No matter where the teens looked, there was not a male to be seen. Jonesy looked down at his chest and screamed.
"What the heck just happened?! Look at me: I've got boobs!"
Jen hastily took her step-"sister" by the shoulders and shook her to calm her down.
"Jonesy, get ahold of yourself. We'll figure something out."
"I have boobs, Jen! BOOBS!"
Wynonna clapped a hand over her eyes and lowered her head to the plastic Big Squeeze table.
"We've got to find a way out of this."
"Right you are, brah", Judy concurred. "I cannot achieve maximum skate-itude if I've got boobs weighing me down."
Caitlin took a long sweeping look around her, rotating her body the exact circumference of The Big Squeeze's counter.
"But is it really such a bad thing? I mean, look at all these cute girls! I mean guys. I mean...girls?"
She grabbed the sides of her head and began shaking it violently.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!"
Wynonna, still as logical now as she was when she was Wyatt, threw in her hypothesis.
"I think whatever changed us all into girls in the first place is also changing us so that we like girls, too."
Joanie pumped her first in the air triumphantly.
"Yes! That means the Joan-meister can still score the chicks! Oh yeah!"
It was at that point that Joanie's jeans slid off her thinner waist and down to her tiny ankles. Jen started laughing hysterically.
"I think we need to help you on the fashion front before you can score those chicks, Jonesy. Caitlin?"
Caitlin placed a manicured finger under her chin thoughtfully.
"Hmm...I've never had to work outfits for people who've just turned into girls before. This could be my greatest challenge yet."