"Jen! Jen! Stop!" Kyle managed to grab each of Jen's arms by her wrists, pulling her hands away from his (their) upper torso. Kyle, still in a panic, tried to take control of the situation. "We need to figure out what happened! Um, we need to find a way to - talk?" Thoughts started to run through Kyle's mind. "Um, do you know sign language? Maybe we can come up with our own? Um..."
As Kyle stammered, Jen shook one of her hands free from Kyle's grasp and started to slowly walk over to her pile of clothes. She had to take each step slowly and gingerly, as their now nearly eight foot tall body swayed. Kyle didn't help either, swaying around on top of her shoulders constantly. Jen could feel the skin at their 'connection' shift and stretch as Kyle moved around. The feeling shot a shiver down her spine.
After the longest dozen steps of either of their lives, the pair were standing above Jen's clothing. Jen squatted down to rifle through her pants. As she did, Kyle looked down. But he the only thing he could see were Jen's tits. Large, perky, rock hard nipples... Kyle's mind skipped a beat as he couldn't tear his eyes away. But as Jen stood up again, a wave of shame made Kyle stare at the wall in front of them. Below him, Kyle heard an iPhone unlock, a frenzied series of taps, then a sharp poke in the ribs. Kyle looked down to see Jen's message typed out in a notes app.
"Stop staring at my tits, asshole! I can see through your eyes, you know!"
Kyle's face flushed. "Um, that's good though!" Kyle tried to change the subject. "Wh- What about other senses? I can feel your body, so its the same for you?"
Jen pulled her phone back down and beat another message into her phone's keyboard.
"Yes! I can hear you talking to yourself too, not sure how you'd know I'm answering. Idiot." Right as Kyle finished reading, she added another word. "Pervert!"
Kyle coughed awkwardly. "Fair." He continued to stare at the wall, not wanting to ogle her (their?) body again.
Jen noisily typed another message, poking him sharply again to read it.
"Look, I can hear you finish typing, you don't ne- ow!" Kyle was cut off by Jen stabbing his ribs with her finger again.
Kyle sighed and read Jen's note. "You have the curse! Turn us back!"
Kyle laughed. "I can't, Jen! That's what you wanted! I can't change this!" Kyle laughed again. "And we're the only two who know, thanks to you! Everyone else probably thinks we're supposed to be like this!" Kyle expected Jen to hit back with another insult, but it didn't come. Not even another poke. Jen just stood their body there, completely frozen.