“What the hell happened to us?” asked Megan in a brash, gravelly voice. Her new body had the highest tolerance to the alcohol and various drugs coursing through the bloodstreams of the family now. The others all seemed to be struggling just to stand up.
“St-Steve, is that you?” asked Janet, in the body of the bald, muscular, Asian boy.
“No, I'm Megan!” sobbed Megan, sounding ridiculous coming from her new body's dark baritone voice.
“I'm Mom,” said Janet. “Then... Alan and Steve?”
“Yeah,” muttered Steve quietly, deeply embarrassed by his heavily pierced, feminine body. “I'm Steve.”
He looked down at the youthful breasts protruding from beneath his “Ramones” t-shirt... down to the short plaid skirt around his waist... the stockings on his legs... the high-heeled combat boots on his feet... and something about the entire situation (probably the marijuana in the bloodstream of his young, female body) made him burst out giggling.
Alan, for his part, brushed the thick black hair from his face briefly and spoke just two words before collapsing, utterly inebriated, back to the pavement: “I'm Alan.”
Before any of the family could struggle more against their intoxicated and drugged bodies, the shrill siren of a police car squealed from somewhere nearby. In the blink of an eye, a pair of black-and-white squad cars pulled up and the family found themselves bathed in the flashing blue and red lights coming from the cars.
“Well, well, well,” said the first police officer, getting out of his car and swaggering towards the group. “What's all this, then?”
“Underage consumption,” said the second police officer, now exiting his squad car. “And probably drug possession too, from the smell of it.”