Mary looked at the camera. This thing had made her into a dom trans woman. She smiled thinking about how different sex was from the other side, but she didn’t want to live life with the hate a bigotry she was sure to face. She played with the dials, wondering if a different position might change her back. She flashed the camera, catching Alex in the frame.
Just like that Martin stood there, holding the camera that his daughter had been so disturbed by last night. There was something weird about it but he couldn’t place it. He looked over at the bed and saw his infant daughter Alexa. His wife had died giving birth to her and he was left to raise his three children alone. The baby began crying. He set the camera down and went over to pick her up and check her diaper. He sighed.
Back in the other room Kylie snuggles closely with Lance, still in the afterglow. Unknown to her the reality shifts had once again twisted her mind. She thought back to last night and remembered when her daughter had used the camera, changing her from a middle aged white woman into an Asian teen. Was that right? Had she been female? That felt wrong but she remembered it clearly, just as she remembered her daughter then turning herself into an infant.
Back in the other room Martin had finished changing Alexa’s diaper. Her son entered the room and picked up the camera. What happened?