I knew it must be Arym. But, even seeing the two together, it didn’t make it possible.
Myra backed away. She was as startled as I. Then she clutched at her frock and gasped.
“You—you’ve got on my underwear!” she said.
Arym admired her figure. “Well, I had to have something,” she returned airily. “After all we aren’t alone.” She looked at me archly. “Aren’t you staring a little too much?” she asked.
I hastily averted my eyes. “You’re not a sight for anyone to pass up,” I said feebly.
“But… you’re me!” Myra exclaimed, looking stunned. “Of course, I am,” Arym said. “At least, we share the same body.”
Myra put her hands to her face. “This is awful,” she said, “what am I going to do?”
“It’s all right once you get used to it,” Arym returned with a giggle. “Every one has two sides to their natures.”
“I know,” I put in, “but they don’t have two bodies. This is driving me batty.”
“Oh, that’s Quintl,” Arym went on, “he had a swell sense of humour. In a way, it’s been a good thing. I’ve got tired of sharing a body with someone else It’s nice to have one of my own.”