She smiled and said,"Why'd you stop?"

"Because something doesn’t seem quite right" said Sharon as she turned her head to look at the room around them.

"Mmmmm… but it feels great!" the other Sharon replied.

Ignoring her double for the moment Sharon swung her legs over the side of the bed. Immediately she noticed that her feet dangled well short of the floor. "What in the world?" she gasped as she began to realize that her bedroom appeared to have expanded around her as she slept.

"Hey! What’s up with my room?" the other Sharon exclaimed as she sat up and noticed her oversized surroundings. "And who in the hell are you? You look like you could be my twin sister" she added as her equally confuse double slipped to the floor.

"Well I’m Sharon" Sharon answered "and if you are too then it looks like we both are. I can’t figure out why the room… our room looks bigger."

On a hunch Sharon crossed the room and stepped into the bathroom. A few seconds later the other Sharon heard her call "Hey, come here. I think you should see this."

The other Sharon entered the bathroom to see Sharon standing on the scale.

"This is a heck of a time to worry about what we weigh" said the other Sharon.

"I think it is" Sharon answered, "Just have a look."

The other Sharon stepped up and read the scale. "Fifty nine pounds. Congratulations I, think we can go off our diet" she giggled.

"Don’t you get it?" Sharon sneered, "That’s exactly one half what I or should I say we, weighed last night. The room hasn’t gotten any bigger. There are two of us now and each of us is exactly half as big as we were before."

"Are you nuts? I know we both seem pretty short but there’s no way we’re under three feet high, maybe a little under 4 and half" replied the other Sharon incredulously.

"Obviously I wound up with most of the brains" Sharon snapped "We’re still proportional. At two foot nine and fifty nine pounds we’d look like fireplugs."

"Whatever" the other Sharon concluded. She had become distracted by her own image in the full-length mirror and was absentmindedly caressing her full, firm breasts and taut stomach. "I sure don’t look like a fireplug" she mused.