(Note: I was not clear enough in the previous episode that I wrote. There were three versions of Jon created when he looked at the bridal photos. One little girl, one young lady, and one woman. Now there would be three Virgian Slim Jims (ouch, I know). Sorry for the confusion...but it's only going to get worse!)
Emily and Karyn had very different reactions to the beautiful triplets that Jon had become. Karyn looked worried, her gaze shifting from one gorgeous former boyfriend to another. She muttered something under her breath about needing something stronger than cigarettes to handle this. Emily on the other hand had a delighted, disbelieving half smile on her face. Her eyes seemed to dance with the possibilities that flitted through her thoughts as she looked on her new sisters.
The three Virginia Slims models looked at each other with the casual indifference that elegant models often show in photos. Jon's sense of humor soon began to show, though, as the three began to compliment each other. "Oh, I just love what you've done with your hair." "Why thank you, I must say I love that dress." "It doesn't make us -- I mean me look fat, does it?" The three Jon's giggled at each other, then cleared their throats, flicked long raven tresses over their shoulders, and said in unison "OK, this is fun and everything but there has to be a way to fix it."
Emily grinned. "Are you sure you want to? Imagine what you could do as three of you! Why, look at you now. Any magazine would fall all over themselves to have a set of gorgeous triplets in a photo shoot."
Strangely the Jons did not seem to mind being called gorgeous. They blushed a little and said, "Oh? What sort of magazine did you have in mind?"
"Pervert!" Emily sputtered. "All three of you---well, I guess you all would be wouldn't you? You're all Jon despite the dress and the to-die-for figure."
Karyn cleared her throat loudly. "Excuse me, can we focus for a minute? How in the world are we going to explain three of anyone? Right now, "Jon," you each look like a model who exists out there somewhere -- so you are actually quadruplets, not triplets. No matter whose picture I show you, you're going to be twins of someone. Even if you all turn back into Jons that's going to be hard to explain."
The sultry Jons looked at each other as they thought about it. "So," they wondered. "Are you saying that we should all become different people?" They looked uncomfortable at the notion, the three of them moving closer together.
Emily piped up, "We should at least try it and see what happens. If only one of you looks at a picture, what will happen? Since you're all Jon will all of you change or only the Jon that looks at the picture?" She oooohed at a sudden thought. "And what if we show one of you the bridal photo again. Would there now be five of you, or nine?"
Karyn shot a look at Emily. "Haven't we had enough experiments? Just look at Jon! He..I mean she...they..." Karyn sighed. "I can't even get the pronouns right!"
Emily held out the rock in her hand. "So what's the alternative? We try to alter your wish? That hasn't worked to well either."
The discussion raged for a long time. The Jons mainly watched Emily and Karyn argue. They sat together on the bed, hip to hip. Every once in a while they would smile in unison or add a thought to the debate, but mainly they seemed to instinctively want to be close to each other. Finally they had had enough. They looked at each other, nodded, and said, "We think we should wait until tomorrow to make any decisions. It's late enough that we can all just sleep on it, as long as Emily will wish that our parents don't notice anything strange about us being identical female models."
Karyn and Emily blinked at the notion. Karyn smirked and said, "Uh-huh. The three of you alone together all night? Emily was right, you are perverts."
The Jon triplets blushed but said nothing.
Finally, the five women made up their minds. The right thing to do was....
