Sarrah turned and looked at the chamber next to hirs and gasped.
Standing naked in the chamber, motionless and with hir eyes closed, was a woman. A woman who looked exactly like Sarrah McMillan—only, instead of the dark brown crew cut that Sarrah sported, this clone had long, blonde hair, almost like Biffanie’s. It was Sarrah—the features of hir face confirmed that—but at the same time, it wasn’t hir.
“What the hell!?” Sarrah exclaimed, confused. “Why does my clone look like a boi?” Shi inspected the woman closer. “Goddess, Mom! Shi’s even wearing makeup.” Shi turned to face hir mothir, who looked equally as confused as shi was.
After quickly checking hys makeup and brushing hymself off, Biffanie peered nervously into hys chamber and hys face wrinkled with disgust.
“Eww,” hei whined. “Mine looks like some kind of hairy, jacked up gurl.”
Sarrah looked into the chamber to find that hei was right. The clone looked more like a gurl than a boi. Hei had short brown hair, similar to how Sarrah wore hirs, and hei was huge! Muscles bulged from hys arms, and hys six-pack would rival any bodybuilder that Sarrah knew. It was almost as if the clones had swapped roles somehow.
“Well, this is certainly unusual,” hir mother stated as shi studied the two clones. “This is not what I had expected.” Shi moved to a computer monitor and read the data, frowning as she parsed it. “According to the data, the person in the chamber is definitely you, Sarrah…but the thing is is that it’s not a clone of you.”
“What do you mean? Not a clone of me? That’s what the device was supposed to do, wasn’t it? Clone me and Biffanie?”
Suzan nodded. “It was, but it seems that we had a slight miscalculation and the machine fluxulated, opening a rift to an alternate dimension.”
Sarrah blinked. “An alternate dimension? Like in Star Trek?”
“Yes; instead of cloning you, the machine summoned an alternate version of yourselves. One where it appears that it’s the, um, gurls that have long hair and bois don’t.”
“Eww,” Biffanie whined. For once, everyone in the room found themselves agreeing with the blonde boi. Dr. McMillan turned hir attention to the businesswomen.
“Gentlewomen, as you can see, my machine worked. Just not the way that I intended it to. We’re going to keep these two, uh, clones, here in observation for a few days and make some adjustments to the device. I am certain that we will be able to get it working in its proper function soon. In the meantime…” shi trailed off as shi snapped hir fingers, and an assistant appeared ushering them out of the lab.
Just as the door closed behind the last person, Dr. McMillan heard a groan from inside the chambers. One of the clones was waking up.
Sarah McMillan groaned and rolled her head around as she started to come to. Everything was blurry, and she felt weak.
“Ugh,” she moaned. “Wha…what happened?” she asked. “Where am I?”
“You are in my lab,” she heard a voice explain. It was a woman’s voice; even though it sounded familiar and yet…there was something off about it. There was movement beside her; someone was fumbling with some restraints around her arms. She blinked again.
She was inside some kind of chamber. The last thing that she remembered was that she was with her boyfriend Biff. She moved to exit the chamber but fell down to her knees, her blonde hair falling in front of her face.
“Don’t worry,” the woman’s voice intoned. “That will wear off in a few minutes, and your vision will start to clear.”
“Who are you?” Sarah asked groggily. The voice sounded so familiar.
“I am Dr. Suzan McMillan, head of McMillan Tech.”
“Mom?” Sarah queried. She thought that the voice sounded familiar—but her mom wasn’t a scientist. Dad was.
“This might come as a bit of a shock, but I am not your mothir. I may look and sound like hir, but I can assure you that I am not hir.”
“Then what are you saying?” Sarah asked. Her vision was starting to clear now, and looking up she could see three people standing over her.
“We somehow tapped into a rift, and our device brought you here from another dimension.”
This was all too confusing for Sarah. Rifts? Alternate dimensions? That was more like something that the geeks from her school would be interested in. She just wanted to go home. With her vision starting to clear, Sarah tried standing up and as she did so she noticed something and screamed.
“I’m naked!” She cried out and tried to cover herself up, moving one hand to cover her vagina and the other to cover her breasts.
“Ah, yes,” The woman who was her mother (but also wasn’t) muttered, slightly embarrassed. She made a motion with one of her hands and an assistant hurried over, offering Sarah a light green gown that looked like it belonged in a hospital.
Sarah quickly donned the gown, and as she recovered, they heard a noise from one of the other chambers.
“Ah,” Dr. McMillan noted excitedly. “It sounds like the other one is waking up.”
“The other one?” Sarah repeated with some alarm, and she watched with interest as the woman dashed over to the chamber and went inside.
“Biff!” Sarah cried, slightly relieved as the doctor brought her boyfriend out. Thank god there was someone here who she knew that could take care of things.
“Biff?” one of the people standing next to her repeated. “What kind of name is that?”
“That’s my boyfriend,” Sarah explained, turning to face the person who spoke. This time, it was her turn to gasp.
It was like looking into one of those weird mirrors at the carnival. It was her—only her copy was dressed like a boy. She was wearing a red tank top and a pair of camo colored cargo shorts. Instead of the blonde hair that Sarrah wore, she had dark brown hair styled in a crew cut. In fact, it looked very much like an outfit that Biff always wore.
Standing next to the girl was Biff, except that he looked ridiculous. Golden blonde curly hair fell down past his shoulders, and he wore a light pink cami top with a matching skirt. The whole ensemble was finished with a pair of 6-inch pink heels.
Sarah fainted, overwhelmed by the sight.
