Emily had to make a split second decision. The smarter choice would have been to just change her father and then her brother, but the thought of her brother remaining a lifeless plant forever scared her too much. Her 'sister Paula' walked out the door as Emily turned the camera towards the ficus on the table. The camera flashed and changes happened once again.
The stem began to shake as the leaves melded back into the branches. The whole thing shrank as the pot began to morph away. The stem squished itself into a round, mushy ball before lengthening slightly. Limbs began to erupt along with what looked like hair as the pot began to slim and wrap itself around one part of the figure. Emily could hardly understand it, let alone see what it was, but after another few seconds she realized what Dylan was becoming.
Tiny ears sprouted from his new skull while his jaw elongated. A medium length tail erupted from his reformed behind as his leaves became paws. The pot, what had once been clothing, now solidified into a collar. The plant that was once her brother was now a small Labrador happy wagging its tail in flint of her.
"Oh, oh God." She said aloud. "Dylan? Are you okay? I'm so so sorry Dylan I-I got power hungry. I thought- I mean I guessed that I could control it... Oh God." She began to tear up.
Meanwhile, the dog sat happily on the ground. Not only could it not understand English, but the dog that was Dylan had no memories of ever being human. As Emily hugged Dylan, her apologies stirred Emily's mother Olivia from her nap. She woke up with a yawn and a stretch. As she did so, her breasts bounced slightly since she had no bra on. Her black hair was a mess and her pajama bottoms were partially down, accidentally revealing her hairy pussy. She pulled them up while she scratched her fat ass. She was on a personal holiday from work, and was enjoying every second of it.
"*Yawn*, Emily? Hon is that you?" She asked sleepily.
"Oh! Mom, I-I was just... wait.... you think this is normal right?" She sadly asked.
"No honey. Usually people don't randomly tear up as they hug their dog, but I know how much you love that mutt. I thought you were taking Dalia for a walk? And where is your sister?" She began to questioned, still tired from her long nap.
Emily was heartbroken. The influence of the camera had affected her more than she realized. The power had washed over her and turned her on so much that she didn't see how messed up this ability was. Luckily, she gathered up enough clarity to realize what she needed to do. She placed the camera down on the table and picked up her phone.
Rick parked his car and took a long, frustrated sigh. He had gotten a call a few minutes ago from a clearly distressed Emily. She had explained how she missed the camera, and how she needed him there. He was definitely pissed. After he had turned into a girl, he was hoping Emily would never touch the damned thing again, but he now realized he should've caught on when Emily refused to destroy it.
Still, he loved her, and whatever was going on he'd help her fix it. He hopped out of his car, and began to walk towards the door. He waved hi to Emily's neighbor Jaqueline Hogan as he tried to think of how he would handle Emily. She was gonna be emotional, so he couldn't act too pissed.
He opened the door, and found....