You step out of the taxi, carefully locking it before you enter your apartment building. Kadir must already be back at your shared apartment. It's a hot afternoon, and sweat is starting to run in long beads down your body. You use a hairy hand to push sweat back off your forehead, dragging your fingers through your medium-length curly black hair. You wince when you rub bare scalp. Neither the old you nor the new you particularly like the fact that you have the beginnings of male pattern baldness. You see the elevator is in use, and decide to take the stairs on a whim. It's a decision that Asil would never have made, but the old you didn't see the harm in climbing a few floors worth of steps. By the time you reach your apartment, only 3 floors up, you are panting with exhaustion. This chubby body was not made for climbing. You unlock the door and step inside, a pleasantly cool blast of air conditioning hitting you. "Kadir," you call out, still panting. "In here," the other man responds, and you follow his voice taking care to leave your shoes by the front door. You put on your house slippers and walk to your shared bedroom, where your twin is sitting on his bed in just pajama pants, his hairy belly exposed. You sit on your own bed, facing him.
"You haven't left yet? Onur Karacan Dayıciğim will surely reduce our fare assignments unless you hustle, Asil. You know this." You push your old memories back in your mind, not needing them. Although Kadir refers to him as "dear old" Onur, he says it in a mocking tone. You and your brother have hated your boss ever since he discovered the both of you were bisexual. Unlike in Turkey, where he immigrated from alongside your parents, he cannot fire you for this, but he gladly docks your assignments at any opportunity, hoping you'll quit. "Fuck Onur, lanet at hırsızı, limp dick bastard!" Kadir busts up laughing. "And I thought I was the one with the foul mouth," he says. You grab your brother by the shoulders. "Kadir, why must we wait? Fuck the taxi. Let's use our powers! We could be the bosses of the company, or instantly become rich and never work again. Hell, we could grow our cocks twice as long and let every man and woman in the city line up to fuck us. Let's have some fun, brother." You know that in this reality, neither ring was used today. After all, you and Kadir both know you have always been twins, and have looked this way practically since puberty -- it's all basic fact. Well, except for the fact that the real you knows better. But you're beginning to like being Asil, despite all the sweating. At least in this new life you get laid very regularly, and have a brother who would do anything to help or protect you.
Kadir nods, seeing the truth in your words. " Anlıyorum. But what should we change? I chose our muscles yesterday," he says, flexing triumphantly, "so perhaps you should choose today." Right, you remember, thinking about the previous day. When you and Kadir used the rings, it changed both of you rather than just one of you. It must be the fact that you both have half the ring, you think. If one of you gets changed in a swap or an average, you both will.
With that in mind, you suggest...