Joanna groaned. She wasn't sure quite what had happened, but she knew it was unpleasant, and she felt like she'd just suffered a hangover. She slowly stood upright.
"Geez... what the hell was that crap?" she muttered.
"You tell me," said the old woman, still smiling darkly.
"Hey... I can't control my legs!" said a voice next to her.
Joanna looked over. The other head was still on her right shoulder.
"Hey, nothing changed!" she said.
"Did it, now?" asked the old woman.
"I can't move my legs!" cried her right head. "What did you do to me!?"
"I can move them," said left Joanna. She walked around the room, slowly.
"Hey, stop that!" cried the right twin, and grabbed her legs to hold them still, with all four hands.
"Hey, stop that!" cried the left twin. "I... you have all the arms! That's not fair!"
She tried to reach out with a hand to grab any of her twin's hands, and a strange thick appendage whirled around from behind them and wrapped itself around two of the hands. She paused.
"What the... what the hell is that!?"
Both Joannas stopped moving. The right one let go of the legs. They glanced at each other.
"I have all four arms," said the right twin.
"And I have the legs and a prehensile tail," said her clone. "Oh, this is just wonderful."
"It's fair," said the old woman. "At least now you're not fighting."
"That's not very funny," said the right Joanna. "Please, change us back to normal. Anything's better than this."
