Nothing happened. I stared at my eight-year-old self, and then grinned at the two naked copies of myself that were getting in the tub. I joined them, laughing as I splashed the bubbles around. We half-washed, half-wrestled in the soapy water until we were clean, and then dried each other off with towels. It was so natural that I didn't think about it until we were getting ready for bed. I had the bunk over top of Ollie, and I climbed up into it and flopped back. The view of the ceiling was both new and familiar. Bu then it started to blur.
I blinked, and found myself looking at the bottom of a mattress with support boards running across. The upper bunk?
One of my brothers leaned over the edge and grinned. "We can switch bodies now! You're Ollie, and I am Mikey!" I started to speak, but then I was staring at two boys in the bunk bed from a single bed next to it. The boy on the bottom laughed. "Now he's Andy!"
This all had me very confused. I remembered being an adult, but those memories were being pushed aside by a mix of thoughts - I was Andy, I was Ollie, I was... Mikey? No, I was Andy now. Should I be worried? With the mixup, even if the magic wore off, it seemed like I would still by eight and on of the previous twins would be the adult. Except that I had removed the sock and ended the magic. So we were triplets for real now.