I had never felt so lonely. It is like that lonely feeling you get when dumped by a long-time friend and lover. Yet, at least with that heartache, you at least had some hope that at some point you could find another special someone. What hope did I have? I had my chance and ruined it. I let my perspective of how things are supposed to be control my actions rather than admitting to myself what was really important.
I wouldn't have a second chance. Hell, I didn't even know how I had acquired the first chance that I was given. I don't know who they were... I don't know how I got there... I don't know why I was chosen... I don't know why I was brought there... I don't know where it was... I don't know why I was sent back... I don't know how to discover how to get back... I don't know... I did know one thing though. It wasn't a dream and it wasn't some psychosis. It really happened, that much was certain, especially now.
Psychology helped the world free itself from the dark ages of fear, superstition, witchcraft, and demon possession. Yet, the only problem is that when something supernatural really does occur to you, no one will believe you. It has become just as easy to merely blame anything you can't understand on a psychotic delusion as it once was to blame it on witchcraft. The search for the truth should be the overriding goal of any science, psychology included. It seems to have become more of a way of keeping the freaks and psychos away from the "normal" people. "Normal" is just another word for ignorant. A normal person is one that walks through life with eyes closed and mind shut off to all possibilities which don't align themselves with past human experience. Some things just can't be explained by anyone, at least not yet, but that hardly makes them any less real. What happened to me was real. It is just beyond my level of comprehension.
I can't tell you how I got there, or where "there" was. I can only tell you what I know, which is very little. I went to bed that night much like any other night; meaning, drunkenly. It had been another failed night out at the bar and grill, one of the many haunts which I tried in earnest to pick up on the local college girls. I had thought I was lonely then, and I was, by all human standards anyway. It started like normal, a general desire to rub up against a lovely co-ed in a sweaty manifestation of lust, but in my desperateness, it had gone beyond trying to dunk my doughnut in the sweetest cappuccino of all, the human vagina. I was now, sincerely, looking for love and companionship. I had gone, it seems, to no one's greater surprise than my own, from looking at a woman as a hole to looking at a woman as a whole.
Personality was becoming all the more important. Don't get me wrong, personality could only go so far. I wasn't going to date a mutant or anything. And lets face it, a nice set of tits went a long way. In fact, I often did face it, a lady's breasts that is. How many times had a stray look toward a woman's chest send a conversation with great potential to a stretching halt? More times than I cared to remember. By then why the fuck do they wear those tops that show off their boobs then, if they don't want me to look at them? It's because they do want me to look. As much as women pretend to be offended by the very idea of sex, they want it too. Certainly, not to the same extent, or, often, for the same reasons as men. To think of sex as an extension of love and companionship, rather than as a separate goal in and of itself, was a strange idea to me. At least, it was then.
I had tried my many approaches at the bar that night to find a woman willing to talk with me for more than the time it took to say that she had a boyfriend or was otherwise unavailable to a punk like me. I attempted everything from sweet and sensitive to crude and lewd. I even tried being myself a few times, but, as always, that was the least successful method of all. Unless my goal was to repel women, my best chance always seemed to be acting as far away from the real me as possible. As the booze I was imbibing started to place a weight on my tongue that seemed to slur everything that I attempted to say to the women of the bar, I felt that my chances of leaving with a phone number grew slighter and slighter. I didn't catch a date, but I certainly caught a buzz that night, and as the waves of drunkenness washed over me as I lay in bed and the numbness tingled the frontal lobe of my liquor-soaked brain, I drifted off to sleep. I woke up several times that night, an affect that liquor will sometimes have on me. Each time I awoke to a more coherent mind and a drier tongue. It was the fourth time that I awoke that night when I realized that I wasn't in Kansas anymore, well, Illinois to be exact, but you get the idea.
My mouth was still dry, and, moreover, felt like someone had shit in it. The last symptoms of my previous night's intoxication were almost gone, but as I left the tired confusion of the area of semi-consciousness between sleep and wakefulness, I quickly became aware that I was in no bedroom at all, much less my own. This realization hit me with full force, and I sat up in a quick motion. I was surrounded by utter darkness. I allowed time for my eyes to adjust, in hopes of catching some trace of an outline of my surroundings in the blackness. My eyes never adjusted. It was black. Wherever the hell I was, it did not even allow the slightest ray of light into its dark boundaries.
I shivered slightly, as a cool breeze swept through. I pulled myself up from the cold and hard surface upon which I lay. It had the feel of rock. As I bent over to run my palm across the jagged, rocky surface, the stone felt slightly damp. I heard even the slightest of my heavy and nervous breathes echo, suggesting that whatever this was, it was large and enclosed. Was it a cave perhaps? I stuck my hands far out in front of my torso, in your basic somnambulist pose, as I carefully and slowly slid my feet across the hard and uneven surface below me. After almost falling over a couple times, I finally managed to work my way to a vertical surface which was equally a damp and jagged as the floor had been, adding more support to my hypothesis of this place being a cave. I worked my way along the vertical surface in the direction from which I felt the breeze. As I slowly progressed forward, the breeze grew stronger, and my echoed breathing grew quieter. Slight shapes of the surrounding rocky surfaces began to come to sight. The new light source was that of moonlight, and when I finally came to the large aperture, I saw the moon in all of it's glory. Except... Something was wrong with the moon. It looked normal enough at first, but it was different. The "man in the moon" was not present.
It didn't matter too much. What did matter to me at that time was finding something to drink. I was still dehydrated from the previous night of boozing. I wandered out onto the rocky ground outside what had indeed proven to be a cave, and aimlessly walked forward. Where the hell was I? I've heard of some bad hangovers, but this was ridiculous! The rock and dirt under my feet eventually changed to the soft feel of grass, which was quite comforting to my bare feet. After walking for what seemed close to an hour, I finally caught some trace of civilization. I saw some electric lights and buildings. I quietly approached a residential house and spotted an outside faucet. Finally, I would have a chance to get a drink of water! I crouched down and turned the faucet handle. The cool refreshing water gush out. I cupped my hands and brought it up to my mouth which greedily slurped up the liquid.
I then heard the sound that could only be one thing: the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being cocked. I turned around and saw the shadow of two women in the darkness at the corner of the house, and who both had a grip on a shotgun. I immediately took my hands away from the running water and put them high in the air.
A woman's voice came from one of the shadowy figures. "What..."
"...Are you..." The second woman continued.
"...Doing here?" The first woman finished.
That is odd, I thought. Not only do these women share a shotgun between them, but they make simple statements together too. I wasn't in any position to question them though, not with a gun pointed at me.
"Sorry, ladies, I was just very thirsty, and I just stopped to get a drink from your outside faucet there. I don't want any trouble. I'll just be leaving now." I started to back away slowly. The shadowy figures stepped forward, still pointing their gun at me. As they stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight, I got a great shock. It wasn't two women, but a two-headed woman! She had an otherwise normal body, but had two heads on a single set of shoulders, and four arms! She had two arms on the right side of her torso, and two on the left side as well. Directly under her normal left arm, she had a second left arm and hand, which was apparently completely functional. She had an equally functional right arm and hand under her normal right one. Both of the heads on this woman looked similar, except the hair styles on each were a little different. I realized that this must not be a two-headed woman, but rather a set of Siamese twins. I had heard of such twins before. But with four arms? I had never heard of such twins having two arms on each side of a single torso before. I was transfixed by their appearance. They looked so damn freaky! Their conjoinment was so close too, basically two heads on one body. I assumed that's why they were never separated. I eventually came to realize after a couple minutes of staring in awe at their odd body, that the twins were looking at me equally in awe.
"Wow, that is amazing. We've never seen anything..." One of the women started.
"...Like you in person before." The other twin finished. I was almost as amazed with their style of speaking as I was with their appearance. How in the hell did one know to stop and the other know to start talking? And how do they know how to complete the thought expressed by the first twin? I guessed that living so closely together for so long had created a continuity between them unknown to normal people. "Sorry, but you look..."
The other twin continued. "...So freaky!"
"Me?!" I couldn't help but respond. "You're the one with two heads!"
"Exactly," The twin with the shorter brown hair stated.
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"We have heard...." The long-haired sister started.
"...Of people like you." The sisters walked around me. They were still holding the gun, but no longer pointing it at me. It seems that their interest in me had replaced their fear of me.
"You are a singlet right?" The short-haired twin asked me.
I gave them a puzzled look. "Am I a what?"
"We've seen pictures of baby singlets..."
"....On the documentary that we watched, but we have never seen one in person before, or of your age..." The twins style of speech was distracting, but I was starting to get used to having one of them start the sentence and having the other finish it.
"What is a singlet?" I asked.
A genuine look of embarrassment washed over both of the twins' faces simultaneously. "We are sorry, is that..."
"...Not the medical term for it anymore? Would you like us to..."
"...Call you something else?" The twins, or at least one of them, used her right lower hand to tug on her large t-shirt for reasons of comfort I could only assume. The shirt was odd in that it had four arm holes, and two neck holes. But, I noticed something else, when the shirt was pulled tight for a moment. Four large breasts were on these twins' body. All of them appeared to be the same size, at least as far as I could tell under the loose t-shirt. They were big though. All of them were at least a DD-cup in size. Wow, talk about a walking freak show right in front of me! I guess it made sense for them if you thought about it. Four arms would require four sets of pectoral muscles, which in women, are generally covered with breasts.
The twins obviously caught me looking at their chest, because that was the next topic they mentioned. I was busted again for checking out a woman's chest. Except this time, it was out of pure curiosity, not sexual desire. As much as I liked breasts, the thought of two pair of them on a single torso was kind of gross.
"You don't have any breasts either, do you?" The longer-haired twin asked. "That is a shame, but..."
"...We guess it makes sense, we mean, it's not like you'll have any..."
"...Children of your own to breastfeed." Another look of embarrassment crossed the twins faces. "Oh, we apologize again. We don't mean to..."
"...treat you like you were in a freak show or anything."
I shook my head in confusion at this strange Siamese twin. "I don't know what you are talking about, but I can assure you that I am as potent as the next man." I said, with a little inadvertent pride in my voice.
The twins cocked their heads in a look of confusion that dogs and humans both sometimes use. "'Man,' what is a 'man'?"
I gave a little laugh. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Most people who think they are men are actually just boys, at least in the maturity department."
"Boys? What are 'boys'?" The longer-haired twin asked.
"Uh..." I wasn't sure whether I should play along with whatever game these twins were playing, but I figured that being that they still had hold of a shotgun, that I probably should. "Well, you know, the male of the species, the ones with the penis and testicles."
One of the twins scratched her head quizzically while the other rested her head in her chin and furrowed her brow in contemplation. It was strange to see two classic looks of confusion occurring on two heads on one body. "What is a..."
"'...Penis'?" The twins asked as they looked to me with what appeared to be genuine wonder.
"Oh come on! What game are you playing here? Look, I'm sorry that you've been joined together for life, and that you are probably social outcasts, but that doesn't give you the right to stand here with the shotgun and play mind games with me." I said with more anger than I had intended.
"We have..."
"...Upset you, haven't we? Sorry about that. You must get..."
"...Tired of all the questions. You may..."
"...Leave whenever you like. We are not..."
"...Holding you here at gun point, but we would just like to know..."
"...What a 'penis' is." The twins continued to use their annoying broken speech between them. Yet, I noticed that they never seemed to talk between themselves, only to me.
"Are you kidding me?" I asked in disbelief. "Why don't I just fucking show you if you really want to know that badly?"
"Yes, please do!" The shorter-haired twin said in a voice that was nothing if not sincere.
I felt my mouth drop open in amazement at the girls' request. I went ahead and started to unzip my denim shorts. I expected to see the twins jump back in revulsion at the sight of me unzipping in front of them, but they only leaned in closer to me as if to get a better look. I started to wonder if maybe this was these twins' way of asking if I wanted to get a blow job. I was a little turned off by these girls' freaky appearance, but hey, no blow job is a bad blow job. I could feel my cock starting to stiffen slightly at the prospect. I whipped it out, and instead of an embrace of warm lips around my penis that I was hoping for, I got a response of pure disgust as the twins used their shared legs to back away from my exposed cock.
"Yuck! What the hell..."
"...Is that thing?" The twins said in shock and abhorrence.
Was it actually possible that these twins didn't know what a cock was? What men were? Could a single mother have locked them away from the world and kept them so sheltered that they might truly not know? Yet, these twins appeared to be almost 30 years of age. In addition, they had no trouble in meeting me in the very early morning hours with a shotgun in hand. Surely, if they can leave the confines of their house they have seen a man before. Everything was so strange. It was almost like this was some sort of weird dream, but the coldness of the early morning breeze told me otherwise. Dawn would be coming shortly, and here I was in who knows where, showing a Siamese twin my penis!
I pulled my member back into my pants, but that did not stop the twins from continuing in there surprise and horror at the sight of my cock. "What is that? What is..."
"...Wrong with your vagina?" The twins asked me.
"Vagina?! I don't have a vagina, I'm not a chick!" I responded, somewhat hurt by the fact that they might confuse me, especially since I had just showed them my penis.
"Well of course you are not a chicken, but you do have a problem..."
"...With your vagina. Is that in some way related to the fact that you can't have children? The twins asked me. I was about to again ask what the hell they were talking about, when a dog ran out of a small opening at the bottom of the twins' garage and headed straight for me, barking a growling angrily. I started to back up fearfully, but the twins intercepted the dog before he could get to me. The twins held and petted it with their four hands. As the dog sat next to the twins' feet, I could see clearly now that the dog, like its owner, had two heads! Not only that, but it had six legs instead of the normal two. The canine had an extra pair of legs in-between the front and back legs.
"Wow, you mean to say that you actually found a dog, with the same condition as you?" I could help but laugh a little. "That is funny, and great. I love it, It is so cute!"
"Condition?" The short-haired twin asked. It was becoming obvious to me that my conversation with these twins was not going anywhere very fast. There was definitely a communication breakdown between them and myself for some reason.
"Where am I anyway?" I decided it would just be best to find out where I was, and get back home, and leave these strange twins to themselves. "What town is this?"
"Hometown," The longer-haired twin said with a giggle. "Not just our hometown, but that is the actual name of the town in all seriousness."
I had never heard of hometown before. "This may sound like a silly question, but what state is it in?"
"State?" Another communication breakdown had occurred.
"Uh... Province?... Territory?... Country?!..." None of these questions seemed to elicit a response of understanding in the twins. "Uh, nevermind, I'll find my own way." I said with a wave as I walked away. The twins waved both of their lower hands. I could only assume that one twin controlled one lower hand and the other twin controlled the other lower hand. I wandered throughout the small town in which I found myself, but found no people nor any stores which were open, which wasn't too strange considering that it was about 4:30 in the morning probably. I was walking through a small park when I saw something most odd indeed. It was what appeared to be a squirrel, but like the sisters and the dog, it too had an extra head. It also had two pairs of front paws instead of the normal one pair. What the hell is going on here? What is this, freak town? I started to wonder if this place wasn't a little too close to a nuclear waste dump.
What really frightened me, was the coin. I saw the coin while I was looking at the strange squirrel as it scurried across the park. I bent over to pick it up. It was unlike any coin I had ever seen before, and what was especially strange was that instead of the profile of one head, it had a profile of two heads side-by-side. I was utterly confused now. I ran quickly to what little of a business center this town had. That's when I saw it. A simple advertisement, but it caused me to go crazy. I angrily pounded my fists against the glass case in front of the clothing store which held the advertising poster. It was a poster which contained a picture of a two-headed model. Moreover, all of the clothing that I could see had two head holds and four arm holes. It was suddenly the twilight zone and I was this week's guest star. The supporting cast members were all two headed people. I continued pounding the glass and screaming in anger for longer than I can even imagine. Who knows how long I would have been there if I hadn't been stopped by the policewoman, or women rather, because as you might suspect by now, they too had the look similar to that of the twins with whom I had spoken to earlier. The cops were a slightly overweight and powerful looking with two heads atop one set of shoulders, four arms, and two pair of large breasts.
"What do you think..." The right head started.
"...you are doing?" The cops' left head continued in a stern tone. They not only had the look of the twins that I saw earlier, but the same speaking style. I hadn't even noticed before, but the glass of the store's display case was cracked and my hands were dripping blood.
"I... I... just want to get out of this crazy place and go home." I said, on the verge of tears from my own self pity.
The cops shook their heads. "We are sorry for you because of...
"...Your condition and all, but you can't go around breaking stuff. Where..."
"...Are you from?" The cops asked me in their broken manner of speaking together.
"Chicago," I said simply, my head now buried in my hands.
"Where?" the left heads asked.
"Chicago, Illinois, USA, Earth," I repeated somewhat sarcastically, but somewhat seriously at the same time.
"Never heard of any of those places." The right head stated.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" I asked of no one but myself. "I don't know what strange place or world this is, but I'm not from here, and as such, I have nowhere to call home."
"Vagrant huh?" The left head asked with disdain.
"To say the least." I responded in a smart-ass voice.
The cops took me into custody and took me on a ride to the Hometown police station. Inside, I discovered two more cops, or actually, four more. They both had the two heads, four arms, and four large breasts that I had seen before. The cops had me sit in a seat in front of their desk. They started to write out two reports. The left head looked at one report and worked on it using their bodies two left hands. The right head of the cops looked at a separate paper, and worked on it using the body's two right hands. I theorized that the left head must control the right side of the body and the left head the left side. While these two cops wrote out their reports, the other cops looked me over in exactly a way I would look at them if I hadn't already seen their strange form earlier in the night.
"Damn, have you ever seen a singlet in person, Victoria?" The left head of one of the cops asked one of the heads of the other cops.
The right head of the other cops responded. "No, sure looks weird."
The looks continued as I remained in this strange world. The police took me to some psychiatric clinic. After seeing my wild display in front of the clothing store, and my strange responses to any question they asked about my origins, they feared that I might be a danger to myself or to others. Everyone in the clinic, doctors and patients alike, had the same two-headed, four-armed, and four-breasted look. Everyone that I had met had the appearance of a woman. I was beginning to understand why the women to whom I had first spoken were so confused by the idea of "man." Everyone who caught sight of me in the clinic, other than some of the truly doped up patients, were transfixed by my "unusual" appearance. Not only were they amazed by my one head and two arms, but they seemed equally mystified by my lack of breasts and the stubby shadow that was starting to develop on my face form not having had a chance to shave.
During my evaluation with the two-headed psychiatrists, who seemed more interested in my odd form than the state of my mind, they determined that I was suffering from psychotic delusions. I had told them the truth about my experience. What else could I do? I didn't know enough about their strange world to come up with a good lie. My prior existence was just as unbelievable to them as their existence was to me. What reasonable choice did they have but to think of me as crazy? They sent a recommendation of commitment to a court, and some two-headed judge signed the commitment order. So, I found my new home as a resident in a psychiatric hospital. Assuming of course, that I hadn't been in one from the start, and that all of these strange sights were completely a product of my imagination.
I don't know how, but some way, I just knew that was not the case. I knew that it was real. I still had a firm grasp of what was fantasy and what was reality, and no matter how strange reality was at this point, I knew that I was truly living it. I just didn't know where I was. Was it some far away world? I didn't see how that was possible. Everyone was speaking English. How could a far away world develop a language exactly the same as the place from where I had originated? Was this some kind of parallel universe or some other science fiction nonsense? The more questions I asked myself the weirder my potential answers became.
Along with the many doctors who came along to analyze my alleged psychosis, several doctors from some congenital defect hospital traveled a long way in order to ask me about my "condition." Doctors Darcy and Janis Mack were two of the many congenital defect specialists who came to see me. They, of course, shared the same body, and like everyone else in this place, they spoke to me together, one starting the sentence, and the other finishing. I noticed that along with speaking English, the names in this strange place were all common ones as well. The doctors asked if they could ask me some questions. Being that I had nothing to do other than sit as people stared at me constantly, I agreed.
Janis, the left head, began. "When were you born?"
"March 23, 1971," I respond. The two heads on the doctors' shoulders nodded in unison. It seemed that along with language and names, the dates were the same as well. These similarities would suggest that everything was in my mind, but I still knew with absolute certainty that I was seeing things as they actually were. Hell, my brain was not creative enough to develop a delusion as complex as this one.
"Where were you born?" Darcy asked me.
"Born and raised in the Windy City." I stated.
"Where is Windy City?" Janis asked me.
I clarified. "Sorry, the name of it is actually Chicago, Illinois, USA."
"Where is that?" Darcy queried. It seemed that at least one thing, other than a person's anatomy was different in this odd place. They had a different geography, unless the cops and doctors were completely incompetent.
"It's in a galaxy far, far away." I stated sardonically.
The two heads of the doctors sighed simultaneously. Janis started. "If you don't want to answer our questions that is fine, but..."
"...Please try to keep in mind that along with trying to educate ourselves, we would like to help you as well." Darcy concluded.
"Alright," I stated simply. Talking to these doctors was certainly less boring than sitting around looking at people stare at you. The questions continued. They kept on with the basic identity type questions and eventually worked their way to my attitudes about life as a singlet.
"You were born as..."
"...A singlet we assume?" They asked.
"If you mean with one head and two arms, then yes." I added. "So was just about everyone else."
"You still think that you..."
"...Are from a place where everyone looks similar to you?" They asked with a look of disbelief. "That is certainly a strange defense mechanism you've create to..."
"...deal with your condition." They said.
I raised my voice slightly in frustration. "It is not a defense mechanism. It is a fact!"
"Alright, clam down" Darcy said in a calm, but firm tone.
"May I ask you some questions now?" I asked. "I mean with all the questions you've asked of me, it only seems fair."
"Certainly." Janis replied with a smile or her face that exactly matched her sister's smile.
"You have two names, but are you really two distinct people? I said with a genuine curiosity that seemed to surprise them.
"Of course," Janis stated. Janis used her upper right hand to gesture to her head. "I am Janis, and..." Janis now motioned to Darcy's head. "This is my twin sister, Darcy."
"And we are Doctors Mack" Darcy added.
"You both studied medicine?" I asked.
"Of course, what one..."
"...of us does the other does too." The twins stated as if the answer should have been obvious.
"Hmm, so it's like you are two people, but also like one person." I said, mostly to myself.
The women gave a puzzled look. "Well, of course." Janis stated plainly.
"So, you each have your own mind and your own separate thoughts?" I inquired.
"Of course..."
"...We do." They responded.
"Then how come you keep talking together like that? You know, where one of you starts and the other of you finishes the statement?"
The women gave a very puzzled look this time, which was strange to see, considering that their faces were identical, even though their hair was different lengths and slightly different in style. Janis started. "Because, it would be..."
"...Rude not to." Darcy finished.
I wondered why it would be rude for only one of them to make a statement of more than a few words in length by herself, but I didn't press further in to that social custom. "But how do you know? I mean, how do you know what statement your sister wants to make? How do you know exactly when she will stop speaking, and that you should start speaking at that exact moment?" The woman looked into each other's eyes by turning their heads toward each others'. They looked back at me and suddenly a look of great sorrow passed over both of their faces. "What? Did I say something wrong?" I was trying to understand why they suddenly looked so sad.
"It... It..." Janis struggled for the words.
Darcy took over for her. "We just imagine how difficult it must be for you."
I was now confused. "Difficult for me?"
"Well, in answer to you question, we, of course, can..."
"...Read each other thoughts." Janis finished in a voice that no longer sounded like her sister's, but was now broken and full of sadness.
I suddenly felt very exposed. "You... You... can read minds?! You can tell what I'm thinking?"
Darcy gave a bit of a chuckle, but Janis remained quiet. "No, no, we can only read each..."
"...Other's minds, not anyone else's. The same is true of anyone. Well, except for... for..."
"...You of course." Darcy concluded as Janis suddenly began to sob. Tears rolled down Janis's face as she brought her two left hands up to wipe her tears away. Darcy too looked on the verge of crying, but managed to control her emotions.
"What? Why are you crying?" I asked, shocked by the sudden display by Janis Mack.
Darcy answered. "You'll have to excuse her, but she has great sympathy for the suffering of others."
"Suffering? Whose suffering?" I asked.
Darcy continued to respond, apparently taking over the job of talking for Doctors Mack while her sister tried to compose herself. "Well... yours of course."
"What? I admit that I hate being here and being in such an alien place, but I can assure you that I'm tough enough to be away from home." I said, trying to comfort Janis, but after my statement, she only started crying more.
"No," Darcy continued. "I meant the suffering caused by your condition."
I sighed in near disbelief. "It's not a 'condition' and I can assure you that I'm not suffering at all by not looking like you."
Darcy continued in a voice that conveyed great sadness. "I understand that you have created a delusion that helps you accept your condition. It is only normal for someone with such a difficult life as you must of had. I don't claim that I can understand your pain. I can hardly imagine how horrible it must be for you to have no voice in your head other than your own. It... It..." Tears now started to roll down Darcy's face as well, but she continued to speak for the two of them. "It must be so very lonely for you, to know that you will never have someone special, to know that you will never have a child."
I tried to reassure them that other than my current location in this strange place, I was quite content. "I admit that I do get lonely sometimes, but no more than anyone else, and it is nothing that a beautiful relationship with some lady wouldn't fix. As far as children, fatherhood is not a priority for me right now, but I haven't given up on it yet." I proceeded to give the same type of sex education as I did with the first women that I met. I even wound up flashing these doctors in a similar fashion. They were just as mystified by my cock as the other women had been. "How do you... uh... procreate?" I finally asked.
Darcy started the twins explanation. "Same as normal, at the age of..." Janis, finally composed after her emotional display, started.
"...childbearing, the genetic material comes together in our body and pregnancy occurs. With any luck, four..."
"...Beautiful babies are born, both sets of twins with the normal two heads, twenty fingers, and ten toes. We work in a hospital of when, unfortunately, for one reason or another, development..."
Janis continued. "...Doesn't occur properly. We usually don't burst into tears like this, but it is just that you are such a tragic case, and you've lived...'
"...So long in this deformed condition." The women stated.
"I'm not deformed I tell you!" The women could not seem to understand my contentment with one head beyond a psychological defense mechanism for a condition. "Anyway," I continued. "You people always have two, er I mean four children, er I mean two babies each with two heads, uh, I mean..."
The Doctors chuckled at my difficulties in communicating. "We know what you mean, and yes, it always occurs that way."
"And they are always girls?" I asked.
"Girls?" Darcy asked, confused by the very word.
"Nevermind," I responded.
As far as I could tell, "twin sister" referred to the sister with whom you were joined, and "sisters" referred to the twins' unconnected sisters. So, every conjoined woman in this strange place gave birth to two sets of conjoined twins, or two two-headed children, depending on how you wanted to look at it. In addition, the term "sister" seemed to be the general term for sibling rather than a term for a female sibling.
I continued my questioning. "So you automatically get pregnant at a specific age without the benefit of sex?"
"Sex?" Darcy asked, again unfamiliar with the word.
I suddenly got very nervous. What if I was stuck here? If I thought getting laid was tough before, it was probably going to prove even more difficult in a place where the idea was completely foreign to the population. "I wonder how your people overcome the inbreeding problems?" I asked mostly myself.
"The what?" Janis asked.
"Your procreation must be something closer to cloning than with what my people are familiar." I said while considering how a life without sex in a place where I was a freak, and locked in a mental institution would be.
The twins leaned toward me. "We appreciate how your mind has created a way for you to deal with your condition, but now we need to tell you something. Most of..."
"...The psychiatrists and other doctors here agree that if you are to overcome your mental illness, you..."
"...Will need to overcome your physical condition. It is a mystery why you weren't treated when..."
"...You were a child. The joinment procedure was already in popular use by the time you were born." The twins stated in their usual piecemeal form of communicating.
"Joinment Procedure?" I asked nervously.
"Yes, it will be a little difficult given your age. It is usually done..."
"...Soon after a singlet is born. That way the new head can develop its personality at the same pace as you. We basically are cloning..."
"...A second head and second spinal cord for you. The genetic material is..."
"...The same as yours, and your experiences are generally the same, but as you know twin sisters always develop..."
"...Somewhat different personalities over time. The problem is, that given your age, you are going to be fully mature, and your twin sister is going to be..."
"...Generally devoid of personality. Don't worry though, your twin sister will be fully capable of controlling the right side of your body. She will just not..."
"...Have much of a personality at first. We are hopeful that she will develop quickly. She won't really have much to say at first either, as she will..."
"...Have no personal memories upon which to draw. I mean, we can transfer your genetic material and your motor skills ability, but we can't transfer your personal memories. So you'll just have to give her time."
I bolted up angrily out of my chair and was immediately restrained by the four arms of large conjoined orderlies. I yelled. "What the fuck are you talking about?! I don't want to be conjoined!"
The doctors nodded. "We understand that, given the nature of your delusions, that you might be resistant to the procedure. In fact some of..."
"...The doctors here suggested that we wait until after we have treated your mental illness before we join you, but most of the..."
"...Doctors, us included, think that it will help you along with your mental recovery if we go ahead and join you now. As you may know, there is..."
"...Nothing we can do about your ability to have children with your twin sister. Research has so far been unable to give that ability back to children born as singlets. Moreover, we cannot duplicate..."
"...The mental telepathy abilities shared between normal twin sisters. So, your voice will still be the only one in your mind, and that is very sad indeed. It pains us greatly that we..."
"...Can't help you with your unfortunate compelled loneliness. Don't worry about motor coordination though. You will of course need to learn to..."
"...Walk as a tandem rather than all by yourself, but it always comes quite quickly in the cases of joinment procedure done to older children who had already learned to walk as a singlet."
I tried to break free from the grip of the orderlies, but their grip was too strong. I started yelling again. "You can't be serious! Keep your fucking mad scientists away from me!"
The doctors continued, mostly ignoring my rage. "Normally, the patient's, or considering that it is normally done to babies, their parents' consent is usually required, but since..."
"...You are legally committed, all we need is six doctors' concurring opinion that you should have the procedure and the signature of two judges. We have..."
"...Already procured the required opinions and signatures. You will undergo the procedure tonight. Tomorrow you..."
"...Will wake up and for the first time in your life, you will look normal.
I started screaming louder. "I am normal! I am normal!" The doctors called for one of the nurse to bring something over. It was a hypodermic syringe. As the orderlies held me down, Darcy used her right hands to inject me. Consciousness faded quickly.
As I drifted back into consciousness, I could immediately tell, even before the last remnants of sleep left me, that I was no longer the same person. I was no longer A person at all. I was people, or one half of people anyway. I was paralyzed on the right side of my body. Yet, I saw it moving. I could move everything on the left side of my body, including a second arm that now existed there, under my regular arm. I could move my new left arm without any difficulty, just as if I had always had it. I looked to my right, and the right side of my chin ran into the left side of the chin of the person controlling the right side of my body. The face looking back at looked somewhat like me but more feminine. My "other half" looked at me with a vacant stare. My new twin sister's lights were on, but no one was home.
I looked down, and instead of seeing directly down to the bottom of the bed as I normally would, I saw four large breasts that were each the same size and easily a D-cup in size. I brought up my two left hands and cupped my two left breasts. They were quite sensitive, and felt good to the touch. I slid my hands over and caressed my two right breasts. They were equally as sensitive. I could feel every sensation on the right side of my body, but I no longer had control over it. A terrifying thought then occurred to me. I quickly brought my lower left hand down to my crotch. Gone! My cock and testicles were both gone and replaced with a vagina. As if that wasn't bad enough, it was a vagina without a clitoris. They had just scraped all of the sensitive nerve endings in my cock, and left me without any real ability to even enjoy sex anymore. A tear of self-pity came streaming out of my eyes. I brought my left hands up to brush the tears away. I felt that my face was just as soft, smooth, and feminine as my twin sister's face.
The doctors had been right, my twin and I were able to quickly learn to walk and otherwise coordinate our movements. My twin rarely had much of anything to say. I didn't particularly care. I fell into a deep state of depression. None of the psychiatric therapy did any good. They could not comprehend why I would not be happy now that I was "normal." After the several suicide attempts and failed therapy sessions, the doctors in the hospital finally started to come to the conclusion that I was not delusional, and that my depression was not clinical, but a direct result of being paralyzed on one have of my body, losing my independence, and losing my manhood.
They finally agree to "unattach" me from my twin. I had to agree to provide the genetic material for my twin to have her own new twin to attach to, being that in the time that I had been conjoined, my twin had become a life-in-being herself. At that point I was willing to agree to just about anything in order to get full control of my body back. I was put under the anesthetic again, anxious to get full control of my body back.
When I awoke, I did have my own body back. I was able to move both halves of my body. Not only that, but between the time the operation ended, and the time it took to awaken, I had somehow arrived back in my own bedroom. Wherever that strange place had been, I had returned. My suspicions were correct, however. It was not a dream nor was it all in my mind. This fact I know. I have proof of my experience. That proof is I. For even though the strange conjoined people had given me back total control of my body, my body still had the soft skin and vagina of a woman and four large breasts. It still had the four arms as well, except the only difference was that now I controlled all four of the arms.
But on this, my first day back to the world I know, and the first day in many months without my twin sister sharing my body. I felt a great loss. It was like someone had taken an essential part of me. I felt a loneliness that I had never before known. Now, here I lay, a sad and lonely woman with four arms and four large breasts, not only without my twin sister that I hadn't even realized that I had grown to love dearly, but unrecognizable to any of the people I had known before. Who would befriend me now? Who would think of me but anything but a freak? Who could ever love an otherwise beautiful-looking woman but who possesses four large breasts and four arms? Who in this world could ever cure my loneliness?
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