Barbelo wheeled the mirror between the girls again, cutting them off from each other. Professor Lupo raised his wand theatrically.
"We have ourselves a truly lovely pair of twins, don't we, folks? But, and no offense intended, ladies, I think we could make them even lovelier. Wouldn't you like to see that, folks?"
A man whooped from the back of the bleachers. Lupo nodded. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a worn-out magazine with a busty, scantily-clad model on the cover. "Who here is familiar with this fine publication?" A couple people clapped too enthusiastically for the sisters' comfort.
Lupo flipped through the pages of the magazine to show the audience spread after spread of buxom supermodels. "You know, magazines use all sorts of digital manipulation these days. Call me old fashioned, but I prefer pictures of women as they really look.
A flash blinded everyone. Barbelo had taken a photo of Joy with a Polaroid camera. It spit out the square film and she started to shake it.
"It doesn't develop any faster if you shake it," Lupo chided his assistant. In a clearly rehearsed gag, the woman paused, shrugged, and continued shaking. The audience laughed.
"I know how to make it appear faster." Lupo held his hand out. Barbelo gave him the Polaroid and he flicked it at the mirror, where it seemed to stick. He and Barbelo then turned that side of the mirror to the audience. A static, life-sized, head-to-toe picture of Joy was plastered across the entire thing. Lupo glanced behind the mirror and smiled. He motioned to Barbelo and they turned the mirror all the way around. An identical picture was on the other side. "Why, Barbelo, it's a good thing you ordered doubles!"
More laughter. Julie and Joy were baffled at how the performers kept making the switch. The mirror seemed to change just when it was turned out of their view.
"Okay, so we've got our realistic photos. I think they're great. But the rag editors, they want to draw in more readers and make big bucks. Just like our humble freakshow. You see how few folks come to these humble performances. I'd like a little of that dough myself. So let's just make some adjustments." He pulled what looked like a thick whiteboard marker out of a pocket. "We don't have fancy computers here, but that's okay. I prefer analog. Now, I know what you're thinking. 'He said before he preferred real women.' Well, my friends, you're going to see what makes this approach so great."
He turned his back to the audience and began drawing a few lines down the sides of the image. Joy and Julie couldn't see what he was doing from their angle, but they felt their scalps tingle. A round of shocked murmurs grew throughout the half-dozen attendees as their gazes moved to the twins.
With the mirror pointed outward, Julie and Joy could see each other, and they gasped simultaneously as they realized their twin's blond hair was growing longer. Then they looked down to see their own hair slowly sliding down their backs. It thickened as it grew.
Lupo reached higher and made a few arcing motions with his marker. The girls' bangs fell over their eyes, then lifted away from their faces in a luxurious sweep just like on a styled supermodel. Their golden hair gently flowed down to their hips. It was so thick that a few locks slid around their shoulders to elegantly frame their sleek bodies.
Lupo stepped away from his "canvas" and the crowd cheered. The picture itself showed no trace of marker scribbles. The hair in the image had changed to match what had grown on the girls. Lupo twirled the mirror around to show everyone that the image on the other side had been altered too.
"Perhaps I should do the rest on the other side so it's easier to see," he suggested boastfully. He disappeared behind the mirror. The audience leaned in to examine the picture on their side. Within seconds, the wasitline of the girl in the photograph began thinning as her hips and thighs expanded. With a violated gasp, the twins reacted to their own bodies morphing. Their pink belts hung low across their widening hips. Their chests followed suit, with their already marvelous C-cups gaining two sizes. The bottoms of their shirts shrank, rising up until their navels were peeking out. Finally, each girl felt their faces shifting. Their noses pinched in just slightly while their lips swelled into prominent, borderline-tasteful puckers. Julie lifted her hand to feel them and saw that her pink nails had grown out a quarter of an inch.
"S-stop this! Change us back!" Joy demanded with a warble in her voice. This was her first time talking with plump lips. She stamped her foot, which made a surprising clacking sound on the wooden stage floor. She looked down to see that Lupo was in the process of drawing a pair of pink pumps on their feet. He turned the marker around and erased their socks. "This is impossible!" she insisted.
"No, Joy," Lupo said, replacing the cap on his marker. "It's magic!" He twirled the mirror around several times, confirming to the audience both sides were indeed identical, and that they matched the changes that had occurred in the girls. "What do you think, friends? Would seeing this lovely pair advertising our show at the outside entrance draw your curiosity?"
The cheering was predictably enthusiastic.