You clink the rings together, prepared for your swap with Onur Karacan. Suddenly, the magic takes hold, and you and your brother are standing in a different room. You blink and twist your neck to survey your surroundings. It's the back room at City Zip Taxi, the room that was once Onur's office. But as you look around the room is very different. Instead of fading, half-disintegrated newspaper articles from Turkish newspapers and dusty wall-rugs, the office looks clean and modern. Two desks sit inside, each with a shiny nameplate -- one for you, and one for Kadir.
Pinar and Toygar knock at the door to your offices, holding stacks of papers. You know Pinar, of course -- she was Onur's old secretary. She looks much more youthful and pretty today. Perhaps the stress of dealing with Onur every day was rubbing off on her, you consider. Not that you're opposed to rubbing a little with Pinar yourself, you think with a grin. The glint in your brother's eye says he is thinking the same thing. Pinar's brown hair is silky-smooth, and is resting on her shoulders in soft curls. Her soft-looking lips are coated with glossy pink lipstick, a shade that matches her well-manicured nails exactly. She has pretty, sculptural features and healthy, thick proportions. She looks like a lusty goddess.
Toygar, however, is someone you've never seen before, although you seem to know his name. In fact, you know more than that. You know that he has been your and Kadir's secretary for a few years, along with Pinar. Toygar is very gay, you remember, although this is clear even from your first impression. A mop of curly, dark hair sits on top of his head, and his slight body is wrapped tightly with a pink silk shirt and pinstripe slacks. He has a pointy, lupine face that seems to suggest some devious tastes. His posture is floppy, one leg bent slightly, a limp-wristed hand placed against his thin hips. Frankly, you're not sure whether you want a go at Toygar or Pinar first. Perhaps you and Kadir can flip for it? You accept the documents from the two secretaries, quickly realizing your second change. "Teşekkür ederim," you say cheerfully, dismissing the pair.
The two of you are wearing identical copies of a gaudy button-up with clashing reds and greens, overlaid with a ratty-looking sport coat. The button-up shirt is open much too far, displaying a tall triangle of black chest hair and a thick gold chain to the world. Baggy khakis billow freely, cinched with a thin belt at your pudgy waist. They are clearly not your size, far too big. Looking for more changes, your eyes dart to your feet. Your toes are displayed by open-top leather sandals, the material faded by sunlight and use. You can see that you're wearing a cheap-looking gold ring on one of your hairy toes, the wild black hairs obscuring the pattern on the band. You really look to be dressed exactly like Onur, you think. At least this is a change that is easily fixed. You look at your hand to see the changes there and your heart skips a beat.
"Kadir," you say hurriedly, "our hands." Your twin tilts his head, flipping his hand back and forth to look for changes. "They look the same to me, Asil. What is it?" But even as he says this, he realizes the same thing as you. Your magic rings are gone, replaced by the thick rings with large dark stones that Onur Karacan seemed to favor. You share a panicked look with Kadir, trying to decide what to do next. Kadir takes the initiative, and presses an intercom button on a nearby telephone. "Toygar?" The secretary's soprano voice comes crackling over the telephone. "Evet Kadir baba?" Kadir blushes at the informal term, and then clears his throat. You're impressed Toygar can tell the difference between you, as your voices are identical. "Is Onur here today?"
You hear Toygar tapping on a keyboard. "Hm," he says, switching to English, "Onur is..."