The camera flashed and Jake held his breath. A wave of dizziness rolled over for an instant, and then faded. Jane opened her eyes and looked around, brushing her curly brown locks out of the way. She glanced down and tried to see if anything was off, but nothing seemed out of place. She was still herself as far as she could tell. Her skirt and top were the same, her breasts were still the same size, everything seemed the same. She thought about everything but nothing seemed out of place, she was still an 18 year old girl named Jane.
Susan looked at the picture the camera produced and smiled. It was a beautiful shot of her daughter Jane. Jane was finally getting out of her bratty teen years but every once in a while she got pissy. Today her and Jane were arguing and Susan took the picture out of spite. Susan still loved the shot of her daughter though, as she was pretty.
Jane, meanwhile, was panicked. She didn't know why she agitated her mom with the camera in her hand. Jane knew that something must have changed, but she figured that she could only be aware if she was holding the camera. She needed to get it back, pronto.
"Uh, look mom, I'm sorry I yelled. Can we just, chill out and move on?" Jane asked, hoping to appeal to her mother.
Susan thought for a moment before sighing. As much as she wanted to move on she needed to be a good mother.
"Well I'm sorry Jane but you can't just yell at your parents whenever you want. I'll calm down, but you're still grounded. I'll lesson that too but just remember not to push my buttons okay?" Susan scolded.
Jane's instinct was to bitch back but she needed that camera back so she played along, handed her mother her phone and went to her room. As she walked away, she turned back to calmly ask her mother "Oh, can I put that camera back in my room? I need it for a project later."
"You can have this back tomorrow. See you at dinner dear." Her mother coldly said. Jane defeatedly went to her room and plopped on her bed, her boobs and pass shaking as she did. Her room was stereotypically pink with drapes around her bed, a makeup stand where Jake's desk was, and a much larger wardrobe. Jane sighed. "Okay." She thought. "As long as Mom doesn't fiddle with it I'll be fine. I don't know how I changed but I guess it was small since nothing feels off. I just have to wait."