Well, good news and bad news. A pen and paper were quickly found, and Brittany got to writing immediately. For Legs, communicating was difficult. Writing with a pen meant that Brittany had to try and bend down to stick the pen between her toes, but the fabric of the stockings got in the way, and an attempt to take them off was thwarted by a protesting lower half.
You had to resort to 'yes' and 'no' questions with them for the time being.
"So let's play a game of 'Guess who?'."
My upper body leans over the teacher's desk, and you look down at the paper as Brittany begins jotting down words. Peering down at the paper meant that Brittany could see what she was writing. For you and Legs, it is like your body thinks up sentences separate from your trains of thought, meaning neither of you could predict what you were going to write, despite it being your 'own' hands doing the work.
"Well, you already managed to guess who I am. Brittany Towers, lead cheerleader. I can't say it's nice to be your acquaintance. I'm pretty sure none of us wanted to be stuck like this with each other." It took her some time to jot it all down, not helped by the fact that I keep looking over at the lab's entrance door to check whether we are still alone. It feels kind of awkward talking to myself, even if that wasn't the full truth of the matter.
"Bet." you answer sympathetically. "You're lucky though. You can still move two very important limbs and you're able to communicate with us and others. If we're actually stuck like this, you've got the best of both worlds, between the three of us. I feel especially bad for Legs right now."
On cue, you feel another jerking motion between my legs. Small contractions of the muscles in my groin.
Brittany startles you by slamming her fist on the desk. Your stomach roils and growls as she begins to make her disapproval known.
"No more calling her legs!" She pens. "We're talking about another person here. So we need to figure out who."
You feel flustered at the fierce reaction from your classmate. You guess her cheer squad queen bee attitude hadn't disappeared just because she became stuck with your bang-average face for her new looks.
"I suppose it was a bit rude to address her like that. But it was never meant to degrade you or anything, whoever you are." You say, looking down at yourself. Before Brittany raises her hand to your chin again, you look back up towards the paper.
"So Brittany, you write down your questions on the paper, while I talk to... our third companion and ask her my own. One tap for no, two taps for yes. Capiche?"
Your legs gave no reaction. You did feel the muscles in your groin area relax as your lower body understood it was being addressed.
"Your feet. Tap them on the ground. Once for no, two for yes. You got that?"
TAP TAP.
"Good. Now, first question, though I've already got a hunch. Are you a boy, yes or no?"
TAP.
"Figures."
Brittany taps her pen on the paper twice to bring your attention to it. You read aloud what she wrote down.
"Were you in the same class as us when you fused with us?"
TAP TAP.
"Somewhere in the back, maybe?" You mutter silently. "I didn't see anybody in front of me only wearing stockings to school."
One foot stamps loudly on the ground. A firm, singular TAP on the floor.
Brittany taps at the paper again.
"If it didn't hurt me and our poor girl down below, I would have slapped you across the cheek."
"Sorry." You answer. "That was insensitive of me." You take a mental note that, as softly as you may whisper, what ever it is you say under your breath, Brittany and Legs will always hear it.
You stare blankly at the paper, not really paying attention as Brittany writes down another question. Both Brittany and yourself are startled as you suddenly spring up from your seat and jump up in the air, two times exactly.
THUMP THUMP, resonates through the empty room.
Brittany has figured it out, you realise.
"Were you wearing these stockings underneath something? A full body dress or something similar?"
"Oh. Oh! Dinah Young? I remember you entering the classroom wearing that sunflower dress." In fact there was hardly a day she doesn't wear a dress. Usually the conservative-looking type, as she comes from a pretty religious family.
TAP TAP.
"Awesome, we found out who our third companion is. Just... try to relax, okay? Whenever you're sad it's like I feel the worst cramps imaginable in my gut, and whenever you're happy it's- well, I haven't figured out that one yet. Just that it feels weird and I'm not sure I'm ready for it."
TAP... TAP. That's a yes as in- sure? You at least feel the stirring in your groin dissipate slightly.
"Welcome to girlhood, big guy." Brittany jots down. "Though I guess this isn't how being a girl is normally supposed to work."
"Yeah, thanks for the reminder Brittany. That much I already discovered." You say. A hand slowly covers up the cleavage you are staring at. "Just... ease me into it okay?" You say in earnest. "The changes are difficult for all three of us, but without my limbs, I am completely at your mercy."
"Bitch please." Mocks Brittany. "Both of us girls noticed you stealing glances at our body. And I'm not just going to forget your cry of joy when you thought you had my body for the taking. You don't just get to enjoy seeing this body if you continue to think of us as some showpiece. I am definitely with Dinah on this one."
Dinah crossed your legs, and Brittany mirrored her movement by crossing her arms right below your chest.
"Oh yeah?" You challenge with a - you admit - perverted grin on your face. "And how exactly are you going to do that?"