Gemal sighed. It was hard to say, but he/she couldn't stay alive. It wasn't fair to his/her creators to do so. Gemal could feel them inside him/her. They wanted to be free, and it truly wasn't Gemal's place to prevent that. Gemal stepped to the center of the bathroom and placed his/her hand on either side of his/her face. Slowly this time, Gemal began to pull. Why did he/she have to do this! But he/she had to! "Welp," Gemal sighed as his/her being literally split in half. "Death is inevitable."
POP!
Jamal and Gen appeared on the ground, dazed and a little bit confused. "W-what...?" Gen stuttered. "T-that was..." "Confusing? Terrifying? Traumatizing?" Jamal suggested, climbing to his feet. Gen nodded. "Did we really just, uh, fuse?" Gen asked disbelievingly. Jamal nodded. He quickly patted himself down, checking to make sure everything was in place (everything was).
Gen's eyes widened. "Did you really do that to your own sister?" Jamal nodded, slower this time. "It was a spur of the moment decision! You can't blame me for curiosity!" "But then you used it on Tam! What did she ever do to you?" Jamal winced. As of this moment, he couldn't really hide anything from Gen. After all, they were just in the same body and had shared their memories. "You haven't even changed Tam back!" Gen continued. "She would've told someone!" Jamal countered. "Just like me!" Gen shouted back at him. With that, Gen turned and strode towards the bathroom door, leaving a stunned Jamal in her wake. "W-what?" Jamal muttered. By this point, Gen was already in front of the door.
SCHWOOP!
Jamal jumped at the sound. "Waah!" Jamal whipped around. That yell belonged to Gen! Jamal rushed to to the bathroom door and pushed it open, glancing around for the cause of the trouble. "Gen?" he called. "Jamal!" said Gen from behind him. Wait, behind him? Jamal spun around and gasped. Gen was in the door!
Lemme explain what it looked like. Gen had fused with the door, but her body had changed its shape to fit with the door. First off, she was completely naked, a fact which Jamal was still taking in. Her arms and legs were spread, exposing both her well-developed breasts and crotch. Her legs were flush with the metal of the door, her thick thighs and wide hips bulging out of the door, perpendicular to the rest of her body, and her lower legs receding into the door itself. Her arms were now just small ridges with five bumps on the end (her fingers). Gen's breasts were bulging out of the door, the men's room sign embedded inside them like a tattoo. Finally, Gen's face stuck out, the same color as the steel door. "Jamal..." she called, clearly struggling to speak.
"Holy..." Jamal murmured. "Get me outta here!" Gen said, now more urgently. "Uh..." Jamal said moving to help. Then he paused. "Wait." he said. "Why should I help you?" "What do you mean?" Gen asked, strained. Jamal frowned. "You were gonna tell on me!" he said. "So it honestly would just be better to leave you here." "W-wait!" Gen shouted nervously. "I won't tell!" Jamal paused, as if considering the statement. "Do you swear?" he asked. "Yeah!" Gen asked. "Just get me outta here!" Jamal smiled and grabbed onto her inner thigh, placing his other hand on the door.
POP!
Gen suddenly separated from the door, fully-clothed with Jamal's hand still holding her thigh. "Woah!" Gen blurted tumbling to the ground. Jamal helped her pick herself up, then asked, "How did you even fuse with the door?" Gen brushed herself off and shrugged, inching away from the door slowly. "I just pushed on it with both hands. Then I was in the door." Jamal's eyes widened. "YOU fused with the door!" he blurted. "Yeah, I know." Gen said. "You already said that." "No!" Jamal said. "I mean you can fuse things too!"
"What?!" Gen said. "That's the only way you could've fused with the door." Jamal reasoned. Gen was silent. Then she whispered in a panicked voice "What do I now?" Jamal smiled. "I suggest you don't touch anything." He said. Gen automatically clutched and held onto Jamal's arm, pulling it close to herself nervously. Jamal blushed more than he had when he saw Gen nude (though you couldn't see it because of his dark skin). "W-we should probably go..." Jamal stammered. Gen nodded slowly, her grip not lessening at all.