Mikey, Jon's younger brother, was already half asleep, before a gurgling feeling in his stomach beckoned him to the bathroom. Stumbling groggily into the bathroom and going about his business. Mikey was halfway out the door when he noticed something strange about the bathroom mirror. The mirror normally hung over the sink, and was generally fairly unassuming, as far a mirrors go. But now, the mirror took up the entire wall adjacent the doorway, full body length with two periphery mirrors set at angles on either side. Additionally, each of the three mirrors had an ornate frame around it, the left one purple in color, the middle one black, and the right one red.
Mikey stepped forward, giving the mirrors a further look. He had never seen it before, perhaps mom had bought it earlier today... Figuring he would ask in the morning, Mikey tried to turn back to the doorway, but strangely found he couldn't. He couldn't look away, couldn't turn away, only stare at his own threefold reflection in the mirrors. The image before Mikey seemed surreal for some reason, as if it were not his own reflection, but someone else entirely. The three Mikeys in front of him suddenly seemed to blur, their forms soft, malleable.
Suddenly they shot up, growing up almost a foot and a half until they stood just shy of six feet tall. Strangely, Mikey's reflections didn't seem to tower over Mikey. Despite their new height they seemed on the level exactly with Mikey. Then the Mikey's skin began to pale, becoming a milky shade that was almost like... Mikey's memory failed, not sure who the ghostly skin tone of his reflections reminded him of. The doubles also seemed to grow older, though not quite in every way Mikey would expect.
Next came the reflection's hair, which darkened to a dyed black in color and began to grow. Next came the nails, which darkened in a similar fashion. The faces in front of Mikey began to change, shifting to more feminine proportions and acquiring significant amounts of dark makeup. The aging stopped, leveling off at about fourteen. Their body, however, was far from changing. The reflections' limbs and neck had grown long and slender, while their torsos had collapsed in proportion to make a small ribcage and an even smaller stomach. The reflections' hips, meanwhile, seemed to gain some flesh, as did the areas directly under their nipples, which, it seemed to Mikey, seemed to grow more sensitive under his own t shirt.
This though made Mikey briefly aware of the fact that he could feel the changes undergone by his reflections, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind it was gone. All his mind was caught up in the bizarre, but in no way unpleasant, waves of energy that sounded through Mikey's crotch and chest. Still entranced by the mirrors, Mikey watched as the trio's chest expanded to what he somehow recognized as b cup breasts, and the slight bulge in their sweatpants disappear.
But here was where the strange images in the mirror grew even stranger. Whereas all three refections seemed to be showing the same change before, now each of the three surfaces took a different course. The girl (as it did indeed now show the reflection of a young lady) they showed all appeared to be the same physically speaking, but the rest soon proved dramatically different.
In center mirror, the reflection's black hair had grown down to halfway down its back, and piercing appeared on its ears, lip, and nose. The t shirt it was wearing shifted into a tattered tank, while the sweatpants changed to a black miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and boots to complete the ensemble. Dark bracelets appeared around the reflection's arms, and a tattoo of a black rose came in the dead center of its collarbone.
The left mirror, meanwhile, appeared in an entirely different getup. Its hair had pulled itself into a fashionable updo, pinned into place with a few purple pins and comes. The only piercings on the left reflection's head were the ears, which had dangling earrings fit with purple stones, with a amulet on its neck to match. The reflection wore a fancy Victorian era dress, black with purple highlights, complimented by a matching corset and long gloves, though still low cut enough to show off its cleavage and the purple rose on its left shoulder. This reflections seemed to grow a inch or two now, due to a pair of platform heels on its feet.
The final mirror, as might be expected, took on a reddish undertone, with a red rose on its right shoulder and red streaks in its spiked, shoulder length hair. It had over twice the piercings as the middle reflection, and wore spiked collars on its neck and arms. It wore a black and red t-shirt, with all manner of profane phrases stitched on it. The look was rounded out with crimson fatigues, combat boots, and fingerless black gloves. The three mirrors all showed very different outfits, but all seemed to be goth and all seemed to be of the same girl.
"Mai, could you stop staring at the mirror?" came a female voice from behind, and the spell over Mai was broken. Mai turned, to find her sisters standing behind her, amused at her trance. Mai, Keera, and Yvette were triplets, and throughout their lives they had been the closest of sisters, sharing all the same secrets, activities, and interests. Even as teenagers, all three of them had gravitated towards the same crowd, namely that of the Goths. Sure, Mai may be the "traditional goth" while Keera was a bit more punk and Yvette getting into the Victorian side of things, but that was hardly enough to phase their bond. Its not like any of them were zombies or anything.
"Is Mom asleep?" Mai asked, glancing over at Keera.
"She's out like a light, though I think Aunt Linda might be lurking about," her sister replied, fingering a stud on her her brow.
"Dammit, the others are waiting for us at the Spike Pit. We should be there by now," Mai said, crossing her arms across her chest.
"We won't be able to go at all if we get caught," Yvette warned, ever the most cautious of the three.
"Fuck that, I say we chance it. We don't have all night," Keera shot back.
"I'm with Keera on this one," Mai said. "I say we go."
Yvette sighted. "Alright, but we must take care to be as quiet as possible as we're sneaking out."
"You're the one wearing those giant heels of yours," Keera retorted, before heading out as stealthily as her haste would allow.
As the new triplets filed quietly past the upstairs bedrooms, the final change in the family finally came to the person responsible for its origin...
