Chapter #5The other donor. by: Ash You awoke the next morning in his hospital bed to a knock on the door. A nurse opened up to tell you about a visitor. You were expecting Randall in Jessica's body or maybe one of your family. Instead a completely different person walked in. It was a woman, she was quite skinny except for her large breasts all encased in a short leather minidress. She seemed to be having trouble walking in the very high heels on her feet. In fact, she seemed uncoordinated in general. Her eyes didn't even seem to blink at the same time. She wasn't wearing any makeup, but she had an amazing natural beauty that certainly didn't need it. She clumsily sat on the side of your bed, and tried giving you a knowing look.
"Randall?" You asked.
"Sort of." The woman said.
"Dude, the doctors didn't tell you?" The woman added.
"Of course they told him. They said they told him," The woman was speaking as if having a conversation with herself.
"I was pretty in shock when I heard. Randall's in some fitness instructor's body." You interjected.
"That's it?" The woman replied.
"Come on, we've got to tell him." She said, once again responding to herself.
"Fine!" She relented.
"Okay," She said taking a deep breath, "Yeah, there's a piece of Randall in this body as well. But there's also a piece of you in here."
"What?" You gasped.
"Yeah, I guess they had to take out a swelling piece to save the rest of it. But they they realized they could use that, along with a piece of Randall's, and the parts that were left of this woman's brain to save her. You have no idea how confusing it is in my head right now!"
"I guess they mentioned something about another body, but I must've been so taken aback," You said.
"So what's my other body like? Is it as hot as this one?" You presumed that was Randall speaking from the woman's body.
"We are not having lesbian sex with your other body." It was truly weird hearing this woman argue with herself, especially knowing that one of three voices was yours and you could never quite tell which one.
"So do you have to argue aloud to communicate? How does that work with something like breathing?" You ask, trying to change the subject.
"Over time, the doctors say all of our thoughts and actions will sort of merge into one consciousness, but that's last. Most essentially functions already are, so we don't need to coordinate breathing or anything. They said motor skills are beginning to sync up, but they aren't quite there yet. I don't know quite how to describe it. Sometimes a part of my body will move without my knowledge, sometimes it won't move no matter what I do, and sometimes it's sort of like the desire to do it follows the movement -- like it's all out of order. But, yeah, eventually I'll just feel like one person again -- instead of feeling like you -- or Randall -- or..."
The woman stopped speaking and began to cry.
"You know? That's why I needed this transplant. There was something just wrong in my brain! I couldn't even remember my own name! And it's weird having a piece of you and Randall in here, but it was the only way to save any part of me, so -- dude, I'm just gonna stop crying. I don't want us to look like a pussy -- Come on, Bro! We HAVE a pussy now! -- Yeah, can I play with it? -- Now is NOT the time! -- Ahem, sorry."
"It's alright," you say, more weirded out than before. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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