"Eric! Keith! Are you guys in here?" Jon yelled as he looked around. Large, expensive looking paintings hung on the walls. He passed under a chandelier, and into the library.
He would have marveled at the walls covered in books if he hadn't been stunned by the sight of the gorgeous body standing in the center of the room. She was wearing a strapless red evening gown that went all the way to the floor, with a slit on one side all the way up to the hip. One long, smooth leg could be seen, perched perfectly in a red stiletto. The bodice perfectly hugged a pair of big, perfect breasts which rose and fell gently with each breath. Even with all he had seen that day, Jon would have had to admit that it was the most perfect female body he'd ever seen.
Unfortunately, as had lately been the case, there was a bit of a problem. Perched atop this perfect body's shoulders were the heads of both Eric Stutman and Keith Wooley. They still had their very male faces, but some of the more masculine features were concealed by impeccable makeup and deep red lipstick. They also now both had long, wavy blonde hair which was styled identically and cascaded down their shared back. They smiled and batted their eyelashes when they recognized who had just come into the room.
"Oh Jon," they said in unison with breathy, alto voices, "It's so lovely to see you. I think you might be able to help us."
Jon gulped.
