Within moments, the changes concluded. Their legs were stuck together by hot miniskirts and shiny jeweled designer belts. Silky dark tank tops filled their chests and snuggly fit over their new slim teen physique. One of the portly waiters had become as thin as a twig and as stylish looking to.
The waiter and managers all had identical ponytails now, some blond some brunette. Bright wash faux-leggings showed off their fine legs as if they were skinny jeans. Hoopy earings and bright eyeshadow covered each of them as they checked each other out. They were identical copies of teen nicole and couldn't be happier with how hot they looked.
"Like, we're so damn hot!" The manager now a dark haired Nicole said.
"But I'm hotter, right?" A brunette Nicole, former waiter replied.
"In your dreams. I'm hotter than both of you!" A third blond-haired Nicole announced.
The original teen Nicole scoffed and scolded them. "Whatever, come on you boobs let's go." The three nodded and slowly headed back out, deciding to divide and conquer the rest of the restaurant. Despite her happiness with having 3 new clones of herself, she wondered if something was rather off about them. Were they really her? Was she really her? Like, of course she was. Duhhhh, so whatever, she thought dismissing it. Something about it unsettled her but she couldn't put her carefully manicured finger on it. She had new recruits to make.
