The changes grew more and more sporadic. I was no longer in control who inhabitted Natalia's body, it was the universe's decision now. Nathan kept her body after the morning he had returned for only two days before Paul slid back in. Paul had three days of sulking before Nathan came back for another day, then half a day with Paul and Nathan. Days become hours, and hours became minutes.
Superficially, assuming you weren't as oblivious as my parents, you could tell who resided within Natalia just based on her wardrobe. If she wore a low cut shirt with a push-up bra it was Nathan, if she covered every inch of her skin like a puritan it was Paul who was in control. Tanktops became oversized t-shirts, cocktail dressed transformed into tasteful black dresses, bikinis became one pieces, and if Nathan was "airing out" his breasts Paul would appear dressed in a bath robe. Sometimes Natalia's body would dissapear from the room entirely if it wasn't in a place Nathan or Paul would bring it. For example, the other night Nathan left to the usual club dressed in his favorite pink cocktail dress, but Natalia's body blinked into existance in the living room wearing a tanktop and eating ice cream while binging The Office. He blinked away again and loud moans roared through the house form Natalia's room. I never had a chance to see Nathan's pick for the night because it had only lasted a few seconds before Paul blinked back into the living room and stayed there until he decided to go to bed.
The Insta would change depending on who lived in her body. If Paul was there the account would only show the mysterious Russian photos, if Nathan were in her skin the account would be flooded with his collections with a few Russian photos in the mix. Both accounts were public, and both had over twenty-thousand followers.
This morning Nathan barged into my room in a pink tank and short shorts with a bottle in hand. He asked if I wanted to go for his morning power walk again. When he was in existance he was really into power walking. I think he really liked how he could turn heads as Natalia. I brought up the Insta issue, and he asked what I was talking about. I opened the app on my phone and showed him the page. He had no idea what I was talking about. I showed him the follower count, which he had grown blind too since he saw only one. Alright, fine. If he can't see that then a Russian video might jog his mind. I opened the most obivious Russian video of Natalia shoveling snow in a two piece.
"Man I'm so fucking hot," he said.
"Do you not see that?" I pointed the screen. "It hasn't snowed all summer. How can you not see that?"
"Meh," he shurgged it off, "weather can be weird. Maybe you stayed inside enjoying a piece of this all day," he caressed his body.
"Do you have that outfit?" I asked.
"Maybe," he shurgged, "I have a lot of outfits. Too many to count."
I wasn't getting anywhere with him. I told him he can power walk without me, but before he left Paul had fazed into the room. He sat on the floor wearing a pink sweater and cried. I produced a box of tissues, left him alone, and went outside. This must be what insanity felt like.