Sarah and Nicole he remembered from seventh grade. They'd been snooty, stuck-up little bitches than...but maybe they'd changed. Probably not, as the two of them were shopping at the flippin' GAP of all places. They glanced at him, and saw Jon and Karyn as they walked away. Pete looked back as well, and saw that the newly minted identical twins were entwined with each other -- clearly not caring in the least what people might think of their incestuous relationship.
"Hey girls!" he began "Remember me? I'm Pete Roberts, I used to live around here. I just moved back..."
They both rolled their eyes and turned away.
"...and...I thought I'd check up on some old friends. So, how are you doing?"
Sarah McMillan chuckled at that. "I see you met the pervert twins. Man, it's disgusting the way those two are always mooning over each other. You know, they look just like their parents? My dad says that's a sure sign of incest. It's gross! I hope they use condoms, because Karyn's going to get knocked-up some day."
Pete had been the cause of Jon and Karyn's transformation into incestuous identical twins, and even so...he felt somewhat bad for them. Not to the point of trying to wish them back (in fact, he had a few more interesting ideas for them), but even so...he didn't think these two should be so caviler with their comments. After all, they might make someone angry...and that someone might be him. He muttered a quiet wish to his magic stone...then asked...
"So...when did you two girls get knocked-up?"
He'd wished that the two girls were both heavily pregnant, and now...they were. Though still dressed in stylish clothes and both looking well kept, they also looked like they were going to be giving birth within the month.
Sarah and Nicole exchanged a dark look, and Nicole said "Real smooth, Pete. Did your parents have any children that lived?"
Sarah chuckled at that, then shooed him away with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Go fuck yourself, Pete."
Pete glowered at them, and muttered another wish.
The girls looked somewhat the same, though their bellies had swelled again. They both now had quintuplets brewing in the oven. And the fathers weren't their current boyfriends anymore...but two anonymous black guys they slept with at a party.
The real change was mental...and cosmetic. Neither girl had told their parents about who they'd slept with, and they both dreaded the idea of having to explain why their babies were going to be wooly haired and brown skinned. They were less well kept, and both had the look of long nights of worry. Dark circles under their eyes and furrowed brows spoke volumes about their mental state.
"Well, it was nice to see you both." he said, wishing again. After the two former high school debutants gave birth, they'd...
