shower, their body wash that was once labeled as "Men's" and "Women's" respectively, was now a similarly conjoint bottle labeled "His and Hers" with the model on the front being another conjoined man and woman. They had a device on their bathroom counter for handless toothpaste dispensing, something they didn't have before, but now would come in handy since they only had one hand each. Finally, their shaving cream had two spouts on it. One side for face shaving, one for leg shaving.
"What the hell is this stuff?!" Peter said as he saw it all. "Where would we even get it?"
"Bedroom." Susan said, wanting to check their other things. Hobbling out of the bathroom, they threw open their dresser and Susan almost screamed at what she saw. Their clothes had all been merged together as if someone had cut them with a pair of scissors and then sewed them back up together for their body. Susan's blouses were now a part of Peter's Izods, Peter's pants now had skirts on one side, they had half as many shoes as they once did, and to top it off, Susan's favorite pair of panties had been merged with Peter's favorite boxers.
"Don't you dare feint on me." Peter said as they held the fused underwear. "I'm not hauling us alone." Hearing that, Susan scrunched up the underwear and threw it back into the closet.
"Don't start! Do not start!" Susan shouted. "Do you have any idea what is happening to us?!"
"No!" Peter shouted back. "Neither do you! We have no idea what's happening! That's the problem!"
"Don't shout at me!"
"Don't shout at me!!" They screamed. Normally when they get this heated, one of them would walk off and slam the door behind them, but that wasn't possible now. In a desperate move, Susan brought her hand up and tried to force Peter's head away from her.
"GET OFF MY BODY!!" She shouted.
"OW!! YOU GET OF MY BODY!" Peter shouted back. He brought up his hand and similarly tried to push his wife's head away from him. In the struggle, the two of them hobbled around the room trying to find some way to get some distance between them as they kept pushing and showing, but it was all hopeless. Eventually, their lack of coordination caused them to trip backwards and slam both of their heads against their dresser. The shock of the hit caused a picture to come tumbling down onto them. Reeling from the pain from the dresser and their necks, the two of them picked up the picture and saw it was their wedding photo. Looking at the photo, Susan began to get tears in her eyes. It depicted the two of them in a moment she remembered, but they were now fused together in the two headed body that they had now.
"What's going on...?" She whimpered.
"... I don't know...." Peter said...
Meanwhile, Jon was sitting in the room next to his parent's, hearing the commotion that was going on. "Maybe this could have gone better..." He said as he looks down at the wishing stone. Does he let things play out, or should he interfere some more?...
