You aim the remote at Mrs Foster, pressing paste. She instantly youthened, her hair losing it's painted-on color , matching the dark blonde of her daughter. Her clothing morphed to match Elisabeth's, making them look like twins when it was done.
"Well?" The now much younger Mrs Foster asked, sounding just like her daughter.
Elisabeth, surprised at the changed tone, turned to face her.
"Mom? What happened to you!?" She clasped a hand for her mouth in shock.
"I... Mom? What are you talking about?" Mrs Foster frowned at her. "I'm your sister, Maggie, remember? Margaret?"
The look of confusion on their faces is indescribable. 'Maggie' looking from you to her new sister like she doesn't know what all the fuss is about, Elisabeth suddenly doubting everything, including her state of being.
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