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PART 1 It had been a long, grueling day for Josh. Someone once said that time flies when you're having fun. He supposed it only stood for reason that time drags when you're fucking miserable. Ted, Josh's office neighbor, had been in an especially prickish mood today. He kept creeping over to Josh's space like a snake and trying to steal looks at his computer screen, as if he was hoping to see porn there. Ted had been working at the company for six weeks now, and he had taken an instant disliking to Josh. He would take any opportunity to see Josh sacked, and in this economy, even the remotest possibility that Ted might succeed made Josh feel on edge. Josh was heading towards the subway when he suddenly remembered the fridge at home was looking awfully bare. He'd been out of milk and bread for a couple of days now. Josh was about to visit his usual grocery mart stop, HAPPY PIGGY. They had good two-for-one deals going on most of the time. But then Josh realized he was already several blocks away from the store, and he didn't feel enthusiastic about going in any direction that led back to the office. Josh decided to keep heading for the subway, and just hoped he would come across another decent market on the way to the flat. He found another store, but he couldn't be sure if it was "decent". The fat letters in crusty, flaking paint read FREDDIE'S FOOD MART. It was one of those dinky, non-chain grocery markets that were a dime a dozen in New York, but by then Josh was so tired he couldn't be picky. Josh entered the store. It was much smaller than what Josh was used to at HAPPY PIGGY, but the aisles were clearly marked and he assumed he'd find everything he wanted. He mostly did, except for a good set of bananas that weren't overripe. By the time he went to one of the three check-out counters at the front, Josh had amassed the usual nondescript collection of food and bathroom cleaning items. There was an elderly woman in front of him who stooped over like a vulture. Josh had a feeling that regular customers in this store were mostly old folk. While Josh leaned on the handles of his cart, his attention gradually meandered to the cashier, who was scanning about ten different cups of noodles for the old woman. She was in her mid-to-late twenties, wearing the usual white shirt with a blue apron tossed over it. Her skin complexion was a light, swarthy brown, with a head of raven-black hair of medium length, leading Josh to think she was either a straight-up Italian or an Italian-American. He did his best to study the cashier's face without her noticing. Josh assessed that she could be a fairly attractive person, if it wasn't for her heavy frame. This woman clearly liked to eat, or had an easy propensity towards gaining weight. She wasn't what Josh could call downright obese, but the additional pounds did a good job of concealing whatever beauty her face might contain. The old woman was packing up her groceries. It was Josh's turn. As the cashier started to swipe Josh's groceries, Josh's eyes stole a quick-and-safe glance at her chest. If there was nothing special about her face, her cleavage definitely compensated for it. Even through her dull, buttoned shirt, Josh could tell she had the sort of vast, bean cushion-sized breasts that always seemed to be a common physical trait of plump girls. Josh wouldn't have been at all surprised if this lady's boyfriend used her chest as a comfy pair of pillows to rest his head on at the end of a long, tiring day...assuming she had a boyfriend. But judging from her bored, bovine-like expression, that was a slim possibility. The woman swiped the Diet Coke six-pack across the scanner. It was the last of the items Josh had picked up in the store. "$46.20," she said mechanically. As Josh inserted his debit card into the IP machine, he wondered how the cashier might react if she knew the Caucasian man standing opposite from her was scoping her out. Would she slap him? Be flattered by the attention? Or just go about her business with the same blas? indifference? He looked at her directly one last time as she ripped the receipt from the machine, but her eyes were already elsewhere. They weren't looking at anything, really; to her, Josh was just another face in a long, blurred line of faces. By the time Josh had packed his groceries into the bags the cashier had provided to him, she had already moved on to the next customer, a feeble, balding old man with oversized glasses that made him look like an owl. She had already forgotten Josh. By the time Josh walked out of the store, he had forgotten all about her too. PART 2 Josh knocked on the door. Denise opened it from the other side. Her warm smile was a welcome sight. "So, how was your day at the office?" Josh shrugged. "The usual. Ted acting the douche and all that. How was your day at the hospital?" "Ugh! I don't want to talk about it." Denise walked back into the living room while Josh went into the kitchen to dump the groceries on the counter. "We had this one guy drop by who had swallowed a bag of screws." Josh snickered. "Say what?" "I'm not kidding!" Denise flung herself onto the couch. "You have no idea the kind of weirdos we get every day. These people do the freakiest things to themselves." Josh began putting the groceries into the fridge. "Isn't that why you wanted to be an intern in the first place? To see the freaks?" "I meant physical freaks, not boring mental freaks," she said petulantly. She quickly corrected herself. "Not that I'd call anybody a freak. I mean...oh, forget it." Josh took a happy peek in her direction from the fridge. Now this was his kind of woman. Smart, pretty, and most important of all, she didn't let her body go to waste. He wondered where he'd be right now if it wasn't for Denise; she was already paying for half the rent on the flat. Someday he'd find a way to express his gratitude besides the usual night of sex. Denise caught Josh gazing at her. "What?" Josh closed the fridge door. "Nothing." "You're always giving me these funny looks. I'm starting to wonder if you're a little unbalanced yourself." Josh knew Denise's words were supposed to be good-natured. "By the way, where did you get those groceries?" "Why do you ask?" "Those bags didn't have the 'Happy Piggy' logo on them. I know how obsessed you are about shopping at the same store all the time." He snickered. "Okay, you got me. I went to another market. FREDDIE'S FOOD MART, I think it was called." "Never heard of it. Was it any good?" Josh strolled over to the couch and sat down beside Denise. "Not really. There weren't any of those nifty two-for-one deals you get at HAPPY PIGGY. I could have purchased the same items for fifteen dollars less at any of the other big chain markets." Denise put her legs up on the couch and snuggled next to Josh. She began rubbing his shoulders. "Well, it's nice of you to support these little stores. You never know when they might go out of business." Josh felt his muscles relax under Denise's kneading fingers. "Don't even talk about it. You know I get depressed easily." "Are you still worried about losing your job?" Denise sounded annoyed. "For crying out loud, you're not in any danger, Josh. You work hard, I work hard, we go home and chill out, everybody's happy." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." Josh let out a sigh. "But you can never be sure. Somebody else could be working that extra 1%, putting in that extra mile, the boss looks around the office to see if anyone's expendable..." Denise rolled her eyes. She was used to this routine with Josh. "You're rolling your eyes, aren't you?" "No I'm not." "I know you are. You do that every time you think I'm whining." "I don't think you're whining." "Yes you are." Josh pulled away from Denise's hands and turned around to look at her. "You have this spooky ability to look right into my..." Josh stopped. Instead of Denise's face staring back at him, it was the plumpish Italian face of the cashier's. She was regarding him with the same bored apathy he'd seen from her back at the store. Only this time, something about it made goosebumps rise up on his skin. The effect on Josh was galvanic. He jumped up from the couch and glared at the woman. "What the hell are you doing here?!" He almost screamed. Josh blinked, and then she was gone. In her place was Denise, staring up at him in total shock. "Josh? What are you talking about? What did I do?" Josh massaged his forehead. The fright had vanished, but he was still feeling jumpy. "Christ. I'm sorry, Denise. I don't know what happened. I...I think I hallucinated or something." Denise stood up, her trained intern instincts kicking in. "Hallucinated? Did you bang your head today or something? Maybe somebody spiked your coffee, or..." "No, no," Josh waved his hand in the air. "Forget it, Denise. I guess I'm more tired than I thought. Let's have an early night, huh?" He was back at FREDDIE'S FOOD MART. Taking items out of the trolley and onto the check-out counter. The cashier was standing opposite from him. "46.20," she said. Josh searched for his wallet, but couldn't find it. He started to panic. There was a line behind him reaching all the way to the back of the store. "46.20," the cashier repeated patiently. "Just a second," Josh said. He was breaking out into a cold sweat. "I...I can't find my wallet." The cashier leaned forward across the counter. "Here, I'll help you." Her breasts touched his chest. Even through the fabric, he felt her nipples press against his own. The sensation made him feel strange, almost drunk. The cashier pulled back. "Sorry." Josh woke up with a start. He was in bed with Denise. She was turned away from him and fast asleep. There was the faint patter of rain from the ceiling. Josh remembered the dream, and felt slightly chilled, although there had been nothing overtly scary or unpleasant about it. In fact, when Josh felt his stiffened member pointing upwards through the bed sheets, he realized he probably had experienced something closer to a wet dream. But of all the women he could have fantasized about, including Denise, why the cashier? He hadn't found anything especially attractive about her when he was awake. Then again, the subconscious works in mysterious ways. Maybe the cashier had left a subtle impression on him he wasn't even aware of. He rested back on the pillow and looked over at Denise. It was probably a good idea not to mention this to her. Besides, by morning he might have forgotten all about this weird little episode... Then he felt an unfamiliar, alien weight on his chest. He shot up and pressed his hands through his vest. Then he leapt out of bed and raced for the bathroom, snapping on the light. Once he was facing the mirror, Josh hurriedly pulled up the shirt. At first he couldn't comprehend what he was seeing. A pair of thick, fat brown breasts had sprouted from his body, clashing sharply against the rest of his white skin. They hung down with a fleshy heaviness that almost caused Josh to bend over. His nipples were swollen, but that was an irrelevant detail compared to the vast aureolas that surrounded them. In his shock, Josh absentmindedly wondered how Denise could cope with globules this massive on her chest, and then he remembered that Denise's equipment wasn't nearly as bulky as what he was now dealing with. Josh reached towards the left boob, and then yanked it away. He felt his spine grow ice-cold when he suddenly recognized the breasts. To sprout a pair of knockers was traumatic enough, but identifying them as the knockers of another person was a whole new level of creepy. They were the cashier's, there was no doubt about it. Even though he hadn't even seen them through her shirt, the size, shape and color were undeniable. Josh did his best to keep his cool under the circumstances. Okay, he thought to himself. She's a witch. Yeah, that must be it. She was a witch who had cast some kind of spell on him. Great. Of all the damn grocery stores he could have walked into, he ambled into the one that had a fucking witch for a cashier. But why? What had he done to her? Had she seen Josh looking her over after all, and decided to mete out some sort of punishment? Why would she do something like that over something so petty? If he had slapped her ass or tried to cup one of her breasts, maybe, but... "Josh?" Denise's bleary voice called out from the bedroom. "Are you okay?" Josh quickly buttoned his shirt, although the gigantic cleavage made it hard. "Yeah," he stammered. "I'm fine. I'm fine, Denise." Denise didn't speak again. She must have instantly fallen back asleep. After a full minute standing in the bathroom, Josh made up his mind about what to do next. He'd confront her. That was the only thing he could do. Maybe if he tried to apologize, she would reverse whatever she had done. Josh tore out of his pajamas and jumped into a fresh pair of jeans and t- shirt. The breasts jutted out like mountains. Cursing under his breath, he pulled his jacket tightly around his chest. He would have to keep his arms wrapped in front of him to keep the cashier's jugs concealed from sight. He was about to leave when he heard the rain hitting the roof. Josh grabbed an umbrella, came up with a better idea, tossed the umbrella away and threw on a heavy raincoat. Now he had an extra layer he could use to hide the conspicuous lumps on his torso. He staggered out the door and closed it as quietly as possible behind him, so not to wake Denise. Then he began his trek back to FREDDIE'S FOOD MART through the pouring rain. PART 3 It was a good thing that he had decided to take an early night with Denise. He had forgotten to take his watch with him, but the store was still open. Josh walked inside, doing everything he could to keep the raincoat hugged closely to his body. His wide, feverish eyes searched the store, and he almost let out a gasp of relief when he saw the same cashier at her usual place. She was serving a tall man dressed in the uniform of a construction worker. She looked more tired than before, with red bags beneath her eyes and a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. She was obviously ready to call it a night. There were two other people behind the construction worker. Josh would have to get in line. He shuffled over to the check-out area and stood behind an elderly gentleman who kept sneezing into a piece of tissue. He had clearly just come out of the rain, and wasn't eager to go back into it. Josh tightened the raincoat around him and shivered. The way the breasts jiggled beneath his shirt whenever he walked anywhere was starting to make him feel dizzy. After an interminable time, Josh found himself once again face-to-face with the cashier. He glared at her, hoping to catch some spark of recognition or awareness in her eyes, but she looked back at him with an almost dumb kind of befuddlement. "Uh...hi. Can I help you?" She asked. Josh tried to pick his words carefully. "Do you remember me?" She began to look nervous. She wasn't used to this line of questioning from a stranger. "Um...yeah," she said, although Josh couldn't be sure if she was lying. "What's your name?" The cashier frowned. "Lyda." There was a twitchy, bird-like young man behind Josh. "What the hell is this, a make-out session?" He squawked angrily. "Some of us have places to be." Josh did his best to ignore him. "I've got to talk to you," he said to Lyda. "Just...just for five minutes. Three minutes. Please." Lyda's eyes moved over Josh, as if she were assessing him. The expression on her face couldn't have made her thoughts any more apparent: Who is this weirdo, and what does he want with me? Much to his fear, Josh began to suspect she wasn't responsible for his condition at all. Or if she was, she was somehow unaware of it. After an agonizing moment, Lyda called out to a tall, stocky woman who was reorganizing soup cans in one of the aisles. "Hey, Pauline. Could you come here a second?" Pauline walked over to the check-out counter. Josh was feeling more uncomfortable and humiliated by the second. Why did he come here, of all places? Why didn't he go straight to the hospital, like an intelligent person would have done? Was he losing his mind? "What's up, Lyda?" Pauline asked. Lyda bit her lower lip as she glanced at Josh. "Can I take a quick break? I'll be right back." Lyda's boss looked at Josh. Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Is there a problem?" "No," Lyda said, without sounding sure herself. "I just...I've got to talk to this guy. I won't be long." Lyda's voice had the direct, crass vibe of a native New Yorker. Pauline gazed around the store. "Sure," she finally said, shrugging her shoulders. "We'll be closing up soon anyway. I'll have Leo cover you." Lyda stepped out from behind the counter. "Thanks." Josh and Lyda began walking down the fruits and vegetables aisle. Lyda was studying her long, garishly polished fingernails as if she were trying to keep her eyes away from Josh. Before he could say anything, Lyda spoke first. "Let's head to the back." The two of them went to the far rear of the store, where Lyda opened the door leading into the storage room. She waited for Josh to go in first, and then closed the door behind them. When they first walked in, the room was pitch-black. Lyda snapped a switch on the wall, and the space was illuminated with a dull glow from the bulb above them. They were surrounded by the usual assortment of unopened boxes and dusty shelves. Lyda put her hands on her hips. She was clearly annoyed, but a little intrigued by Josh all the same. "So whattya want? And don't try to rape me or anything. If I screamed, everybody in the store would hear." Josh swallowed his spit. The words wouldn't come out of his mouth. He didn't even know what he wanted to say. "Look, just...cut it out." Lyda shook her head, looking confused. "What?" "Whatever you're doing to me, just cut it out. I don't care if you're some kind of witch, or...something else. Why are you doing this anyway? What did I do to you to piss you off?" Lyda stared at Josh for a moment before laughing nervously. "What's wrong with you? You sick in the head or something? I'm going back to work." Lyda's frivolous attitude angered Josh. didn't fully understand what was happening to him, but he had a faint ache of fear in his gut, as if he were running out of time. He hands reached down to his shirt and tore it wide open, exposing his torso to Lyda. "Look at these, you stupid bitch!" He shouted. "These aren't any pair of tits! These are YOUR tits!" Lyda's smile was wiped instantly from her face. She stared at Josh's chest with eyes the size of dinner plates. She took a step or two backwards, as if she were about to run out of the storage room and alert her manager about this lunatic who had hired a plastic surgeon to give him a pair of boobs that were somehow identical to her own. "No," she muttered. "Those aren't my...my..." "They are," Josh hissed. Lyda slowly pulled off her apron and unbuttoned her shirt. Once her purple-colored bra was revealed, she pulled it down, allowing her breasts to tumble forward. There could be no doubt about it. The size, the shape, even the aureola surrounding the nipples. If it wasn't for the rest of Josh's body, Lyda could have been showing off her chest to a mirror. After a long stretch of silence, Lyda was finally able to speak. "Who are you?" She said in a quivering voice. "Are you trying to...scare me? Well, you can just fucking stop it! I'm just a fucking cashier! I'm nobody!" "I..." Josh was going to say something that would prevent Lyda from becoming hysterical, but a sudden wave of dizziness overcame him. New memories were beginning to bob up into his mind, displacing his own. The kindly face of an Sicilian mother, and the stern expression of an always- angry father. Growing up in a cheap two-room studio much too small for the three of them. Father leaving with some trashy American bimbo. Momma working herself to death to make ends meet; groceries, rent, paying the medical bills for an Alzheimer-ridden grandmother back in Italy. Getting older, Momma nagging about how she's putting on too much weight. But she can't help it; she's always so hungry. After barely getting through high school, Momma demands she find a job. They have a few fights about it. After trying some of the busier supermarket chains, only to be told they weren't hiring, she finally finds employment as a cashier at FREDDIE'S FOOD MART. She uses the subway to get to the store and back. After some time, she finally has enough income to move to her own flat. It was a dirty, run-down single-room affair with the bathroom located far down the hall, used by God knows how many strangers, but she learned to live with her drab surroundings. She works at Freddie's for two years, getting used to the grey drudgery of her occupation, until one day a strange young man comes up to her while she's working at the counter, asking to talk to her. She takes him into the storage room, where he rips open his shirt, and she sees... Lyda watched with horrified awe as Josh changed in front of her eyes. She saw his short brown hair bloom into her own black mane, inches falling away from his height until he was eye-level with her, skin skewing from Caucasian pink to a swarthy Italian brown, his narrow face smoothen and plump out into the features of a moderately pretty yet undeniably pudgy woman in her mid-to-late twenties. The last thing to go were the eyes. Josh, or the woman that had been Josh, blinked her eyes several times, and Lydia actually saw the color of the pupils shift from greenish-yellow to a dark brown. But it wasn't over yet. Josh's clothes began to...melt away, sloughing off his body like a thin mist, or ice dissolving in the sun. His clothing didn't fall to the floor; it simply ceased to be. Lyda couldn't stop herself from looking at Josh's groin. She felt herself gripped with a morbid fascination as she witnessed Josh's manhood shrivel up, like footage of a blossoming flower put into reverse. As a vagina took shape, Josh's pubic hair grew thicker and browner, concealing the tiny feminine crevasse beneath a lush dark forest, until Lyda was staring at a bush she already saw every time she took a shower. Lyda was too enthralled by Josh's metamorphosis to notice what was happening to her. Lyda's own clothes were turning to mist, evaporating from her body, removing any means of identification between the original Lyda and the new one. Within a moment, she herself was in the nude, just as vulnerable and exposed as the duplicate standing in front of her. There were a few final adjustments to Josh's buttocks. They inflated slightly, turning pear-shaped before a few additional pounds were added, causing his rear end to become heftier, chunkier. The new Lyda made a loud gulping noise as her Adam's Apple receded into her throat, and then sharply exhaled as her stomach ballooned outwards into the same modestly paunchy gut that Lyda's mother constantly nagged her about. There was a strange popping sound. Lyda's eyes turned to the fingers of the other woman, where she saw the nails slowly growing and gaining a bright red polish. She recognized those instantly. Lyda returned her gaze to the other woman's face. She was just in time to see tired red bags of exhaustion appear beneath her eyes, and a thin layer of perspiration appear on her forehead, as the rigors of a long, dull, monotonous day at a cashier's job took hold. The woman grasped her belly and let out a low groan, as if there were enough fragments of her former consciousness left to experience the strange, unknowable pleasure of becoming a completely different person in mind and body. Then even those had been swallowed up, and all that was left was...Lyda. The two women stood before one another, sizing each other up. "What?" said Lyda. "What?" said the other Lyda. They had spoken simultaneously. The first Lyda nervously bit her lower lip. So did the second. "No," said the first Lyda. "You're not me. You can't be..." "...me," finished the second. "Who the fuck are you?" "You can't be me!" Lyda shouted. "You're...you're that guy!" The other Lyda immediately went on the defensive. "No I'm not! You're that guy! You are!" Lyda was horrified upon hearing this. "What do you remember?" she asked angrily, hoping that anger would hide her fear. The other Lyda took a short, shaky breath. "I remember you coming into the store and asking to talk to me. Then we came here." "And then? "And then you...you changed." The second Lyda was also trying to keep her panic under wraps. "You changed into me!" Lyda felt herself losing control. What if she was right? What if she was the unnamed man, and the woman standing in front of her was the real Lyda? If their memories were exactly the same, right up to the point of his transformation... No. She couldn't accept that. She didn't know why this nightmare was happening to her, but she wanted to wake up. Right now. And if that meant attacking this woman, killing her... Little did the first Lyda suspect that the other Lyda was having the same thoughts. They leapt at one another at the same precise second, going for each other's throats. Their breasts mashed against one another as the girls began fighting, both clawing at each other's eyes amid frightened shrieks and angry accusations of "bitch" and "cunt", with neither gaining the upper hand because they were perfect equals. There was a loud tapping from the door that caused both women to jump. "Lyda?" It was Pauline. "Are you all right in there?" The two Lydas spoke at once. "Yeah, I'm..." After a second of confusion, one of them remained silent so the other could talk. "Yeah, I'm fine, Pauline. Just...just give me a few more minutes." This time, Pauline was starting to sound irritated. "If you say so, but it just hit midnight. We're closing down." Then she was gone. The women turned their attention to each other again, all rage melted away by the terror of being discovered. "What the fuck do we do?" One of them sobbed. "We're naked! There aren't any clothes anywhere!" Lyda pressed her hands against her head, doing the best to keep tears from flowing. "I don't know," she whimpered. "We'll have to...hide somewhere." Lyda looked around the tiny storage room. "Where? Where the hell can we hide? There's only...only boxes!" "Just shut up, okay?! I'm thinking!" "You shut up!" "No, YOU shut up!" Something finally broke inside both Lydas. They rushed into each other's arms and embraced, their salty tears mingling and dripping down their sweaty brown bodies. "I'm sorry," Lyda wept. "I can't help it. I don't know what the fuck's going on." "No, I'm sorry," Lyda sobbed. "I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm going fucking crazy." After they had pulled themselves together, Lyda rushed over to the service door leading to the back alley of the food mart. She cracked it open by a few inches and glanced outside. It was still pelting with rain, even heavier than before. "There's a dumpster just around the corner," she said with determination. "It might be empty. We'll hide in there until everybody's left." "And then what?" Lyda asked. Lyda shook her head. "I don't know. We'll...we'll think of something." The Lydas stood together beside the back door. "Ready?" They asked one another. They whipped open the door and ran through the rain. They ran faster than they had ever before in their lives. Hair flying, bare feet slamming against damp ground, massive breasts bouncing, they looked like a pair of strange, plump urban nymphs, lost in an unfriendly city. Luck was with them; the only person who caught sight of them was a homeless derelict who had dumped himself in a doorway nearby, seeking shelter from the rain. When he saw two naked Italian twins dart past him, he gave his bottle a happy little wink and took another swig from it. The women reached the dumpster. Thankfully, it was empty of garbage bags as Lyda had hoped. They climbed inside and slammed the lid shut over them. There, in the damp, smelly darkness of the dumpster, the two Lydas huddled together to share each other's warmth and to cry silently. Time passed. They faintly heard Pauline calling their name, but they didn't dare so much as to breathe. They continued to wait for a while. Eventually, one Lyda lifted the lid by half an inch. "I think everybody's gone home," she whispered. "You sure?" The other Lyda murmured beside her. "Yeah. The bum's left too. I think we can go back in." The same thought gripped them at once. One of them began to say, "What if Pauline..." "...locked the door?" the other finished. They stared at one another, the same hopes and fears running through their minds. Sometimes Pauline forgot to lock the service area door, sometimes she didn't. They could only try and pray. The two Lydas took one more peek out of the dumpster to make sure no one was coming, and scrambled out. They raced back to the door and, as luck would once again have it, found that Pauline had left it open. The Lydas passed through the storage room and into the market. Everything was gloomy and dark, the lights switched off for the night. The women walked tiredly through different aisles of food, meandering about the store with no real purpose, until they finally sank onto their bottoms in the cereal and soda aisle. "Why did this happen?" one of them muttered. The other tried to think of a good answer but gave up. "I don't know." A silent minute ticked by, interrupted only by an occasional passing car outside the store. One Lyda reached out with her bare foot and gently rubbed the other's. Lyda looked up at Lyda and gave her a weak, tender smile. The second Lyda started to speak. "Can I...ah, shit." Lyda nodded her head. "Yeah. Yeah, I...I want to do it too." "This is so fuckin' weird," Lyda said. "So fuckin' weird." "It's okay," Lyda reassured her. "Let's...let's just fuckin' do it." It didn't matter which Lyda kissed which Lyda first. After a while, they were making love on the floor, the one cashier now made two. When Denise woke up the next morning and found Josh missing, she tried to call him at his workplace, and became nervous when told he hadn't come in. She immediately called the police. The search for Josh proved fruitless and futile. It was if he had vanished into thin air, to coin a classic clich?. Denise eventually found a new fiancee, another intern who worked at the same hospital, and moved on with her life, the mystery surrounding Josh's disappearance only haunting her on infrequent occasions. When Pauline discovered two identical Lydas in her store on the same morning, both of them butt-naked, she handed them over to the authorities without knowing what else to do. The women were systematically questioned over many long nights. Neither could work up the courage to tell the police that one of them had once been a man whose name they never found out, so they cooked up a story about having a previously unmentioned twin sister. After getting high on ecstasy, they found themselves in the store without any idea where their clothes had gone. The officers supervising the case could have taken blood samples to confirm the drug story, but the innocuous and cooperative behavior of the women had gradually won them offer. Besides, half a dozen reports of overnight homicides were already coming in. They finally shrugged, one of them remarking, "Fuck it. They're just a pair of crazy wop chicks. Let 'em go." The twins now reside in the same flat, and in time one of them was given a new name, Bianca, for the sake of differentiating one from the other. Lyda hesitantly asked Pauline to allow Bianca a job at FREDDIE'S FOOD MART, and as it turned out, Leo had just left for a position as a bookstore clerk. All things considered, Pauline was surprisingly accommodating, even after the whole bizarre incident was done with. Either Lyda's track record was good enough to convince Pauline to sweep this one strange transgression under the rug, or she was just short on hired help. Pauline had been the only one to come across Lyda and Bianca that fateful morning, and she was prepared to remain silent about it as long as they never brought it up again. Both women now work as cashiers at FREDDIE'S FOOD MART, sometimes together, sometimes one filling for the other on the occasional Tuesday or Thursday. To this day, they've never bothered to hunt down boyfriends; they're perfectly content with each other's company. The women knew the day would come when Momma discovered about the existence of her twin daughters. She might be living on the other side of Brooklyn, but it was only a matter of time until she made an unannounced visit. Well, if that day ever came, they'd think of something. For a pair of lowly cashiers who worked at a cheap supermarket, they definitely knew how to think on their feet.