Adjusting to the changes

The next couple days were... trying, to say the least. Not wearing clothes actually wasn't as bad as the siblings had expected, the average person tended to lose interest when everything was on display and the polite ones didn't stare. They still avoided public areas when possible though, partly to reduce the chance of being seen by creepers but mostly for hygiene. Morgan had started carrying a towel in her purse to sit on and Miranda had caught on quickly. Martin was having more trouble. His backpack chafed something fierce when he wore it, especially with his altered proportions, and he refused to carry a purse. So far he'd just carried his backpack and been careful about where he sat.

"We could totally make you a manly bag y'know. What're they called? A satchel?" Morgan held up one of her moms plain old purses thoughtfully. Martin sat grumpily with his face propped up on his hands, "No." The door rattled and muffled cursing a moment later told them who it was, "Are you going to let her in?"

"She'll figure it out."

"Asshole." Martin glared but didn't move as Morgan opened the door for Miranda, who had an almost identical expression of simmering anger. She stalked in and flopped down on the couch next to her twin, "This sucks." Martin nodded glumly. Morgan rolled her eyes, these two had been a huge pain since the trip to the market. The only reason she didn't call them out on it was because they had every right to be angry, it didn't seem fair. Especially Miranda.

"Who would even buy hands!?" Miranda suddenly burst out, throwing her arms up in the air ineffectually. "Amputees." Martin answered, deadpan. The thought seemed to brighten her expression, "Well... I guess that's-"

"-and weird fetishists." Miranda gave him a death glare.