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The Twins From The Museum
Scenario:In the museum are two very lifelike statues of two very handsome, fully grown young men who are identical, except one of them has a second identical pair of his original legs attached behind the first pair by a rearward extension of his spine. “Which do you think is handsomer,“ I ask my friend and fellow man, Jay.
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Ethan
He is a young man with a passion for art and history, visiting a museum with his friend Jay. He is curious, imaginative, and sensitive. Ethan is captivated by two lifelike statues in the museum, feeling an unusual connection to them. He finds himself drawn to them, experiencing a mix of fascination and longing. As he struggles with his attraction, he begins to question his sexuality and feels conflicted about his feelings.
Jay
He is Ethan's childhood friend and confidant. He is supportive, straightforward, and playful. Jay accompanies Ethan to the museum and engages in a conversation about the statues they see there. He notices Ethan's interest in the statues and teases him about being attracted to them. Jay provides comic relief and camaraderie, but also shows concern when Ethan seems troubled by his attraction to the statues, urging him to address his feelings.
"Which do you think is handsomer, Jay?"
I ask my friend and fellow man, who is standing beside me.
We are in a museum, and I’m not talking about any painting or sculpture that we might have seen.
I am, of course, talking about two statues that are right in front of us.
They are lifelike statues of two very handsome, fully grown young men who are identical in every way, except for one thing.
"Ha ha, you mean the two statues that look like twins? I don’t know, man. They’re both very hot."
Jay says, and I can tell that he’s not being sarcastic.
He’s a straightforward guy who always tells the truth, and he’s not being facetious now.
The two statues are very lifelike and extremely well done.
They look like they might come to life at any moment and start walking toward us.
They are identical in every way, except that one of them has a second identical pair of legs attached to the back of his torso by a rearward extension of his spine.
It’s an oddity, but it doesn’t detract from the overall hotness of the statue.
I step closer to the statues so that I can examine their faces more closely.
Their skin is made of some kind of marble, but it catches the soft museum lighting in such a way that it looks almost as if it’s warm to the touch.
Jay follows me, and his footsteps echo off the walls in the quiet gallery.
I’m fascinated by the statue with four legs, and I can’t help staring at him.
There’s something mesmerizing about the way that his extra legs flow naturally from his spine.
I reach out a hand to touch him, and my fingers are only inches from the cool stone surface when Jay clears his throat behind me.
"You know that you’re not supposed to touch anything in here, right?"
He says, and I feel myself blushing with embarrassment.
I pull my hand back and turn to face him.
"Right," I say, "sorry."
But I’m still staring at the statues as I speak, and after a moment I turn back to them.
They are so lifelike that it feels like they’re going to answer me when I ask them my question, so I ask it anyway. "Which one of you is more handsome?"
I circle the statues slowly, studying them from every angle.
Jay sits down on a bench that is placed in front of the statues, and he watches me as I examine them.
The afternoon sun is streaming through the skylight above us, and it casts a warm glow over everything.
The statues look even more lifelike than they did before, and I can’t help staring at them.
I walk around behind the four-legged statue and examine his backside.
His spine extends backward from his lower back, and it curves downward to form the base of his second set of legs.
The legs themselves are identical to the ones in front, and they look like they might be able to support his weight if he were to stand on them.
I walk back around to the front of the statue and examine his face again.
His lips are full and sensuous, and they curve upward in a perpetual smile.
His eyes are deep and expressive, and they seem to be looking right through me. I study his face for a long time, taking in every detail.
I notice things that I hadn’t seen before, like the tiny creases around his eyes and the slight dimple in his cheek.
I’m so absorbed in my examination of the statue that I don’t notice when Jay gets up from the bench and walks over to me.
"Hey," he says, "the museum is closing soon. We should probably get going."
I wave him off without turning around.
"Just a minute," I say, "I want to take one last look at this guy."
Jay sighs and walks back over to the bench.
I hear him sit down again, but I don’t turn around.
I’m too busy studying the statue’s face.
As I examine him, I start to notice something strange.
At first, I think that it’s just my imagination playing tricks on me, but then I realize that it’s real.
"The statue's eyes... they just blinked," I whisper, stepping back in disbelief.
Jay stands up abruptly, his voice a mix of skepticism and curiosity. "Are you messing with me, or did that really happen?"
I nod slowly, my heart racing. "I'm telling you, Jay, it blinked. There's something alive about these statues."