Kylie and Trisha walked out of the house and made a beeline for Jen's place, which was only a few blocks away. As they walked, several people gave them passing glances, and that was about it. Nobody seemed to notice anything odd about an anthro-raccoon and an anthro-vixen walking the street. The two looked at each other and grinned. About halfway, they passed a homeless man, and Trisha suddenly had an idea.
"Kylie, I'm gonna transform him. We should start making our species more common, if only for the sake of keeping them going. Watch this!" Kylie watched as Trish ran over to the man.
"Excuse me, sir," said Trisha, "transform or dare? Please say transform."
"What? Uh, transform. What's this about" the suddenly freaked-out man asked. Trisha just smiled.
"I'm going to get you out of this situation. For your transformation, you will become a smart, attractive, and successful 21 year old vixen in her third year of college, and you will be totally unaware of any changes," she finished breathlessly.
"What?!" the man cried, then doubled over. His body reshaped itself to become smaller and more feminine, his stubble became red fur that spread across his body, and two breasts began to form on his chest as a tail snaked its way out. Soon enough, the poor man was indeed replaced by a rather lovely vixen in a tank top and shorts, with short red hair. The vixen did a double-take as Trisha helped her up.
"Oh, thank you. My name's Amber; what just happened?" the fox asked.
"You just slipped and fell, I think you're fine. I'm Trisha, by the way. I'd love to stay and talk, but I've actually gotta hurry." The new vixen smiled and nodded, then walked off happily, totally unaware that the stranger had given her the life she thought she'd always had. Trisha beamed at the success of her transform.
"Come on," Kylie said, "I know changing people is fun, but we've got to get you a family." She took Trisha by the arm and hauled her off towards Jen's place.
Soon enough, they arrived. Jen opened the door and nearly screamed - the transformations hadn't altered her mind.
"What ARE you?!" she cried. Kylie and Trisha rolled their eyes in unison.
"Jen, you're an idiot. It's me, the raccoon formerly known as Kyle. Call me Kylie now. Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot, and I'm sorry about that, but -"
"I don't CARE if you're sorry, I'm NOT changing you back!" Jen yelled in a huff. Kylie rolled her eyes again, smirking as well.
"Jen, you couldn't change us back if you wanted to, nor do I particularly want to change back. So I'm a girl. I'm cool with that, I've already got a boyfriend of my species anyway, and I can use Transform or Dare at will without losing the power. Now look, here's the situation."
After a few minutes of explanation, Jen sat dumbfounded. Aside from the guy she'd turned into a raccoon girl, there was an anthropomorphic vixen who used to be Tim, and was one of two copies that were no longer copies. And now that vixen wanted Jen to become her sister.
Jen sighed. "So let me get this straight. You want me to become your identical twin sister out of the goodness of my heart." Trisha shrugged.
"More or less. We could change you right now, but I didn't feel like it'd be right, even after what you did to Kylie. It's a good thing it turned out as well as it did. And when I say identical, I mean identical. Same likes and dislikes, same personality, literally the only difference would be that you aren't interested in Mark, whereas I am. That would guarantee we get along, since we'd basically be the same person. Plus, even you have to admit that you could use a personality overhaul. What have you got to lose?" Jen turned it over in her head. The fox had a point. If Jen went along with it, she'd have the same bubbly, happy, yet somehow intelligent personality as Trisha, and she'd be pretty cute into the bargain. Plus Kylie likely didn't share Trisha's altruistic sentiments to the same degree.
"Fine. Just get it over with," Jen stated. Trisha beamed again.
"Transform or dare?"
"Both."
"Okay! For your transform, you will become an exact copy of me in every physical way imaginable, right down to our DNA and the number of fur strands. It would be literally impossible to tell us apart if we were naked. For your dare, your personality and mental abilities will become identical to mine in every way, except that you do not, and never will, be interested in Mark. However, our memories will remain our own."
Jen braced herself for the change. It came pretty easily, probably as a side-effect of Trisha's friendly intent. Soon enough, Jen was a carbon copy of Trisha's body. The mental changes were the weirdest. Jen could feel her cynical, bitter, and vindictive nature simply vanished, as she suddenly felt happy and caring. The weird feeling stopped soon enough, and Jen looked at herself, then at Trisha. Then she squealed.
"Oh my goodness! This is so cool! You have no idea how scared I was at first. I mean, wow, I was a jerk earlier. Thanks for fixing that little problem!" Jen and Trisha immediately hugged each other as Kylie smirked in the background. As they gazed at Jen's room, they saw that change, too. The decorations on the walls went from plain to vibrant, as the bed turned into two. Other parts of the room, including the wardrobe, rearranged themselves as well. Jen turned to Trisha and grinned.
"Welcome home, sis!"