Kylie woke slowly the next morning. The first thing she noticed was the weird pressure against her chest. She moved into a seated position with a start, the event of the last night coming back to her. This cannot be real, she thought.
She noticed a full length mirror in the corner. She moved over to it and studied herself. She was short and frail, with a yellow brown tint to her skin and long straight black hair. Her boobs were smallish, but noticeable. She was still wearing the clothing she had fallen asleep in, but it was uncomfortable. She slowly stripped down to her bra and panties. Studying her slim figure.
Curious, she pulled off her panties. An unkempt Bush of back hair framed a vagina, the labia dark brown and tightly pressed against each other. She removed her bra and stared at her large nipples. She was definitely an Asian girl. How? Why?
Kylie shook her head and dug around in her dresser until she found some shorts and a T-shirt. At least she felt more comfortable now,’even if the shorts hugged the curves of her hips and ass more tightly than she would have liked.
Bracing herself, she exited her room and descended the stairs to greet her “mom’s” and her little brother. They were assembled in the living room, Alex reading a book and sipping coffee. Mary watching the news. Little Dylan (also now Asian) playing on the floor. Their two dogs, Rut and Scoop, were lounging in the sun coming through the window. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the camera was still sitting on the counter.
She decided to be careful. No telling what that thing might do. She’d rather have time to study it more carefully before using it again.
The morning crawled past. Whenever she found enough distraction to forget her predicament she would get a harsh reminder, be it Dylan calling out for Kylie, or one of her “mom’s” patting her on the leg, or sometimes just the odd way that the fabric of her shorts hugged her groin and made her remember her lack of penis.
Eventually, Mary left to take Ethan for a play date and Alex went upstairs to take a nap. Carefully, she began to examine the camera. In addition to the switch for “awareness” there was a dial. Sadly, if there had been text explaining the settings the dial controlled, it had long since faded away. She needed to test it before using it on herself.
She snapped a photo of the refidgerator. Nothing. She snapped a photo of Scoop. In a moment, the dog was gone, replaced by a plush toy. She snapped another, and in the toys place was a vibrating dildo. “God, I must be really lucky to even still be human,” she thought. Might be better to just stay female than risk that...
She photographed the dildo and was happy to see Scoop return, albeit as a cat. She flipped the dial and trained the camera on the other dog. In a moment, Rut went from black to white.
Kylie was startled by a knock at the front door. Who could that be? Maybe a lab rat to test the cameras functions on. She went to answer, it was...