"Don't do anything rash," the Jons interrupted Pete.
"This is my genie and I'll do want I want," Pete asserted. "This isn't exactly my first wish, you know. I know the kinds of things that can go wrong. I'll be careful."
Then Stephanie spoke up, "You dumped out a lot of condoms there, Pete. Are you leaving enough for everyone?"
"I dunno," admitted Pete. "Maybe some people doesn't want a wish, or maybe they want just a small one."
While Pete and Stephanie were speaking, the Jon with the stone wished to know what Pete had in mind. "He's probably going to use up all the condoms," Jon whispered to her other self.
"Pete, could you wait a moment? We're going out for more condoms," the other Jon proposed.
"OK, but don't be long," Pete agreed illogically. Jon, after all, was still in the form of two girls.
Once both of her were outside, the Jon with the stone said, "I'll just wish for a couple of cases and be done with it."
"Get the ribbed, OK?" suggested her alter ego.
"What! Why? We always bought smooth before," said the girl with the stone, then both of Jon stared at herselves for a moment.
"It's a hunch. Humor us," pressed Jon's other half.
"All right. Wr wish we had a thousand ribbed condoms and a thousand smooth, assorted sizes," Jon's self with the stone wished, then both girls hauled the boxes inside.
"Achoo! Oh, there you are," Gabe greeted Jons after the two had returned inside. "Achoo! Is there any way you can get rid of all this smoke?" he then asked the genie.
"That'll cost you one box, dearie," the genie replied.
Gabe pushed forward one box of condoms and waited anxiously for the smoke to clear. The genie, however, merely stated, "Sorry, if the smoke goes, so do I. Union rules."
"Well, achoo, I just wish we could all split and have sex," Gabe complained, then almost instantly the smoke and the genie and the motor home and the condoms were gone.
"Uh, am I seeing double?" asked two male Gabes in unison.
"More like quadruple," replied two female Erics eying their tits.
"Why did you become girls?" the two male Stephanies asked the Erics.
"I dunno but I, for one, stayed male," two Petes stated as one.
"You might change when you reunite," the Karyns warned the Petes and the others. "Jon changes sex but I don't."
"Well, we've split all right, but that crazy genie took all the condoms," remarked an Eric with newfound concern.
"No, here! He left one box. That means we have twelve," observed a Karyn.
"Are they smooth or ribbed?" the Stephanies wondered anxiously.
