Evan's Ex, Tiffany (Female, 32)

"Oh, f**k..." Evan almost involuntarily cursed as he caught sight of the right head on(share) Hannah's body.

The iconic pixie cut, same sunglasses with Hannah, and even the mole on her cheek perfectly matched Evan's memory, except for the fact that her face seemed a bit rounder, clearly showing she hadn't been focusing much on body management over the years.

Her name is Tiffany, Evan's girlfriend from a few years back when he had just started college, a senior three years older, who shared the same club with him.

But it was evident that the relationship didn't end well because of someone else's appearance.

Hannah's body was currently bustling about, the right hand dragging a suitcase, the right shoulder carrying a handbag, while Tiffany controlled the left hand, flipping through her phone.

"Tiffany, at least, switch to your account, okay?" Hannah looked at Tiffany controlling their left hand, opening the communication app on the phone, and took back control to turn off the screen.

"You're so boring..." Tiffany rolled her eyes, reusing their shared left hand to unlock the phone with there fingerprint, and opened her account: "Good thing there's split-screen function..."

"This isn't boring, it's... Hey! He's over there!" Hannah exclaimed halfway, finally spotting Evan not far away. She controlled her legs to run over to Evan, the two bumps on her chest - their chest bouncing up and down as they ran.

"Come on, I was just about to send a message!!" Tiffany impatiently complained, until she locked eyes with Evan.

"Don't tell me this is your f**cking boyfriend!" Tiffany made an effort to turn her head left until her sunglasses collided with Hannah's.

"What's going on? Do you two know each other before?" Hannah obviously noticed Evan's expression, as well as Tiffany's emotional fluctuations, causing their shared heartbeat to noticeably accelerate.

"Of course, we know each other..." Tiffany subconsciously tugged at their collar, revealing more cleavage. Their shared body squirmed in place, especially their left leg. Evan noticed Hannah's body constantly tapping the ground with their toes, a habit of Tiffany's, especially when nervous or lying.

"Oh my, Hannah, you actually joined this weird experiment!" Evan rubbed his forehead. "Tell me, did you choose her voluntarily?"

"Yeah, I saw the information she filled out, and then..."

"The information she filled out. Oh my, Hannah, you can't trust a word that woman says! Have you forgotten the stories I told you?"

"The stories you told me? Is she...?" Hannah finally realized something was amiss.

"Well, the story. I guess I'm one of the characters in that story, right?" Tiffany rolled her eyes, controlling Hannah's body to put down the suitcase, placing their right hands on their shared hips and looking at Evan.

"Oh nice, you know you'd be one of the characters, huh?" Evan teased. "How have you been lately, you seem to have put on quite a bit of weight, my dear ex-girlfriend?"

"Ex-girlfriend?" Hannah almost shouted. "She's the ex-girlfriend you mentioned from your college days?"

In a split second, Evan saw Hannah's body stiffen, the two heads are sending different commands to their shared body.

"Pleasure to meet you again, I'm doing great!" Tiffany quipped back at Evan while vying for control of the body with Hannah.

"Well, well, you're still the same as back then, shameless..."