A little while later, Sharon and Tonya-as-Jim returned. They were surprised to find Rick there - but not too much, since it seemed every time something strange happened in Jim's life, Rick wasn't far behind.
"We talked it over," Sharon said, looking a bit abashed, "And I - I'm sorry, Jim. I just put two and two together and got 'giraffe', I guess. I'm really sorry."
"It's fine," Jim-as-Tonya said, embracing her affectionately (and noting how odd that felt in Tonya's body). "Let's just get this straightened out."
With some trepidation, Jim and Tonya re-entered the booths, and Sharon got ready to work the controls. She pressed the button...
...Just as Rick fumbled the can of beer he was holding and dropped it on the console.
No one had time to say or do anything as the controls erupted in a flashing electronic display that engulfed the entire room.
Moments later, the smoking aftermath cleared. All the machinery in the room was lying in shambles, and there, amid the wreckage, stood four forms. Four tall, tanned, blonde, busty forms.
All of them had become Tonya.
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