The ride home

The car ride home was nothing if not awkward. Evan brought them out to the car, but he hasn’t made much conversation with them. Ever since they figured out who the other was, they’ve been on their phones with their agents trying to get themselves separated.

“Why is there no emergency cancellation policy?” Hannah spoke into her phone.

“Do I need to get off the phone with you and get on the line with my lawyer?!” Taylor spoke into hers.

“I know I signed the contract, but this really isn’t going to work!”

“Oh yeah? Well if that’s how they want to play it, I’m going to sue them out of existence!”

Evan didn’t say anything as he watched the two of them going at it through their phones. Peering over a bit, Evan saw that their shirt was not well suited for their new form. He recognized it as Hannah’s tank top, but what was meant to be for one head, was wrenched open wider to compensate for two, causing a large amount of cleavage to be revealed. Evan shook his head as he tried to focus on driving.

“Wha…? Hey!...” They both said in concert before hanging up their respective phones. “Damn it! Damn it!” They both shouted.

“... So… What’s the story?” Evan tentatively asked.

“Well, this was meant to be a collaborative effort between our agency and the Extra Partner project, so we had to sign waivers to be a part of it.” Hannah started.

“BUT, along with those waivers was a contract that said we had to do various shoots together to promote it before they’ll let us be separated again!” Taylor finished.

“So, how long will that take?” Evan asked.

“A month. A month.” They said simultaneously. The two of them looked inward at each other as if offended that they would answer the same question with the same answer.

“Well, regardless of who you ended up with, why didn’t you call me before doing something this drastic?” Evan asked.

“I know, I'm an idiot...” Hannah said, shaking her head. “I thought it would be fun to bring home another model from my agency. You know… Make things a bit spicier in bed?...”

“Oh, hell no. If you think I’m going to just be a sex toy, you’re insane.” Taylor interjected.

“You didn’t seem to have much of a problem with it when I pitched the idea before we had the procedure…” Hannah said.

“Yeah, but that was before I knew it was this jackass who’d be having his way with us.” She retaliated. Evan tried to keep his composure, but that struck a nerve with him.

“Look, we’ll just get through this contract, split the two of you up, and then everything will go back to the way it was. Alright?” Evan said, a bit of sharpness in his tone.

“Fine.” Taylor huffed.

“Alright.” Hannah said, a bit more defeated.

As the two of them reached their apartment complex, Evan stepped out and grabbed the cake and flowers from the back seat.

“Not still living on 32nd?” Taylor asked.

“I don’t know how I could when my flat mate moved out and stopped paying rent…” Evan said, frustrated. He circled around the car and handed the flowers to Hannah.

“Oh, my God, Evan…” Hannah said as her hand reached out for them. “Thank you so much…” As she started to smell them, a small scowl appeared on Taylor’s face. Suddenly the flowers were tilted away from her and gripped tightly by what Evan assumed was Taylor.

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you, now will you hurry up?” She said as she suddenly started walking them to the door. “I need to get my computer open to see if I can’t find any loophole that can get my body back.”

As they walked away, Evan saw their hips wiggle as they tried to fight for control. Hannah always had a perfectly shaped behind, but it was interesting watching it shake like that more aggressively. Of course, he mentally slapped himself for thinking about that at a time like this…