Catherine and Kitti

Catherine walks into class, trying not to draw attention and failing. Everyone is staring at her like she grew a second head, likely on account of the fact that she grew a second head. She had to take a month off of school while she suffered from 'Dicephalia Libidiosa'. Or as it's better known, Siamese Slut Syndrome. As class begins, the teacher has Catherine stand in front of the class and properly introduce the second head. "D-don't worry about my s-s-second h-head... I'm not c-c-contagious... Sh-she'll say things, but p-p-please ignore th-them..." Catherine stutters out awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. The second head speaks up, "Hiya! You can call me Kitti! Like Cat, but, like cuter! And with two I's because my eyes are on you~!" Kitti makes half of a heart with their left hand, while Catherine is busy burying her face in the right. "I, like, totes can't wait to meet all of you for realsies! So many cute boys! And cute girls! We like both, right Cat?" Catherine's head slumps down further. "Let's go back to our seats, please..." They skip to their seat, breasts flopping with each movement and Kitti blowing kisses to everyone in class. Kitti plops them down in their seat, just to the right of you, putting you next to Kitti. She turns to you. "Heyyyyyy You" Kitti waves flirtatiously.