Following the Trends (Meme)

A long yawn escaped the single mouth shared by Sheyla and Rikka. Their fused head stared at the phone held in one hand as they scrolled through social media together. A notification appeared on the screen: “Your package has been delivered! Enjoy!” “Oh, it’s here,” Sheyla said, taking control of their mouth to speak. “I still don’t understand how you ordered something without me noticing,” Rikka replied. Her voice carried a distinctly different tone, even though it came from the same lips. “I already told you, you’re a very heavy sleeper. I even used the eye on your side once, and you didn’t wake up.” “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Rikka said as she felt their body rise and move toward the door. “If you don’t believe me, check our shared memories. You’ll see exactly when I did it.” “I promised myself I wouldn’t do that again.” “Come on, there’s no need for privacy between us. We’ve been fused for over a year now. We should accept that we’re sharing the rest of our lives, living every experience together.” “We haven’t fused. You merged with me,” Rikka protested. They opened the front door, collected the package, and walked back inside, all while continuing a conversation that, to any outside observer, looked like a single mutant talking to herself. “The doctor said you could have had the latent fusion gene and never known,” Sheyla reasoned. “That’s only because our DNA was completely blended by the time he studied it. You were considerably more mutant than I was. I’d bet you had the gene all along,” Rikka countered. “It doesn’t matter now, and it wasn’t easy for me either. I also lost the extra limbs on my left side,” Sheyla said, moving their body’s only left hand. “And I look like some kind of devil, with four right arms, two right legs, three right breasts, and a tail. Which do you think is harder to accept?” Sheyla was silent for a moment, then laughed. “You have a point. Though I don’t know why you’re complaining so much. I know very well that you feel better since we joined.” “We agreed not to snoop into each other’s thoughts,” Rikka said, crossing two of their arms. “We share the same brain, Rikka. It’s hard to ignore emotions when they’re coming from you. Besides, you didn’t deny it.” “Fine. Let’s just say it’s not the worst thing that could have happened to me,” Rikka conceded. “Good enough for me. Now look…” Sheyla used their free hands to open the package on the table, revealing a popular gray sweater inside. “That’s it? We spent money on this? For a meme?” Sheyla turned their head so both could see their reflection in the living room mirror. Their four right arms and tail gestured expressively. “Doesn’t that meme seem like it was made for us?” “Now that you mention it… kind of, yes,” Rikka admitted, taking hold of the sweater. “I want to try it on.” They moved to the bedroom and undressed, standing completely naked before the mirror. Their shared head slowly surveyed their single body from head to toe, and then their mouth curved into a smile. “You still get flustered when you see us naked,” Sheyla teased. “I can’t help it. We have a sexy body,” Rikka replied, subtly brushing the lower curve of their third right breast. Sheyla relinquished control momentarily before feeling their head jerk slightly. “Let me focus on the sweater. Stop teasing me, please.” “I’m not doing anything!” Sheyla insisted. “You’re being very sexy right in front of me,” Rikka protested, grabbing the sweater. “I’m just existing.” “Should we try this on or not?” Rikka asked. Sheyla laughed and nodded. Together they pulled the sweater on sideways, just as the internet meme showed, threading only the left side of their body through the sleeves. Sheyla adjusted the fabric to keep their three right breasts from being exposed, while they both posed and examined themselves in the mirror. “It’s not bad at all. It’s even kind of sexy,” Sheyla remarked. “Are you only saying that because your half is almost naked?” “I think we should take a walk in the park like this.” “Are you crazy? Everyone will see you… that half… naked,” Rikka said. “But if I’m just your other half, there’s no problem, right? You’re totally covered, after all.” Rikka blushed and averted their gaze from the mirror. “But I can feel that half, too.” “Because it’s also part of your body.” “Well, yes,” Rikka sighed. “I don’t want to expose your…” “Our,” Sheyla corrected softly. “Okay. Our right breasts.” “That’s better. Now let’s take this off and have some fun.” “Some fun?” Rikka asked, confused, as their shared body began removing the sweater, leaving them naked once more. “Read my mind.” “I told you I didn’t want to… oh. Oh.” “See? If the feeling is strong enough, it reaches you whether you intend it to or not.” “Does this always happen when I get… excited?” Rikka asked, thoroughly embarrassed. “Let’s just say your emotions run strong.” “That’s embarrassing.” “Relax,” Sheyla said, looking into the mirror and gently stroking their left cheek with one hand. “If you can trust anyone, it’s me.” “I suppose you’re right.” “So what do you say? Shall we ‘have some fun’?” “Are you taking control, or am I?” “It’s your turn today,” Sheyla replied as they moved toward the bed.