"Mmm," said Jen as her twin scrubbed her back with a washcloth. "That's better than trying to reach it. But anyways, I've been thinking."
"So have we both," replied Jonnie. As Jen hesitated, Jonnie said "Go ahead".
"You know all that TV stuff we don't have? Finishing sentences, telepathy, feeling what each other feels? There's one thing we do have. A magic stone."
"I see," replied Jonnie. "It doesn't matter how unlikely it is. We can still wish it up. I guess it just depends on exactly why we're doing this. Is the idea that we should be sisters? Or is the idea that we should do a whole bunch of things we never did before, and being sisters is one of them?"
"I can see it either way," said Jen.
"Me too," said her sister. "But there's no rush. We can very well be sisters first, and get used to it. Once we're used to it and we know what normal sisters are like, only then do we add things like telepathy. We can even add things that don't depend on being sisters... be filthy rich, or get the power to fly."
"Or like being lesbians," said Jen.
"Yeah," said Jonnie, handing the washcloth to Jen, "but that's a special case."
They dried off, and the next strange element was getting dressed. Jen stood staring at a closet full of strange things. Jonnie, right behind her, proceeded to do the same thing. Finally Jonnie picked out a pink blouse. "You can try this one. Now I'd better..." She reached for a second pink blouse, but halfway she turned around. Picking up the sheets of paper they had wished for, she scanned them for mentions of clothes. There was nothing saying whether they did or didn't wear the same clothes as twins. She grabbed a green pair of jeans from a hangar and said "Jen, you take the blue, okay?"
Next was underwear. It was surprisingly easy. There were some dark colored bras, but Jen thought about them and suggested "I think that's for when you have a dark top and if you wear a white bra it'll be seen through it." Jonnie, agreeing, thought that a white one worked better with the blouses. Then panties, and actually putting on the blouse and pants. Then jewelry. There wasn't a lot out in the open, just some earrings and one bracelet, and they had to consult the list to see whose it was.
Next was breakfast. It felt normal, though now that Jon was twins, one of them had to wait for the other. And to top it off, there was only enough cereal for one.
"Sorry, Jonnie," said Jen. "We're out of raisin bran. I guess we're not going to be eating identical food."
"Were you planning to, Jen?" asked Zoe. "You knew there wasn't a lot left."
"It's fine," said Jonnie. "Did you want it? I'm sure we have more in... Wait." She realized that Zoe was able to tell them apart. She was carrying the information list, and unfolded it to check. This time there was a mention of it: 'Family and many friends can tell the twins apart if they knew them for a while.' It did make sense; even twins weren't absolutely identical. There were a host of things ranging from slightly different hair parting, to non-shared jewelry.
Zoe, a bit too curious, noticed Jonnie doing this and got up. As she walked over to Jonnie, Jen quickly stepped in her way. "Jonnie, we'd better put that away," she said.
"What's that?" asked Zoe. "A shopping list?"
"No, it's a letter to my girlfriend," said Jonnie.
"Very funny," replied Zoe. "We both know you two look alike, but not so alike that Samantha can't tell the difference."
"It doesn't really matter," said Jonnie. Now they knew who Jen's girlfriend was, and that Jonnie didn't have one, but it was probably on the list anyway. "This is private. But it's something I need to talk to Jen about later."
"It's something we need to talk about now," said Jen. She grabbed Jonnie's hand and, leaving the cereal behind, dragged her away. In their room, she pulled out the stone. "It would be really bad to have Zoe read than and think we're nuts," she replied. "We need to figure out a wish...."
