"Chase, Charles! Open the door!" She shouted.
"Mom what the fuck is this??" One of them shouted back.
"Yeah like we're you!" The other one shouted.
"Just open the door, I'll explain!" She shouted back.
"We're only in..." One of them started.
"...underwear... and a shirt that gives away fuck all."
"Just open it you two!"
Chase swung open the door and Vanessa saw two identical copies of her in the same white panties and crop top.
"Alright mom, start explaining." The one on the left spoke up.
"Alright Cha-- Chase?" She asked.
"Nope. Charles. Jesus mom, can't you ever tell us apart?" Charles replied.
"Alright look boys I'm so sorry but I may have wished you into these bodies. I wanted my family to understand what it's like to be me but..."
"But you ended up getting your sons stuck with tits and fat asses. It's fucking gross mom, you've gotta change us back." Chase replied.
"As soon as I figure out how to I will kiddo. In the mean time just sit tight, I've gotta go find your sister."
"Find me some pants while you're at it huh? These... panties are atrocious and your my ass doesn't fit my old ones." Charles plucked at his panty-straps.