Ask about Charlie

You ask Charlie about herself.

“Wha-” her eyes go wide, realization setting in. “I don’t have a fucking dick, asshole!”

“Oh…” Ethan gives her an unsure look. “But you’re so…”

“So what?” Charlie twitches, her expression deadly.

“Uh…” Ethan feels his arm getting sore already from a punch that hasn't happened yet. “Fuck, sorry, Charlie, but you’ve gotta see what I mean!”

Charlie glares daggers. “Oh, do I?!”

Ethan slumps, not sure what to say.

Charlie bolts up, pulling her jeans tight around her crotch. “See? No fucking bulge!”

Ethan looks over, clearly seeing that Charlie isn't packing anything.

Easing up on her pants, Charlie has a seat, grumbling under her breath. Ethan misses most of it, but he clearly hears the words ‘Ashley does’.

“WHAT!?”

“MY SISTER HAS A FUCKING COCK! HAPPY?”

Ethan tries to wrap his head around that one. The one thing that really does click into place is he now understands why they were always so adamant that they were not identical.

“I don’t know the science behind it…” Charlie sighs, calming down, “Fuck, nobody else does either, but she ended up with a dick and I ended up,” she tosses a small glare at Ethan, “feisty.”

“Feisty?” Ethan can’t help but frown.

“Shut the fuck up.”