John jumped up, strode over to the little blonde woman thrashing around on the floor between the dresser and nightstand. Sighing, he picked her up. She was still bound, how did she...?
"Oh, John!" She squeaked. "Thank GOD! I've been screaming at you forever!"
"Sarah, how did you get out of the jewelry box?" The lid was closed, he noticed.
"No no!" She squealed. "I'm not Sarah, I'm Karyn!"
John laughed, but remembered his wish that Karyn would know EXACTLY what happened to Sarah. Holding the tiny woman in his hand, he opened the jewelry box. It was a trick. Sarah was trying to get him to help her, or maybe she'd just gone insane, or..."Shit." He said.
Sarah was still in the box, tied up and mostly naked, and STILL in the box. He looked from one woman to the other. They were identical in every way. But if Sarah was in the box, then who...?
"Oh, shit...Karyn." John said.
"Duh!" Karyn squeaked. "I told you that!" It was disconcerting to hear Karyn's voice coming out of what was obviously Sarah's body.
Sarah's NEW body, that is. Sarah herself had used the stone to give herself the body of a 25 year-old, and not being satisfied with that, tried to enlarge her breasts with disastrous results. The only thing worse than that was that when she had tried to undo the damage, and shrink her boobs, she'd ended up the size of a Barbie doll, her breasts remaining proportionately huge on her tiny frame.
"Karyn...oh shit...oh shit..." John mumbled. "I'm sorry, I didn't..."
Karyn wiggled. "I know, I know! Just friggin' untie me, okay?"
John put his small friend down on the dresser, gently. He spotted a pair of nail clippers on the dresser and swiftly and gently used them to cut the tiny bonds that held Karyn's arms behind her back and her ankles together. Karyn rubbed her wrists and ankles for a moment, then stood up. "Shit!" She screamed. "Look at me!"
John already was. Karyn had arrived in Sarah's bedroom at John's wish, dressed only in a bra and panties. The bra was gone now, probably destroyed under the increasing pressure of her growing breasts, and her panties were stretched tightly around hips that were only moments earlier, those of a 16 year-old. It was a delightful sight to behold, to say the least.
Karyn suddenly realized that John WAS looking...no, staring. "Hey!" She peeped, and tried to cover her more than generous breasts with tiny hands. John tore his gaze away, grabbed a tissue from a box on the nightstand and handed it to Karyn to cover herself.
It fit her like a paper sarong. "Well, it'll have to do, I guess."
"Karyn, what happened to you?" John asked, ignoring the fact that he could see the dark areola of her breasts through the thin paper.
"Well, you wished that I would know exactly what happened to Sarah..." Karyn said from inside Sarah's body. "It only took a second, I guess, but it seemed like an eternity, my body changing like that! I could feel it growing older, and then suddenly my...uh...breasts got huge! The next thing that I know I'm doll sized and tied up over there on the floor! I kept yelling at you, but I guess you couldn't hear me since I was so small..."
"I'm sorry, Karyn..." Was all John could say.
"Hey!" Karyn stepped forward. "I know that you didn't mean to do it! I saw that you got the stone to a more managable size, I guess you could do the same for me, right?"
"I don't know, Karyn, I just took a shot at that. I'm not sure how I could phrase the wish so that you could be changed back..."
"Well, I guess I could get used to this body if we could just figure out how to make me a more normal size...I mean, I guess this is how I'm supposed to look in nine years anyway, right?" She looked down. "Except for the Winnebagos, of course. But hey, Pam Anderson had hers reduced, so..."
It was becoming clear that Karyn didn't know that she hadn't just followed in Sarah's changes, she'd actually become a copy of the girl. "Karyn, uh...there's something else." John said, and pointed to the mirror behind Karyn.
Karyn turned around. "Hey! I thought Sarah was tied up in..." It began to dawn on her. She lifted her arm and waved. Sarah's reflection waved.
"FUCK!" Karyn squeaked. "Do I really look like that!?"
"Uh...yeah." John admitted.
"Oh my god!" Karyn threw her hands in the air, dropping the tissue. "It was bad enough having to listen to all her memories and shit, but now I have to have her fucking looks, too?!"
"HEY!" Sarah yelled from the jewelry box. John had almost forgotten that she was still tied up inside. "I really resemble that! What the hell's so bad about" John slammed the lid down, silencing her again.
"What do you mean, her memories?" John asked the miniature Sarah copy.
"When you said I'd know what Sarah went through, I got her whole life history in my head first! Everything that she's experienced, I've experienced!" She spat. "I think I can still taste football player cum..."
"So you know why she's such a raving bitch, then?" John asked, steeling himself for some explanation for Sarah's awful behavior. "An abusive father? An alcoholic mom? Alien Grandparents, perhaps?"
Karyn, sitting down, answered "Nah, she's just a bitch. Her life's great, her family is wonderful, she's just a bitch."
There was a murmuring chirping from the jewelry box. Sarah could obviously hear them talking. John sighed and opened the box. Reaching inside, he removed Sarah, placing her next to her double. With the stone safely away from Sarah's shrunken reach, John directed Karyn to untie her twin, which she did.
Sarah sat up, stretched, and slapped Karyn's face. Karyn hesitated, shocked that it had happened, and then dove onto Sarah, pinning her easily and slapping her.
"You are such a bitch!" Sarah screamed.
"Only because I'm YOU now, bitch!" Karyn shot back.
"Girls, please." John was tempted to just pull them apart, which he could do, easily, at their current tiny size. "We have to figure this out."
"Bitch!" a slap.
"SLUT!" another slap.
"Girls, c'mon."
"Whore!"
"GIRLS!" John shouted. "JEEZUS on a CRUTCH! Do you even CARE about the situation you're in?! Holy shit! I mean, you're both doll-sized and all you can do is think about how much you hate each other?" John forgot that the stone was in his hand. "I wish you two would just kiss and make up!"
A palpaple sense of serenity passed over the twins entwined on the dresser. In all John's wettest dreams, he'd never imagined anything like what he witnessed next.
