"Get it off me" you screamed as the bra finally disappeared, only to have rematerialized around your chest. You had mixed feelings; shame and embarrassment that you was wearing a training bra, fear that someone would discover that awkward fact despite that externally nobody could see, and horror since it really made what mom said sink in. Your feelings of embarrassment won out; without waiting for mom's response, you fled towards your room.
I've got to get this thing off. Thank god that Harry and Megan have left you thought, panicked, as you rushed down the hall and into your room. After quickly locking your door, you turned and groaned. All three sisters were waiting for you on your bed. Instantly, you felt your checks blushing, praying that none of them would notice the slight changes to your body or the extra item of clothing that you wore, even though your hair was nearly entirely blond and a couple of inches past your ears.
"John. Are you okay?" Mel asked, her voice sounding slightly anxious.
"If he was calmer about this, he would say 'what do you think, you stupid airhead'. Of course he isn't okay. We can see that the changes have occurred and from the way he fled into this room, and from the look in his eyes, he knows what is happening to him" Hayley answered for you.
"Hey! Don't you start calling me and airhead!" Mel pouted, causing Hannah to giggle slightly. She knew what you'd call your twin when she's at her ditzier best.
"Girls, just leave me alone. I need to think" you protested.
"What you need is our help" Hannah said, as the older sisters slowly nodded .
"I don't need your help" you protested, before adding. "Unless you can stop this."
"We can't. I can't even slow it down. Take a seat" Hayley said, causing the blood to drain from your face.
"I don't want to see your magic. you'd probably give me a magic makeover" you said. as you raised your hands defensively. Hayley gave a slight smile and to your horror, your nails began to grow out.
"What is happening now?" you moaned at the sight of your now long nails
"That was me, John. Let me show you how shape them, then I'll paint them" Hayley said, apparently taking the lead. Now more angry than fearful, you tried to run, but found you couldn't. All you could do was watch them reshape your nails, then paint them a bright pink
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