Keith and Eric belatedly realized they were naked; or perhaps in the wake of the boys both becoming half of a two-headed woman it simply hadn't been that important. They quickly shimmied back into the dress, leaving their still-wet panties on the floor, and after little to no deliberation removed their high heels. Keith adjusted their breasts in the tight, immodest dress while Eric asked Jon, "Have you thought of anything yet? I'm actually kinda starting to get used to this." He rubbed gingerly at his eyes, mussing his makeup a bit.
"Not yet. But if you two got stuck like this then everyone in town probably did. You might not be the biggest freak in town. Freaks," Jon corrected himself, then quickly said, "Sorry."
Both heads glowered at him. "Go fuck yourself, Jon," Keith snapped. "I wish you'd gotten stuck like this too."
"And that," Jon said, smiling despite himself, "is exactly why I have the stone and you don't."
"Bet I could kick your ass and take it," Keith said, and the joint body started to advance on him before suddenly stopping.
Eric shouted, "No! Jon's our friend, he's trying to help us!" Jon watched as the joint body jerked erratically back and forth and finally started fondling its breasts, both heads gasping. "Got your attention now," Eric said, lowering their hands. "You're not hurting our friend. Maybe Jon can go see what's up with his family and think about this for a while, away from you."
Jon nodded, grateful. "Yeah. I'll go do that. I swear I'll fix you," he promised, and left with the stone firmly in hand - thankfully dry now if a bit smelly - to go back home and hopefully catch his family.
