"Okay, superheroes was a bad idea," Drake thought. "I want everyone to be in their normal roles."
The screaming stopped.
Drake dared to open his eyes. He saw, sitting on the couch facing the television, someone who looked like Raven but would now only be thought of as a beautiful 20- year-old Goth. Her clothes had become a little more stereotypical; she was wearing a short ruffled black skirt and a black corset-style top to go with her knee-high platform boots. Her dark makeup was a bit more traditional for a Goth as well.
She saw Drake staring at her. "What are you looking at?"
"Denise?" he asked, not 100% sure this was his sister.
"Yeah? What?"
"Uh, nothing." It was then that Drake realized he was still in the overly muscled body he'd just gotten as part of his transformation into Thor, although he was now clad in a black tank-top shirt and blue jeans. He could feel the hair tickling the back of his neck as well.
The swinging door to the kitchen opened. "Come and get it, you two," said the woman who appeared -- a black-haired Amazon in a halter top, short denim skirt, and high-heeled sandals. Obviously, just as Denise still looked very much like Raven, Drake's mother still looked very much like Wonder Woman, and apparently didn't mind showing off that fact.
It was the most elaborate breakfast Drake had ever seen his mother cook, with plates of French toast, bacon, sausage, eggs, fruit, and glasses of milk and orange juice. Too hungry to worry about anything else, he sat down and started digging in.
It wasn't until he was on his fifth slice of French toast that he realized something was wrong. "Where are Leo and Mike?" he asked.
Denise swallowed a bite of eggs as she pointed with a black-colored fingernail. "Over there."
He followed the point to the microwave oven, on its stand against the far wall of the kitchen. On top sat a large glass bowl. Inside the bowl sat two small turtles.
Drake felt he was starting to figure things out. Denise had become herself if she looked like Raven. His mother had become herself if she looked like Wonder Woman. He'd become himself if he looked like Thor. And that meant his little brothers had become themselves if they looked like real-life turtles. He couldn't help grinning a bit.