“Okay, um...” Ty gulped. He saw all eight animals staring at him hoping for a solution to this bizarre problem that he had made with an errant thought. He couldn’t live with himself if he destroyed any of them. He loved each and every single perverted giraffey step mom.
“W-Which one of you is... June?”
All the giraffes answered, “I am!” in unison before exchanging annoyed glances at each other.
“Ty, it’s me!” June hopped on her hooves, begging for attention. “I’m the original!”
The others murmured in agreement and nodded.
“Okay!” Ty said, relieved. “That’s a start!”
Slowly, Ty had them line up as he sorted out who was who. Who was the original copy? The third? The fifth? The last? Slowly but surely he had all the ladies arranged into a neat line in the living room, chattering gently to their neighbours as Ty stood in front of them and tried to determine what he was going to do.
“Okay!” Ty cracked his knuckles finally as he scrolled through June’s phone on Gloogle, driving the assembly to stillness and attention. “Let’s start with this. Two, I want you to become a Luangwa giraffe.”
Two gasped suddenly, arching her back and pulling her back legs together, as transformation overtook her. She got a little thinner, her pattern began to change, with her spots becoming dark brownish/red and angular in shape while her coat turned deep straw yellow. Transformation finished, she looked over herself amidst the “ooohs” and appreciation of her sisters.
“Oh, wow!” Two grinned ear to ear on her snout.
“Three, you’re a Masai now!”
Three mmmmed and shuddered as she changed next, staying big and tall while her patterning and curves changed.
“Four, you’re a Kordofan!”
Four grinned happily as her coat lightened and her spots changed. She became lighter in build like Two and just a little bit shorter than her sisters.
“Five, you’re a Nubian!”
Five eagerly embraced her turn, growing lighter and thinner but retaining her reticulated pattern.
“Six, you’re a West African!”
Six shuddered and moaned out loud, licking her lips as somehow, weirdly, she became cuter and sleeker than her sisters, lighter in colour, and oddly more attractive... for a giraffe.
“Seven, you can stay just the same!” Ty grinned.
“Awww,” Seven hung her head. “I wanted to change.”
“Eight, you’re an Angolan!”
Eight spread her legs apart and let out a giggle as she too grew slimmer, her mane sharpened in profile, her patches changed to orange, and her body tightened.
“There!” Ty turned back to original June. “And June, my original, you’re a South African giraffe.”
“Yes, yes!” June grinned, grimacing as she bulged out, grew heavier, curvier, and became a nice muscularly lean South African giraffe.
All eight of them stared at each other with delight, comparing each other’s distinctive patterns and colours and complimenting their new looks.
“You know,” Six giggled. “That didn’t really fix anything but how we tell ourselves apart.”
“Aw, fuck,” Ty conceded. “You’re right!”