Mark knew exactly when his mind snapped back, allowing him some control and realisation of what was happening. Listening as his father came in downstairs, calling for Mark, she looked down at the underwear Jenifer allowed her to wear, and then panicking, she watched as her sister walked toward the door and called out, "She's up here."
Dashing across her sister's room, Mark thought about hiding in the closet, and then at the last moment, jumped onto Jenifer's bed and forced herself down between the wall and the bed.
Pulling the covers over her to cover herself completely, Mark listened as Jenifer told their father, "She's up here," and when their father came up, Jenifer explained, "We're going to play dress-up and Mark is going to be pretty like me."
Immediately you hear father asking, "Where is your brother?" to which Jenifer explained, "She's in my closet right now, trying on one of my costumes."
A thunderous explosion, followed by a lot of curse words and suddenly Mark can hear their father storming into the room and toward the closet. Moments later, their father leaves, telling Jenifer as he did so, "You know what you mother and I say about lying," to which Mark can hear Jenifer shuffling about.
Boots can be heard on the stairs and moments later, Jenifer reenters her room and looking in the closet, she called out, "Mark? Are you there? Do you still want to be called Maralyn and play dress-up with me? You can have Angelina."
Shifting the covers about, Mark forced herself out of her hiding spot and sitting up, explained, "I do want to play with you, but I think it is better if both mother and father don't know about this."
Jenifer stuck out her lower lip, as if about to start pouting and then asked, "Why?"
Hastily concocting an answer, Mark explained that they wouldn't understand and the looking about, stood up and walking toward the closet, she asked, "Which one of your costumes can I wear?" as her mind took a slight slip backward.
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It was hours later and Mark was lying awake, staring at the ceiling in Jenifer's room. Dressed in a pair of footed pyjamas, Mark realised that dressed in her sister's clothes, she looked exactly like Jenifer. "The only difference is that I am about two inches taller," she thought as she moved about, trying to get comfortable.
Earlier on, dressed in Jenifer's ballerina costume, Mark had snuck downstairs to try and retrieve the vials, only to run into mother, who promptly told her, "Dinner will be ready soon Jenifer. If you see you brother, tell him he's grounded."
Watching their mother leave, Mark wondered about this and then realised that she did look like Jenifer. Confused about this, Mark wandered into the living room, but instead found her father watching something on the television. Scared suddenly, not wanting to disturb him, Mark glanced at the couch, noted that the vials she had dumped there earlier were gone, and then hastily ran back upstairs - passing on the message to Jenifer about dinner.
"And it just isn't the appearance," Mark thought as she pondered on how all of Jenifer's clothes fit her, which bothered to end, the fact that she apparently had all of Jenifer's memories and that she had all of her sister's likes and dislikes.
Rolling over, snuggling closer to the doll she had next to her without giving it a second thought, Mark wondered where the vials had disappeared to.
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"Mark," a voiced squeaked out, and Mark mumbled something and then rolled over. "Mark, wake-up," the voice squeaked out again, this time placing what felt like a hand on her shoulder and giving her a gentle push.
"I don't want to of have to," she mumbled and moved away from the voice and the hand.
"Come on. This is serious and I need your help," the voice squeaked out, more insistent this time. And then the hand was back, pushing on her shoulder, trying to wake her.
Bleary eyed, Mark rolled over and something moved, as the voiced squeaked out, "Watch it."
Sitting up, Mark peered around the room and suddenly scared, she hugged the plush Angelina closer to her as she called out, "Who's there?"
"It's me, Jenifer," the voice squeaked out. "At least I think I am Jenifer. I'm not sure. It's so hard to think straight sometimes."
Confused, Mark leapt out of bed and padding silently across the room, she flipped on the light and looked around the room, wondering where her sister was. And then, a movement by her bed, and a Chipmunk, walking on its hind legs, crawled out from beneath the covers Mark had tossed aside.
Blinking, the Chipmunk looked straight faced at Mark and then said, "I think I'm in trouble and don't know what to do."
Unsure, looking at the Chipmunk, realising that it was clearly female by the sound of its voice and the way it looked in general appearance, Mark asked, "How did this happen," as it slowly dawned on her that Jenifer now sounded and looked like Brittany from the Chippettes, minus the clothes she was normally wearing.