Jon headed toward Mikey's room first.
"You're supposed to be nearly an adult," he said, shaking the prone form under the covers. "I shouldn't have to wake you up."
Mikey sat up in bed. "What's with your hair?"
"You should look at yourself before you make comments about me," he said.
Mikey got up and turned toward the mirror. His hair had grown even longer than Jon's had.
"I think you're taller too," Jon said, still feeling oddly calm about it. "Do you think you can handle getting ready? I have to get your brother and sister up," he said, not even noticing his slip in terms.
"Sure. What's for breakfast, I'm starving."
Jon headed toward Susan's room. Susan was an attractive middle aged woman...but the person curled up in bed was...much more different than Mikey had been. Mikey only seemed a bit taller.
But Susan was significantly smaller....and the sheets were soaked with some sort of odd fluid. "What in the world..." Jon said.
