"Paulette! Get in here!" Someone with a slurred voice screamed.
"Oh God." Paul thought as he realized who had said it. "Mom is home early, again. Which means she's probably drunk."
He was about to use the camera to try and change back, but then wondered what his mother would say when he saw him. After all, she somehow knew to call him Paulette so maybe the world changed. He mad his way down the somewhat short hallway with the camera hidden behind him and saw his mother with one tit hanging out and an unfocused look on her face.
She would be a decently attractive woman if it wasn't for her dirty dress style. She had long curly brunette hair like Paul's now was, breath larger than Paul's new girls, and an ass that would be to die for. Her hair of course was never kept right and she always wore skimpy clothes at work. You could basically see her ragged pussy and it was way too hairy. Paul was a little uncomfortable as he realized how similar his female form looked to her.
"What are you doing here little *hic* girl?" She asked angrily. "It's Monday!" She yelled.
"Well what are you doing home drunk?" Paul asked, trying to sound confident in his frilly voice. "You're supposed to be doing your job as a professional slut, Janet!" He yelled.
His mom looked pissed as she staggered over to Paul. Her plan was to yell at "Paulette" more but she staggered too far and fell onto him. As he tried to catch her, the camera fell out of his hands. He didn't even have time to yell as he saw the camera face them both and snap a photo of them. Reality changed as the two transformed.