Crossed

Long ago, before the sexes were born, two equally different humans existed. Then, they shared the V chromosome, until one day the V unfolded itself into an X. For one human the X doubled, but only one prevailed, barring the other. When the other's V unfolded Y slipped into place, perfectly aligning itself within X, determining a new pathway. Female and Male formed, along with their bodies' mindful voices.

"Ace! You've changed?!"

"I did?!" He looked downwards, "Speak for yourself." He pointed at her.

"Huh? I'm mostly normal..."

"You sure?"

"Una, did you just speak?"

"No."

"Definitely wasn't her."

"Ace, did you just-?"

"Down here." They screamed, "Relax, we're you, just parts of you."

"Ewww..."

"Cool..."

"Ugh, they're placed hellaciously. Hmmm... fallaciously. That's it, they're phalluses."

"'Phalluses?'" Ace looked to his newfound member, "More like 'Pals Of Us!' I'mma call you Pal."

"Right back at'cha!"

"What're you naming yours?"

"I can name myself."

Una's brow furrowed, she bent over, "No you will not!"

"You don't control me."

"Don't get pissy with me!"

"I'm Lalia."

"Hi, Lalia," Ace waved.

"Pleasure's mine, but hopefully yours too, soon," Pal bowed.

"Don't humor her," Una simmered.

"Relax, Una, let's have some fun."

Voting on activities they desired, Ace and Pal proved two heads were better than one; whilst Una spoke her mind, Lalia spoke her heart, albeit sharing the same heart. Sadly, making Una outvoted in several instances.

Due to their words varying drastically at times, the males tended to side with Lalia, as their interests typically coincided. Pal's and Lalia's kissing provided Una opportunities to speak, but their connected nervous system made Una struggle to do so.

"I've had it with you."

"You can't seal me. So, you're out of options."

"Ohhh, I can make arrangements."

"Wait. STOP!"

Una forced Lalia sideways, breaking Lalia's vocal cords.

Without his bestfriend to speak with, Pal became withdrawn.

"Pal?"

Saddened by Pal's silence, Ace tried beating him into articulation, but instead of words only fluid escaped. From there, Pal's and Lalia's voice boxes and brains atrophied.

Since then, men still demanded control over women's bodies.

Women continuously fought themselves, each other, and their bodies for control.

Body language lost its mindful voice.

Thavien's Token: "GET FAAFOED!"

This story is crafted for L.C. Schäfer's "Fucked Up Fairytales - An Unofficial Challenge."