Daughters makes for Great Support

"And that's why we need your help, Jacob!" Walter’s voice blared from the redhead wearing a leotard.

"Yeah, Jacob! Help us!" The leotard itself seemed to yell, the voice coming directly from the fabric. It was Sandra—or rather, the clothes she had become.

Jacob rubbed his temples. "This is officially the weirdest thing that has ever happened. Dad, it's pretty bizarre to hear your voice coming out from Rachel, Sandra's BFF, and Sandra is... well, she's a piece of spandex."

"Bizarre doesn't even cover it!" The leotard snapped back with Sandra’s sharp attitude. "Trust me, you don't want to know the specifics of our current anatomy!"