Though Lindsey and Avery attempted to start their relationship on good terms, the grueling physical therapy that they were put through tested their patience of each other. Besides for having to familiarize themselves with a new, artificial body that looked completely different from their old bodies, they also had to learn how to properly share it. Being that Lindsey’s head was situated to the right half of the body and Avery the left, they each had control and feeling over their respective sides.
This made walking feel like an entirely foreign concept to them as they were forced to coordinate with each other for every little movement. This coordination forced them to be more cognizant of the weight distribution placed on each leg and hip as they stepped forward, as well as the timing of it all so that they both didn’t accidentally try stepping at the same time. The process of this made it feel like as though they were leaning against an invisible weight or wall while their partner was moving their side. Several arguments ensued between them throughout the process, frustration mounting between the two of them.
…
“Alright, now your leg,” Lindsey commanded as she planted her right foot into the ground.
“Ok, ok,” Avery responded as she lifted her left leg and moved it forward, planting her foot and shifting their weight from the right hip to the left. “Your turn.”
Lindsey followed suit and lifted her leg forward while shifting their weight back to her side of their hips. They took a few more steps and eventually felt as though they were gaining a rhythm and building rapport with each other. They both smiled as they began to get the hang of things.
Disaster eventually struck, however, as a slight miscommunication of timing caused them to trip over each other’s feet and fall to the ground with a thud on Avery’s hip.
“Damnit Lindsey, what was that about?” Avery whined as she rubbed her sore hip bone.
“What do you mean? You tried moving your foot too early and made us slip!” Lindsey rebutted in defense of herself.
“Seriously? You didn’t put our weight enough on your side which made my knee buckle!”
“Oh, it’s always my fault, isn’t it? Get over yourself!’”
Their bickering began to grow more and more heated with their voices being raised higher with each subsequent second. The physical therapist present with them promptly stepped in and attempted to break up their fight.
The only thing more frustrating than arguing for them was the fact that they couldn’t walk away from each other and cool off in privacy. They were forced to remain together and be angry at each other with no way of calming down alone.
Lack of privacy was a fact of their condition that they also had trouble coming to terms with. Being able to enjoy solace in isolation, especially during private activities like showering, using the bathroom, sleeping, etc. was no longer possible. “Privacy” to them now meant being alone with each other. Only their thoughts remained their own. Most of the fights they would have spawned out of these uncomfortable inconveniences, particularly with regards to personal boundaries.
…
The hot water of the shower streamed down their body as they awkwardly attempted to clean and scrub themselves down together. The sight of being in the nude in the same body was still unsettling to them. They were mostly able to keep to their own sides of the body but needed each other’s help for certain things, like scrubbing their respective arms and washing their hair.
“Can you wipe down my arm, please?” Lindsey requested as she stuck her arm out.
“Yeah, sure.” Avery obliged and moved her hand up and down Lindsey’s arm. Lindsey did the same for Avery, after.
“Here, squirt the shampoo into my hand and we’ll do my hair first.” Lindsey said, sticking her hand out.
Avery followed Lindsey’s order and picked up the bottle of shampoo and squeezed it’s contents into Lindsey’s hand. They awkwardly rubbed and clasped their hands together so that the soap could cover both of their hands before washing Lindsey’s hair.
Once they were done with Lindsey’s hair, they moved to Avery’s next. They repeated the same process and thoroughly shampooed Avery’s hair.
At the end of it all, the only thing they had left to clean was their shared private parts—something that was already a point of contention between them. Neither of them could deny that they shared their vagina equally, but that didn’t make it any less humiliating for them to have to accept.
They each lowered their hands towards their crotch simultaneously, causing them to bump into each other. They glared inwardly at each other in confusion.
“What are you doing?” Lindsey questioned Avery.
“What does it look like I’m doing? One of us has to do it.” Avery retorted.
How would this argument be resolved?
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