Twofer

As the door closes, you ask Gwen if anyone else is home. "Well, your mom," she says looking at Jackie, "left for her morning walk, I don't know if she's back yet. I think I heard the girls moving around, but I haven't seen them yet."

"Hmm...other people in the house kind of forces your hand a bit. You don't want to risk getting distracted with Gwen if it means someone else could grab the gun from you while your focus was...elsewhere."

Jackie seems to be have the same thoughts as you. "Gwen, go put some clothes on and get the girls down to the living room. Mark and I have something we need to show them." She orders, as her hand strokes your back. And lingers over the form of the gun.

"Yes...Jackie, I'll send them down right away." Gwen shivers as she goes to comply with the order.

Once Gwen disappears up the stairs you turn to Jackie, "So, I get why Gary might have turned into a submissive little thing like Gwen, but do you have any idea why your standard issue white dude dad turned into an Asian?"

"Not really, now. I wasn't explicitly thinking about anything along those lines, though Gary was always a bit of a dick. Maybe I was hoping to put more than one shoe on the other foot?"

"It's as good a reason as anything I've got. Hey," you remark, pulling the gun out of your makeshift holster, "before your sisters get down here, I don't think I've ever actually met them. At least not before yesterday's craziness changed everything. I assume you want me to blast them?" Jackie nods at that. "Tell me about them, I'll try and zap them as soon as I can."

"Well, I know you know they're twins, Abby and Gabby. But they're, quite possibly, the most boring twins ever. They're tall, but look like a pair of beanpoles. They've got that twin telepathy thing going, but really, all they're concerned about is school. No boys, no sports, no clubs, nothing. I love them as they are, but they're kind of one-dimensional. The problem is, they just kind of blend into the woodwork. Especially as they're two of them. I have trouble telling them apart most times, and I know my dad did too. Somehow my mom has always been able to tell one from the other."

With that you hear Gwen's voice from upstairs, "No, I have no idea what they've got to show you, but Jackie made it sound important. Now, I've got to get dressed."

Then, from a from what sounds like one voice in stereo, "Oh just put on some lingerie, that's all you ever wear anyways."

Quickly turning to Jackie, you whisper "Okay, I'm going to try to center my mind on wishing I could tell them apart. Put your hand on the gun, and let's see what happens."

The instant the girls come into view, you are pleased to see that they are holding each other's hands. Jackie wasn't kidding, they are deep into the twin connection thing. As soon as your shot is lined up, you make sure Jackie is touching the gun and you smile and shout "Now!"

ZAP!

"Owwww....Mark what the fuck!" comes a new voice, smooth and low.

"Yeah, that was really bright. I'm seeing spots!" Comes another voice, higher and breathier.

Well, it's definitely changed something you think. "Shall we see what happened Jackie?"

When you open your eyes, before you two girls who you somehow KNOW are twins, but you doubt many people would believe that easily.

"Well," Jackie says so that only you can hear it, "I guess they're not identical twins anymore."