"Victoria's Secret had the most amazing little bandeau bikini," they said together, as they bent down in unison and reached into the shopping bags on the floor. Their synchronized choreography was stunning - Jon could only gape as his former brother and father moved as one. They rose at the same time, each holding two tiny strips of pink fabric.
"What do you think?"
Jon just kept staring, completely unsure what to say. The girls rolled their eyes at him.
"Come on, Jon! I'm trying to help you! Don't you want to fit in?"
That last bit was extra creepy - Jon was reminded of a particular scene in a particular Stanley Kubrick film. He blinked a few times and then stood and walked over to where his twins... triplets... whatever... were standing. He decided to try something.
"Listen, I just... hang on. Can I-?" He put his hand gently on the shoulder of the Sarah clone on the right... he couldn't remember if it was his Dad or Mikey, and gently tried to guide her towards the door. She followed him, and to Jon's pleasant surprise the other girl stayed put -but looked a little confused. Jon managed to get her out in the hallway, alone, and closed the door behind him.
"What's going on, Jon?" She asked. Jon paused a moment as he listened, making sure only one person had said that. He nodded, then tried to come up with something.
"I just... uh. Well, listen, Dad," he took a stab in the dark. She didn't flinch, so he must've gotten it right. "This has been a lot all at once and, well, a bikini? Do you really think I can pull it off?"
Jon's Dad smiled, "Oh please, you skinny bitch! You're, like, beyond hot, you know? In fact I think you've been working out more than me."
Jon forced a smile. He certainly never expected his father to tell him that. They turned and went back into Mikey's room, who was standing there, looking a bit miffed.
"What was that all about?" she asked.
"It's fine," their dad said, "She just needed a little pep talk."
"Well," Mikey turned to Jon. "Anything you tell her you can tell me. We're family after all."
"Yeah, thanks," Jon said. He couldn't believe how nice they were being - after a week from hell this was almost... pleasant. Except for all his changes, of course. And he now felt a bit of relief. Apparently separating the two of them allowed what little individuality they had left to reassert itself. He just hoped that whole episode was an anomaly and not a sign of things to come.
"Now," Mikey said, twirling her bikini in her hands, "Let's get on with the show!"
"Yeah!" his dad said. "Jon, why don't you get yours and we'll try them on together!"
"Mine?" Jon wondered, "I don't have one, not like that." He didn't remember picking up a bikini when Karyn was dragging him through the mall.
"What do you mean?" Mikey said, looking genuinely confused. "How can you not have one?"
His dad looked a little worried. "Are you sure? Why don't you go check."
Jon turned and went to his room. He looked at the shopping bags from earlier, but now it seemed like there were more than he'd come home with. And how had his whole room changed, anyway? None of his stuff had changed like the others, he was only changing physically. At least until he got back from his makeover...
He looked down and saw a pink striped Victoria's Secret bag that hadn't been there before. He reached in with trepidation and, sure enough, pulled out a strapless bikini in the same hot pink the others had been gushing about. He gulped. He was pretty sure Sarah's wish on him had only meant to change his body. Unless somehow the magic of the wishes were converging. If that was the case, it was only a matter of time before-
"We're home!" two more voices called from downstairs. It was Jon's mother and sister.
"Up here!" another Sarah voice called from down the hall. Jon clenched his fists. It was going to be a long evening.
