"OK," said Olivia just as their mother closed the door, "we're now three heads on one body and our mom is a bearded lady. Tell me you two aren't freaked out by this."
"It's quite strange I admit," said Nicky. "But right now, for the moment at least this is how we are stuck. So we might as well get dressed and learn what we can about our new life."
Surprisingly they had no trouble getting dressed; for simple everyday tasks the three heads' mind seemed to act as one. It wasn't exactly telepathy, but each one seemed to know what the other two needed done and acted accordingly.
All the shirts, blouses and dresses seemed made to accommodate their new condition; most of the first two were halter or tube tops. After dressing in a green halter top and a pair of Jordache jeans, they headed to the bathroom in the hallway.
Right outside the bathroom door was a small pile of fluffy gray feathers. The three looked and saw the feathers were in a trail leading back to their oldest brother Patrick's room. 'What the-?' all three of them wondered.
The door to the bathroom swung open and out stepped Patrick. He looked like an angel-well except for the fact that his blond hair was rumbled, he had a half-bored expression on his face, he was wearing pajama bottoms-and the enormous wings growing out of his back were brown-gray instead of white.
"Sorry Triple-Sis," Patrick muttered. He flexed his wings a little; it was obvious he could probably fly very high with them. "These things have been molting a lot lately; don't worry I'll clean up the feathers."
He headed for his bedroom and the three sisters stepped inside. "Triple Sis?" Olivia muttered.
"You got to admit, it is a pretty cool nickname," said Tiffany.
"And it does fit," added Nicky.
Olivia shrugged. "Whatever. Let's do our hair and makeup."
When they were little children Olivia Nicky, and Tiffany all dressed alike and had great fun tricking people into thinking they were one or the other triplets. As they became teenagers however, they each developed their own style of clothing, hair and makeup-well, Tiffany and Olivia wore the same hairstyle but usually one would were it loose while the other wore ponytails. Now it seemed their hair and makeup were the only ways they could express their individuality.
They had just finished their makeup and were about to brush their teeth, when they heard their youngest brother Nathan shout "Let's go Wormy!"
They opened the bathroom door. Their sister Nellie looked the same as ever-from the waist up. From the waist down she was an enormous scaly green snake, slithering down the hallway. And riding on here back, laughing and giggling, was a perfectly normal Nathan.
"Well, said Nicky, in the nonchalant way she still had, "at least some people here are still normal."