Mikey could hardly believe what he was seeing, going into his parents' room as the clock was about to strike six. A slim, feminine figure with large breasts, maybe just under Ds (though Mikey wouldn't know that), lay topless in his parents' bed. The person had a remarkable figure, nearing hourglass like his mom's, showing even through the sweatpants. She had a black rose tattooed on the small of her back. The only thing wrong with her was that she had his dad's head.
He walked over to the sleeping figure and tweaked one of her breasts, eliciting a soft feminine moan in a voice identical to Zoe's. His dad's eyes opened up, and Mikey stepped back so he wouldn't be seen as an intruder as per his earlier wish. He whispered another wish, with the rock in his hand. "I wish that as long as the wish to turn my dad's body into a copy of Zoe's lasts, that my dad would obey a direct order from Zoe as long as he's able to, and that my mom would agree with anything Zoe said and did about dad's appearance."
He barely had breath and time to finish the wish before his sister's body with his dad's head was sitting up in bed, staring incredulously and feeling herself up. His mom walked in and shrieked, putting her hands over her mouth and just staring for almost half a minute before speaking. "Alex! What happened?! You look just like... just like Zoe!"
His dad looked up and quickly stopped his inspection, pulling the covers of the bed up to try to cover himself up. Mikey watched his mom run out of the room and come back with Zoe, quickly explaining what happened and shooing them both out of the room. He followed them to Zoe's room, where they both stripped naked so Zoe could see what happened; they really were exactly alike below the neck, down to the rose tattoo above their butts. She grinned at his dad, a look neither of them especially liked.
"I always wanted a sister!" He blushed, responding in an identical voice and trying to sound stern. "I'm not your sister. I'm still your father." She just laughed this off.
"You're perfectly identical to me below the neck. Does a father have a pussy? Does a father have a rose tattoo above his pretty little ass? Does a father have boobs like his daughter's?" Mikey didn't think his dad's face could possibly have gotten any redder at that point. Zoe continued, interrupting her dad's retort. "As much as I like seeing my new twin sister's body, we have to cover it up. Put these on."
She pulled a lacy black bra and a pair of matching panties from her dresser, ones which, Mikey knew, would fit perfectly. He stepped into the panties and had to have her help with the bra, which was followed by black stockings and a long black strapless dress which exposed a decent amount of cleavage. Their dad started to walk out, but Zoe stopped him. "Ah ah ah. Not so fast, sister. You need accessories and a name!"
"A name? Zoe, I already have a name! My name is Alex, not that you should be calling your father by his first name anyway." Zoe shook her head. "You're not my dad anymore, you can't tell me what to do. We've been over this. You're my twin sister now, and your name is Astrid. It's close enough to Alex, you shouldn't get too confused. Now, tell me what your name is, and what you are."
Their dad - sister - began to speak, but stumbled, meaning to say Alex but unable to say anything but Astrid. "Al...Astrid. My name is Astrid and I'm your twin sister." Zoe grinned again. "Okay, Astrid. Let's get finished and go down to dinner, shall we?"
After that was straightened out, she put him in a long, straight black wig which looked real, full makeup identical to her own, and heels several inches tall that Mikey knew he'd have a hard time walking in. He would have been stunning if Mikey didn't know who he really was, maybe even more so than Zoe.
They walked out of the room and down to the kitchen together, and Mikey's mom stopped in the middle of dinner when they came out, just staring. "Alex? Zoe? Which one of you is which?"
Dinner was definitely going to be an interesting affair...
