“See. Nothing.” Alex had aged twenty years. She was heavier with larger boobs and her hair pulled back in a loose bun. She was now wearing sweatpants and a Sweatshirt emblazoned with the mascot of the Oregon State Beavers. She was cute, but frumpy.
“Really, sweetie,you’re worrying me. Do I need to call your mom down?”
Kylie panicked, taking stock. She could tell she was still a she. “No... Mom?” She guessed.
Alex purses her lips and shook her head. “You always call me mum, don’t you? You’re on drugs.”
“No. No, mum.”
But it was pointless. Alex shouted into the hallway “Mary! Mary. Come here. Your daughter is on drugs.”
“I’m not on drugs, mum” Kylie protested, catching a glimpse of her hand. It was olive colored and thin. She studied it intently.
“If you’re not on drugs why are you staring at your hand, then?”
Just then, The woman who must have been Mary came into the room. She was slim, with olive skin and narrow eyes. Kylie would have guessed Vietnamese. She started to put together why her hand was darker than expected. She felt a lump form in her throat.
She looked up at the two women, concerned. “I’m not on drugs, I promise. It’s just been a long day...”
It took nearly an hour to ease her two mothers’ concerns, but finally they relented. “Go to bed, sweetie” said Alex.
Alex obliged, leaving her “moms” to deal with the camera, already making plans to figure things out in the morning.
She lay down in her head fully clothed and felt the pressure of her small breasts press against the mattress. She started to feel an odd heat and and pleasant moistness emanate from her groin, and a looseness. Forcing her eyes shut she tried to get some sleep, pondering how to get the camera back.
The next morning...