Amy saw that Lina had changed, too, with bigger breasts, thick makeup, skimpier clothes, and -- good grief, how was she managing to run in those stripper shoes?
"What's the matter?" asked Lina.
"What do you mean, what's the matter?!" exclaimed Amy. "Look at us!"
Lina scratched her head with a long fingernail, reaching through the wavy platinum blonde hair that extended past her waist. "You look fine to me," she observed.
"No, look." Amy grabbed the silver frame and tried to explain. "This was a mirror. I wished I had bigger breasts, and then I watched my reflection slowly change into -- into this. And then I touched the surface and got stuck, and then I went through, and --"
"Wait a minute," Lina interrupted. "You wished for bigger breasts?"
Amy suddenly realized what she had said. "I went through the looking glass! That's it. Okay, so I'm in a world where we're both sluts."
"What's a 'sluts'?" asked Lina.
"Never mind," said Amy. "I wonder if that guy by the entrance can help me." She set off toward the front of the store, a confused Lina following.
The older man was still snoozing on the desk, so Amy yelled, "Excuse me!" He stopped in the middle of a snore, smacked his lips, raised his head, blinked, and looked around. "Oh, my goodness," he said, feeling around on the desk for something, and then finding what he was looking for -- his glasses -- on the top of his head. He moved them down into position and then looked over the top at Amy and Lina.
"Um, hi," said Amy. "You had a stand-up mirror with a silver frame back there, uh, somewhere." She pointed in its general direction.
"Well, it's more of a window into parallel universes," said the man. "You stand in front of it and make a wish to see yourself in a certain universe --"
"Yeah, I did that," said Amy. "Actually, all I did was wish I had bigger breasts."
The old man looked askance at the enormous chest she was currently presenting. Then it was as if a light bulb had gone on over his head. "And you ended up going through! Oh, my goodness. I probably should have labeled that item better."
Amy continued, "Okay, and the glass, or whatever it is, disappeared after I went through."
"Yep, I'm afraid it can take upwards of 60 days to regenerate," said the man.
"60 days?!" exclaimed Amy. "So I'm stuck like this for at least two months?"
"Look on the bright side," said the man, as he reached under the desk and pulled out a Mac laptop, surprising both Amy and Lina because they didn't think anything that new existed in this store. "How many people get a chance to visit a parallel universe?" He started typing, and explained, "This is quite an advance over the old spell books. I'm looking up any major differences between your home world and this one."
"Besides the fact that my friend and I look like this?" retorted Amy.
"I'm not even sure what's going on," said Lina.
"It's not so much the fact that you look like that," said the old man, "as it is why you look like that. Ah, here we are..."