Lizze braced for a scream, a shout, or some sort of panic when Jason opened the door, but nothing happened. He simply walked in, leaving the door slightly ajar. Lizzie raced over to peek through the gap, to see just what the hell was going on. It certainly wasn't a sight she was prepared for.
Her brother Eric was already standing there, in nothing but their mother's bra and panties. He had a half smile as he looked at himself in the vanity mirror, then fastened a necklace around his neck. He didn't seem to notice Jason at all, who was walking towards the dresser.
Jason, similarly, paid Eric no mind, as he opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair of silky garments. He stripped down right there and slipped on the panties, then fastened the bra as if he'd been doing so for years. He headed towards the vanity where Eric was standing, while Eric turned and walked to the closet.
Jason, now, was admiring his own reflection just as Eric had moments earlier, and he picked up a silver necklace just like the one Eric had put on. But mom only has one necklace like that... Lizzie thought to herself. She shifted her weight to try and get a better look at Eric, when she suddenly lost her balance and tumbled into the door, landing on her back with a thud.
Both Jason and Eric gasped.
"Elizabeth Deidre Cameron, what on earth are you doing?" Eric said
"Young lady, I hope you have an explanation for this!" Jason followed.
"Um- um- I..." Lizzie couldn't say anything. Her eyes kept darting back and forth, between her brother and his best friend, both scowling at her in matching bras and panties. But then their scowl softened.
"Oh... I see what it is. I should've known." Eric said.
"I used to be a girl your age too, I should've seen it coming," Jason said. It was like they were of the same mind, but mostly oblivious to the others' existence. Both speaking the same thoughts, trading lines back and forth.
"I know you're getting curious about your body. I was anxious for mine to grow in too," Eric said, gesturing to his flat, bra-covered chest.
"I know it's easy to be jealous of the other girls who blossom early. I sure was," Jason said.
"But you'll bloom soon enough, and be a beautiful young woman." Eric continued. Jason picked it up from there.
"Now how about I take you shopping after school tomorrow."
"I'll help you pick out your very first training bra!"
"Yeah... sounds great... mom" Lizzie finally managed to say, just hoping to get the hell out of there. She dashed back to her room to check her computer.
REALITY BUFFER HOLDING: 70%
FURTHER EDITING LOCKED UNTIL BUFFER REACHES 100%
Great, now it seemed that Jason and Eric were stuck acting like her mom until that buffer, whatever it was, filled up. She started searching, trying to find a way to speed it up, when one of their voices called from the hall.
"Lizzie, have you taken out the trash yet!?"
Ugh. Fine. She set her laptop down, figuring she'd better take care of that chore to at least get them off her back, then she could figure out how to get them back to normal...
As she was dragging the heavy trash bag across the garage floor, the motor in the ceiling clicked on. With a whirr, the door in front of her began to roll open. Oh no! Somebody was just getting home - but was it her dad, her (real) mom, or both?!
