Several minutes passed as I stared at my twin muses who were deep in slumber.  My anxiety grew by the minute as I glanced at them with eager anticipation for their next transformation.  The mere minutes felt like an eternity.

From the last transformation, both Muses were still in the forms that they took from the final day of their most recent transformation cycle.  They were both influencers, with a large audience of half a billion followers.  They slept peacefully on their bed, smiling as if they were experiencing a good dream.  Considering the nature of imagination, there was really no limit to what form my Muses could assume.  They could be a different creature or could become something magical.  They could assume any object at any time that they wanted.  But by some ancient law, their physical forms were permanently confined to a specific form every 100 days.  That was the rule that I knew well as I ruminated and wondered what they were going to transform into next.

I glanced at both Muses and the trendy dresses that they wore. Their smiles and their snores reflected a radiant glow of beauty, power, influence, charm, and splendor.  Their locks of golden hair were in fashionable ponytails and were soft to the touch.  Their gentle breathing resembled a syrupy sweet song which captivated their audience of tens of millions.  Despite their sleeping, they felt the need to continuously stream anyway.  Various donation alerts pinged as the flood of comments all positively reflected on how cute the Muses looked as they slept.  In mere seconds, they were gaining thousands more subscribers.  Twinmusing was more popular than ever, and their fame on YouTube trumped even the most subscribed YouTuber of all time.

Their smiles as they slept translated to more subscribers.   Their breathing and snoring created a contagious rhythm that no one could stop watching.  I eagerly watched and curiously wondered when the next transformation was going to happen.   They were probably in the middle of a wonderful dream, since they were both twins.  The minutes felt like hours as I glanced longingly at my Twin Muses.

The minutes flew by as their followers were increasing in record numbers.  I couldn’t believe it.  100,000 new followers gained in mere seconds from just a sleep stream?  So what’s next when they’re no longer influencers?  To review, my one Muse has been a fairy, a princess, a Galifreyan, a Zorpozian, a baby, a child, a tween, and with her twin a pair of influencers.  And even with all of those transformations, that was only the beginning.  What will she be next?  What will her twin assume with her?  If they were both evil as influencers, I hope it not be something similar this time but something more helpful.  Something more beneficial.  More peaceful.  More kind.

“Please,” I earnestly pleaded.  “Be something good this time.  No influencers that can take over the world.  How about something that’s actually good.  Nothing bad.  Please.”

That is what I hoped every time that she transformed.  In most cases, it’s not something bad.  With her baby form, it wasn’t necessarily bad.  Neither was it the case when they were teenagers.  It was just very stressful and frustrating.  Hopefully, she will be something less stressful, like her Pre-Teen form…

I continued anxiously waiting, until I heard a sound from both Muses.  It wasn’t their quiet and restful breathing anymore, but a sudden gasp. A gasp interrupted their slumber.  What’s going on?  Are they transforming?

Then I saw it.  While sleeping, the twin influencer Muses began to flash.  First, it was only once.  Seconds later, they flashed twice.  A few seconds later, the twins flashed a few more times.  This was it.  My two Muses were changing their forms once again.

A series of flashes emanated from the twin Muses as they began to transform.  Their bodies flashed as they began to lose their beauty.  Freckles appeared on their faces and thick glasses covered their eyes.  Their hairstyle immediately changed to pigtails and their trendy clothes changed into something that I swore was out of The Big Bang Theory.  Matching pink plaid short sleeved tops, black skirts, knee-high black socks, and suspenders.  And as they both smiled in their sleep, I saw braces covering their teeth.

So what are they now?  To me, they both look like a couple of Amy Fowlers.  They look very nerdy and not the least bit attractive now.

Both Muses awoke on the king-sized bed and began to rub their eyes.

Muse let out a nerdy laugh and glanced around at her new features.  “The metamorphosis is complete!  We have awoken!”

Twin Muse smiled, sharing the same nerdy laugh.  “I feel like we’re in an episode of Doctor Who, only we’re both The Doctor and have both assumed a new form!”

I laughed.  “And I feel like I’m trapped in an episode of The Big Bang Theory!”

Muse nodded matter-of-factly.  “Only me and my twin sister are merely gender bent versions of Sheldon Cooper.”

“Correction!” Twin Muse shouted.  “We are both Amy Farrah Fowler, PhD, neuroscientists.  Of course I’m speaking in the figurative sense considering that we both lack the credentials of qualified neuroscientists.”

Muse smiled.  “But we’re both personifications of ideas capable of generating whatever we desire.  Couldn’t we generate the credentials and assume the roles of neuroscientists?”

Twin Muse smiled.  “Are you cordially extending the invitation of a role play pertaining to a late 2000’s sitcom?”

Muse nodded.  “Why certainly, my twin counterpart!”

I laughed.  “I don’t think you both realize how silly you sound in flaunting your jargon.”

Muse gave me a grin and furrowed her brow.  “And I don’t know whether to interpret that statement as a compliment or an insult.  Perhaps you need to assimilate yourself into the nerd culture!”

“Assimilate!” Twin Muse shouted.  “Now you’re starting to remind me of Star Trek.”

Muse smiled.  “Star Trek marathon in our bedroom?”

Twin Muse nodded, giving her twin sister a toothy grin.  “I thought you would never ask!  I will acquiesce.  Are we watching the vintage series or the Next Generation?”

“Vintage!” Muse smiled.  “The binge must begin now, with plenty of refreshing victuals rife with sodium and carbohydrates to masticate during exciting scenes!”

“Let us extract pleasure from a timely space opera from the 1960’s!”  Twin Muse said, before letting out a nerdy laugh.

Both of them laughed with the same nerdy laugh as they both left the room.

I can’t believe it.  Twin nerds for the next 100 days?  This is going to be quite entertaining.  Perhaps I should play the White and Nerdy song for them later?  Perhaps.

Needless to say, the next 100 days is going to be very nerdy and at times very awkward.