Before anyone in the family could move, the room was suddenly flooded with the harsh glare of a bright blueish-white light.
“Ack!” shrieked Megan. “I... I can't see!”
Abruptly, the light dimmed... then completely faded away.
Each member of the family blinked blearily for a moment, trying to readjust the much darker conditions of the room.
“Dad, I'm scared!” said Megan in a gruff, baritone voice. “Wha-... what's happened to my voice?!?”
Megan blinked again and looked down at herself, trying to focus in the dim light on her body.
She quickly discovered it was no longer her body.
Although she was still dressed in her own clothes (a baby doll tee, a pair of cut-offs, and sparkly pink flip flops), Megan now had the body of an adult man, probably in his late thirties or maybe even early forties. She had thick, muscular, very hairy legs... narrow hips (and a noticeable bulge in her tiny shorts)... a strong, barrel-chested torso that stretched the fabric of her baby doll tee to its limits... and an inch-long beard of thick, dark hair all along her chin.
“I'm a man!” shrieked Megan, in her new deep, masculine voice.
Quickly, the rest of the family assessed their new situations. Each of them had been physically transformed as well. They still possessed their own clothing, but their bodies were completely changed and now sported archaic, old-fashioned hairstyles more appropriate in antique, black-and-white photos.
Steve looked down at himself – still dressed in the casual attire of a 21st century, middle-aged man, but now with the body and elaborately styled hair of a 19th century woman.
Janet had physically become an eight-year old boy, practically swimming in the frumpy, oversized clothing of an adult woman.
Alan likewise had also age regressed, becoming a six-year old girl with long hair styled into carefully swirling little ringlets. He, too, looked ridiculous standing there in the massively oversized attire of a modern day teenage boy.
“What's happened to us?” shrieked Alan, who quickly blushed at the high-pitched girlish sound of his own voice.
“It's that... ghost or poltergeist or... whatever that threw that mirror at us,” sighed Steve. “It somehow changed our bodies into... into... whoever we are now.”
“I'd guess we've changed into the old owners of this place,” Janet said nervously. “Look at how out of date all your hairstyles are. Let's... let's get out of here before something else happens.”
“Nuh-huh,” said Steve flatly. “No way are we going home like this. I don't care whatever practical joke playing ghosts are haunting this dump, we're staying and getting our rightful bodies back. Do you that, you spooks? I want my old body back... right now!”