Reality began to swirl as Noah braced himself for a change. He opened one of his eyes, expecting the worse, but found he was still the same. Fortunately he wasn't a toy or a plant or something but he was still a human pet. He crawled around the corner and peeked back into the room to see if Margaret was still there, but what he found instead almost made him burst out laughing.
Standing in Margaret's place, was a Latina maid! Noah could tell by her face that it was still Margaret, but judging by her skin tone and all the little changes, she had become a different ethnicity. He skin was now a creamy caramel color, and her curly red hair had become deep black and a slightly different texture. She also appeared to be younger than before by at least half a decade. The most obvious change was her outfit, as her business ware was replaced by a stereotypical, white and black maid outfit. On it, was a little name tag that read "Maria."
She looked around confused for a moment.
"¿Qué? What was I doing again?" She said is a thick Spanish accent. She then looked down and saw the journal. "Ah, sí, I was playing with this, what is the word, joor-nul?" She placed it down on the bed. "It is the no matter, I must get back to work for Señor McCoy." She said happily as she began dusting the room.
Noah couldn't believe it. He wondered what she had written to do this but he really didn't care all that much. What mattered to Noah was that she had put the journal down! He thought that it could be his chance again so he crawled into the room. Assuming that he could still lose the journal, he decided his first course of action was to make sure "Maria" was ok with his presence, because if she wasn't and Noah took the journal, he'd be chased before he could do anything.
To Noah's relief, Maria didn't seem to care as she continued to clean. As she reached for a high shelf, Noah ended up staring as he skirt barely covered her new ass. Noah snapped himself out of it after about a minute. "Hm," He thought, "maybe I should keep her like this after I'm done?" Noah then grabbed the pencil and journal in his mouth and quickly scampered off.
He decided to try the closet this time, as hopefully the rest of the family thought he was too dumb to hide there. Unfortunately for Noah, he heard footsteps as what he guessed was Tina and her friends walking up the stairs, apparently looking for him as he heard his name called.
Noah had to act fast as he put the journal down and tried to erase the first sentence that started this all...