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Response: **A Clone of a Time** "Well, this is... new," sighed my dad—or rather the busty brunette version of my dad. He gently poked at one of the mounds on his chest. "I'm not sure if I should feel insulted or flattered." "Definitely flattered," I replied, barely keeping a straight face. "Grab a nametag. You're gonna need it." Mom—or should I say, hot brunette number four—snatched a nametag from me energetically. "You're right, dear. It's quite confusing with all of us looking like your girlfriend. But hey, at least I look twenty-five again!" "Mom, please. Let’s just focus on avoiding a complete identity crisis," I said, handing the rest of the tags to my family. As expected, my brothers took it as an opportunity for a joke-off. David, my middle brother, was already slapping a nametag onto his newly acquired left boob. "Check it out, guys! ‘Double Trouble!’" he laughed heartily. My younger brother, Alex, fluffed his newly brunette, annoyingly silky hair and scribbled ‘Hotter than You’ on his tag. "Hey, I always wanted to see what the fuss was about nails. These are ridiculous! How do you even text with them?" he asked, holding his painted fingers like they were alien appendages. "Skill," my girlfriend said, finally coming around the corner, looking both amused and horrified. "You get used to it." Dad grinned and crafted his own nametag: ‘Daddy Double D.’ “You know, I’ve always thought of myself as a man of modest means, but now look at these,” he said, cupping his new assets. Mom beamed at them. “I feel rejuvenated. I should’ve done this clone thing years ago!” She pinned her nametag delicately, ‘Forever Young.’ David’s face lit up. "You know what we need? A family photo. Got to document this moment of grandeur." "Oh, c'mon!" I groaned, face-palming myself. "Do we really need to—" "Oh yes, we do!" Mom interrupted, her eyes sparkling like the young woman she now resembled. "Gather around, everyone!" We squished together in front of the camera: five busty brunettes and me, the lone original. The photo-op felt almost like a bizarre dream. Dad was winking, David was puffing out his chest and cupping his boobs for extra flair, Alex was throwing a peace sign, while Mom pulled off a duck face I never knew she had in her. "Say 'boobies on three,'" David demanded. "Boobies on three," everyone chanted, erupting into laughter. Snap. As I flipped through the photos, I couldn’t help but laugh. Despite the weirdness of it all, it had brought us closer together in the most unusual way. Sitting down with a sigh, I looked over at my girlfriend. "So, what do you think of my family now?" She chuckled, "Well, they're certainly the sexiest family in town." "And the bustiest," I added. David, who had wandered over to inspect his hair in the reflection of my computer screen, muttered, "I dunno about sexy, but these dress shoes are killing me. How do you even walk in these?" Mom, clearly enjoying herself, chimed in, "You get used to it, darling. You learn to balance. And wait till you try heels." "Whoa there, let's not get carried away," Dad said, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. "One step at a time." Just then, a loud crash echoed from the kitchen. "Hey, who was that?" I yelled. Alex’s voice called back, “I knocked over some pots. These curves make maneuvering a challenge!” “Watch your step, ‘Hotter than You!’” David teased. My girlfriend whispered in my ear, “Looks like your invention needs a bit of tweaking.” “Understatement of the century,” I muttered under my breath. We all settled into the living room, my not-so-normal family now scattered about, each adjusting to their new forms. As weird as things had become, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unity. After all, what's a bit of genetic mishap between family, right? "So, who’s up for some clones and chill?" David asked, waggling his eyebrows. The entire room burst into laughter. And for once, being the normal one in my family felt like the weirdest thing of all.