Noah felt the all to familiar shift of reality. The world as he knew it changed, replaced by another of the journal's creation. Noah looked down, hoping that Margaret had undone his change, but was disappointed to see himself still naked with only a collar. He slowly crawled out of the room he had hid in and looked down the hall. The house was still seemingly the same so she thankfully didn't change too much.
Noah crawled to the open doorway and peered inside, and what he saw almost made him stumble backwards. Standing where Mrs. McCoy had stood was a much younger girl. She looked to be about Noah's age, with bright curly red hair down to her shoulders and a beautiful face which popped from the vibrant color. Her body was stunning with massive breasts and a butt to boot. She was dressed in a fairly short skirt with a pulldown shirt.
She looked around the room confused for a minute.
"Like, what am I doing here again?" She said to herself.
Before she could do anything else Noah was startled as Stacy walked by him and into the room. She looked at Margaret and sighed.
"Come on big sis," She said oblivious to the changes, "we gotta sing happy birthday to Tina! What are you even doing up here, playing with the pet?"
"No I'm sorry Stacy." Margaret said sadly. "I was, like, just wishing mom could be here to celebrate with us."
Stacy sighed. "I know you miss her. You're only older than me by a year but I know you two were close. Still, no reason to sulk right now. What's best is to go be with your family on a fun day for your sister. We only have dad and us three, so we gotta be with each other."
Margaret managed a smile and the two teens hugged before walking downstairs. Noah could only sit on the floor stunned as he tried to digest what had just happened. "Ok," He thought, "so Margaret is now an 18 year old girl. She is now sisters to Stacy, Tina. I assume Mr. McCoy, her former husband, is now her father? And on top of that Phil and Heather no longer exist as whoever replaced Margaret as mother got herself killed before she could have them. Oh God I have to fix this, now!"
Noah crawled back into his former room, hoping that Margaret had left the journal, but found nothing. He realized that she still had it and that he'd need to swipe it from her before she made anymore changes, or worse, get rid of it. He carefully made his ways on all fours down the stairs as he heard singing in the living room.
Noah then...