John looked back at Sherlock. "Sherlock, did Moriarty change us into girls?"
Sherlock looked down his pajama top in fascination. "It would appear so, and John I must say that you are well umm amply endowed."
John crossed his arms across his chest. "Sherlock, please stop staring at my boobs."
Sherlock was about ready to come back with a retort when a voice from downstairs called out. "Sheryl, Jean, you girls are going to be late for school; hurry up you only have about an hour to get ready."