...!

...Elsie!

You look harder. It was Elsie in the mirror, a tired looking slimy Elsie. Not a strong sisterly resemblance...an exact match. The two of you always had a resemblance but...now you looked EXACTLY like her. A perfect mirrored twin. You quite literally couldn't believe your eyes. You stare and stare.

You gasp. "What!?" You suddenly realized why your voice sounded familiar before, it wasn't yours it was hers!

Your aunt stands up. Putting her hand on her head she begins walking back and forth. "How is this possible?" She paces, her mind going a hundred miles an hour. "Twins? A year apart? That can't be it...how!? I mean I used a little of Elsie's...but that shouldn't have done anything..." She was lost in thought.

Lucy remains calm and begins peeling the square patches from your body one at a time. Depositing them back in the tray from where they came. As you pull your slender arm up and out you take up the mirror to continue to stare into it. You felt so weak right now, it took all of your strength to hold it. You hear Fiona whisper. "Go to her El. She needs you."

Elsie is suddenly at your side. Her face looking at you right beside the mirror's reflection. The match was uncanny.

"Jesse? Are you okay?" She asks.

You look at her concerned face. "Um...yeah. I think so."

Your mother berates her sister. "Peggy, why did you do this? This isn't fair to either of them."

Peg responds, still in complete confusion. "Helen...I...I just don't know how this happened. I..."

You set the mirror down and pipe up. "Mom, Peggy...It's okay." You and Elsie smile and stare into one another's deep brown eyes and take each other by the identical hand. The connection is all encompassing. The rest of the room fades into the background as the pair of you experience a type of unification in that moment. "It's okay." You repeat in a hushed tone.

Somehow...deep in your heart...you knew this was how it was always meant to be. You and El were just too close. She truly felt like a part of you, you actually felt incomplete when she wasn't around. Things were how they ought to be. A strange natural order had been set right.

As you feel the warm gooey patch get taken up off of your groin area you hear Fiona chuckle. "I guess I can't call you needle dick anymore." Chloe giggles in response.

You look down at your now mostly exposed and rapidly cooling body. It too was exactly like Elsie's, right down to the last girthy detail.