Heads.
If Jon had thought that having a newly female body resembling his sister's was a bizarre and alienating experience, it must only have been for lack of imagination of what being unplugged from his own flesh would feel like. It was still his flesh, there was no denying that; he could still feel in irrefutable detail the chill on their face, the weight of the jacket on their shoulders, the heat in their core and so forth... but at the same time it was one thing to receive sensation from something and quite another for that thing to belong to you. Now a passenger, any attempt at willing his body to move was about as productive as flexing a wart, or willing a pimple out of existence. On some level, he was surprised he was conscious at all.
Their lips curled up into a grin. "Serves you fucking right, dickbreath!" Zoe announced proudly.
"Zoe." Their mother's tone was a menace. "You won. There's no need to antagonize your brother over it," she warned.
"Oh, yes there is!" Zoe insisted. "You don't know this, but with the things that motherfucker's done, he really oughtta stay there and bury himself somewhere deep and black in our mind, where he'll NEVER GET OUT AGAAAaaaauuuuugh~... Mom?" Suddenly Jon had the frontseat again. Zoe was swearing obscenities in their mind, but to no avail. Their mother hadn't seemed to do much; she just turned The Coin tailside up with her fingers, and suddenly it was Jon who decided how they moved and Zoe who watched, not the other way around.
"I'm going to turn this back over before school, but you better watch yourself, young lady. For better or for worse, you two HAVE to share the one body you have, that's non-negotiable; and fighting each other like that, it never helps. Ever. Learn to live together, or else. Do you understand me?" The mother turned The Coin headside up again, and just like that, Zoe was in the front, and Jon was the passenger again.
"I..." Zoe was staring at The Coin, wide-eyed; she hadn't the slightest idea their Mom could do that, and the look all over their face was Terror. Frankly, Jon was kinda terrified, too. "Mom..."
"Do you understand, Zoe?"
"Y-yes," she finally replied, without any of her usual bravado.
"Good." Their mother slipped The Coin into her purse. "I hate to be this way with you kids, but it really is for your own good, you know that? Whatever's going on between you two, I'm sure you can make peace over it, and you should. This is me trying to help, okay?"
Zoe grunted. "Okay," she muttered skeptically.
"Thank you, darling. One last thing, honey: Please try not to swear so much?"
"WHAT!?" Zoe shouted, and suddenly Jon was sure he was going to be an unwitting participant in Mom and Zoe's famous Rebellion Routing fights. "THAT'S what you're worried about now!? Mom, EVERYONE, All of my friends at school...!" Zoe's voice trailed off when they caught sight of The Coin again. "Ugh. Fiiiiiiiiine." And there was no fight after all, much to Jon's surprise.
And so Zoe wearily grabbed their things and climbed in the car for the ride to school. They were going to be late, of course, and of everyone in the car, only Mikey, munching down on his amalgamation of artificially flavored corn syrup products, seemed happy about anything. Jon, for his own part, was trying to figure out what he could still do as a Passenger; he still had a Male Avatar in the Headspace, and with little more than the effort required to Imagine Things, he could do stuff with it up there, but Imagination seemed to be about the extent of it. Even the act of thinking thoughts felt bizarrely restricted as a Passenger, in ways he was having a hard time understanding; and after a while he began to wonder whether it was possible to sort of just, take a nap, and let Zoe for a drive for a while, since he clearly had so little input as to what their body was doing.
That turned out to be impossible, but not for the reason he was thinking. "It must be sooooo fucking nice being Mom's favorite child," Zoe menaced in the Headspace after a while. "I almost wonder if this Curse was her way of getting rid of me."
"Mom loves you, Zoe." Jon chose his words (er, thoughts) carefully; Zoe being in the frontseat gave her powers Jon could only guess at. "She wouldn't have flipped The Coin if she didn't, y'know?"
The look on her Goth-painted face was all three of sad, jealous, and disbelieving. "I dunno where the fuck she got that Coin," Zoe began, "and I dunno where the fuck YOU got that 'stupid magic rock', but you're gonna tell me everything you know, long before she gets the opportunity to pull that stupid thing out again, got it!? Once we're out of this car, it's just you and me, for the whole day, and I'm apparently the one in front for all that time. Okay? Now, spill!"
Jon did not spill. He could think of few things worse than Zoe getting the Stone, in her current state of mind.
They pulled up to school. Zoe slammed the door angrily on her way out, didn't stoop to returning any of the "Have a great day, love you!"s their mother sent chasing after her as she went. "So we do this the hard way. God fucking DAMMIT!" Zoe thought.
