The nicoles slowly let their victims go, reeling them out like a ballerina doll as a cocoon of hair let them peel out. The Nicoles after were very much like the original, only their clothes were more colorful. The blond nicole's victims had created a slew of bright and colorful teen nicoles in flirty teen fashion, all blonds themselves. They seemed rather ditzy, something the original Teen Nicole was unsure how to feel about. The dark-haired nicole let them out of her ponytail cocoon to reveal sultry and hot teen nicoles, in skanky tanktops, thigh-boots with with garterbelts. And the brunette let her ponytail go free, unleashing a horde of new moderate teen nicoles. They were dressed in skinny jeans and fairly dressed tops, but seemed rather, sensible? They lacked the allure or vapidness of the others but just seemed like normal teenage girls- as normal as one could be while still being identical copies of the same girl anyway.
The original teen Nicole let her new clones go as well and crackled with laughter. Soon the whole world would be filled with hot new teens and she'd have her ideal world! No bratty kids, no frumpy gross adults to boss her and her new friends around.
As if the gods of irony answered the call to such a thought, the door swung open.
Arriving inside were two nicole faced girls. One an older woman looking like a gaudy cougar, the other a younger version of her that the teen nicole had formerly been, the bratty younger-her.
"I say, it really looks like you've made a mess of this place young lady." The old-Nicole said. The younger one merely made raspberries and spit her tongue out at the teen crowd.
Teen Nicole scoffed.
