Slowly

Ben shook his head, feeling the unfamiliar weight of a ponytail. What was going on with him? He was still Ben, but it was like he was someone else too. It wasn't like sharing space, it was like being someone else at the same time. He looked down at his body. Her body?

The other Ben grabbed his chin and held it up. "Hey pal, try not to look down. I think Amanda takes over a little more when you think about your body. Just look at me, and remember - you are Ben. Ben."

Ben thought about it. He was Ben. It was right. There was a small part of her that might be Amanda, but he was Ben. It didn't matter who (Amanda) this body belonged to. "I'm Ben." she said. There goes that voice again. The other voice. She was starting to get a headache. "My voice- my voice- it's- I'm Amanda. I'm Ben. I-"

Ben cut her off. "Shhh, shh, ok, I think this is a little too much for you right now." He ran a hand through her hair soothingly. She rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm so confused right now." He couldn't process this. He realized he was a little turned on, but it felt weird. Different. Where an erection should be, there was nothing.

Erection? Why would she have an erection? Why was she even turned on? No, Ben thought, I'm a guy. This is a body that belongs to (Amanda) a girl, but I'm a guy. I'm just in a - no, I can't think about that. When I think about that I start being (Amanda) someone else.

He noticed Ben was staring at his (breasts) torso. She followed- he followed Ben's gaze downward towards her chest. "You perv!" she said playfully, and hit him lightly. She recalled that at one point this evening she had made up her mind to fuck Ben. She wasn't sure she still wanted to now.

The other Ben seemed lost in thought. Suddenly he stood up and left the room. Ben was still splayed out on the couch, her brain trying to fit the puzzle pieces together without much success. Ben reappeared with a medicine bottle.

"Ok, Ben, I've got an idea. This is ambien - have you taken it before?"

"No. Yes." Amanda said, then Ben said.

"Alright, so this is just a theory - it seems like Amanda is more able to assert herself as your body sobers up. I think if you take an ambien, it might impair Amanda more since she's not acclimated to it. Then maybe Ben and I can talk a little more easily."

He looked up at him in confusion. He handed Ben a pill, and Ben tried to dry swallow it. She immediately began coughing as it stuck in her throat. The other Ben rushed to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water. "Easy there buddy, that isn't your throat anymore." Ben supposed he was right. The pill passed down his throat, and they waited for it to kick in.