Emil looked at the photo and only saw a teenaged girl. Emily quickly realized it wasn’t Rick. The face was all wrong, as was the hair and dimensions. Emily guessed through her face that this was Marion. No matter how long she studied the picture, she didn’t see Rick anywhere. She looked up and saw Marion practically jumping for joy.
“Thank you so much kid. It’s been way too long since I’ve felt this good! I’ve been an old lady for like a day and it’s been the worst. Being young is amazing.” Marion said with a beaming smile. Emily wasn’t happy however.
“Marion, where the hell is Rick?” She asked, her patience drawing thin.
“Oh don’t worry I already found him.” Maroon said laughing. She pulled a tag out form her new red dress and showed Emily. Emily was shocked as she read “Ricki’s Closet.”
“Wait, so Rick is a dress?!” She screamed.
“Technically yes but really since reality altered he’s really a dress brand. Though he should still be aware as my dress.
Rick tried to say anything but he only heard his own thoughts as he had become nothing more than felt and a brand name. He tried to move but he couldn’t do anything, let alone feel something to move.
Emily was trying not to yell at Marion. She still knew more than Emily and the last thing Rick needed was for Emily and Marion to fight.
“Ok, so we try again yeah?” Emily asked.
“Yeah just let me take off my “dress.” I don’t want to transform again just yet. I could be anything before I’m normal and I’d rather enjoy this form while I can.” Marion said with a sly smile.
Emily was fuming but agreed. She’d rather just hurry up and try to fix Rick anyhow. While Marion changed, Emily looked around the house. There were all new pictures of the new young Marion hanging out with her old son, now father. Others even showed A younger Emily and an even younger Marion hanging out. She guessed reality had changed so that they were friends.
Marion stepped out in pajamas holding Rick in one hand. Marion actually didn’t look to bad for a former old woman. She had pretty blond hair and a cute face. She had decent tits and a nice ass. Her pink pajamas definitely helped with the cute factor.
“Here you go!” Said Marion, carelessly tossing Rick over. Emily just caught the dress. “Now if you’ll excuse me “bestie,” I’ll be in my new room trying out fun hairstyles.” Maroon walked off, leaving Emily with the camera and the dress that was Rick.
She hoped for the best as she took a picture of the dress. Unbeknownst to her, Emily’s thumb was in shot. She looked at the developed photo to see...