...standing in a jail cell. There were 2 other women in the large holding cell with them, each of them pretty good looking, but in a trashy, too-much-make-up and slutty clothes kind of way. Jon looked over at Zoe, and saw she was dressed in the same way, with a tight pink dress, a top that pushed her breasts together, and stiletto-heeled boots. Strange as that was, Mikey was dressed in the same manner, only varying in the particulars, with a green skirt and top and high-heeled sandals with straps that criss-crossed his lower legs. Jon gulped and looked down at himself, and what he'd feared was true... he was dressed like a hooker as well, with a red dress and black boots.
"Wha, what's going on? he asked his siblings.
"I don't know," Zoe said, a hint of fear in her voice. "Why are we in jail, and dressed like whores?"
Jon got up and teetered over to the mirror on the wall near the toilet. It was not his reflection that gazed back at him, but that of a beautiful, if trashy looking, young woman with long black hair, pirceing eyes, and pouty lips covered in a bright-red lipstick. Jon licked his lip, and the woman in the mirror mimicked his every move... Jon tasted the waxy, cherry taste of the lip gloss.
Suddenly, a voice called out behind him "Ok Candy, Selina, and Jennifer, your pimp is here to bail you out... again. I don't want to see you three back here again, understand?" An officer with a clipboard turned the key in the lock and slid the door open, rattling on its tracks. He looked at Jon, Zoe, and Mikey, "Well, you're free girls, what are you waiting for?"
