Maybe the gods themselves sought balance. Maybe the many lewd and sexually wild realities that had been spawned from this road trip required a balancing force. Maybe this was the cosmic equivalent of Newton's third law of motion: 'For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.' Or maybe innocence and purity were unconsciously desired by the mortal soul as much as mortal flesh cried out for carnal desires to be satisfied.
No matter the case, a transformation that not much like the changes that had occurred in other branches of this timeline began to settle on the Eversons. Where other branches spiraled into a coil of filth and sexual hedonism... This branch was shocking for any third party observers as reality itself sought to balance out existence.
So none of the family noticed as they began to shrink down. Henry didn't notice as they chair, driver's wheel, and pedals all adjusted to accommodate him. Their chair itself began to shrink down, and the majority of their luggage vanished. The car itself becoming more like a glorified fisher-price toy, it's internal combustion engine ceasing to exist, but still going as Henry let out 'vroom vroom' noises to 'charge it up' and let it speed along route 66.
Henry still felt proud of the big sale he'd made with his company that had enabled him to finally take this trip with his family.
Debra was enjoying the view the best she could, and wished her children would show more interest in it.
Linda was more interested in her cell phone. And Rick and Sam were more interested in finding new ways to annoy Debra!
The changes were far from done. The shrinking wasn't the only changes happening to their bodies. Colorful faux fur covered their bodies, their hands and feet became soft stubs, but Linda found she could handle her smart phone as easily as before. And Linda was able to pick up a pencil and take a quick sketch of the landscape outside like the pencil was metal and she tiny magnets inside her hands.
They stopped breathing, having no need for it as their insides turned to fluff, their eyes stopped blinking as they became glass beads. They didn't know where their seat of consciousness was, but they didn't really think about things like that.
Henry's hands and feet became shinny plastic hooves, as his body was covered in golden fur except for a white muzzle, and a silver mane and tail made of ropy 'hair'.
Debra had a creamy chest and lower face and cute little white paws, with the rest being golden like her husband. A short curly tail formed, along with short pointy ears. She made a cute corgi plushie.
Linda body became blue with darker blue strips, and a felt crest along her head and back, her hair like her mother's long gone, or rather, had never existed. A long thick tail grew out of her body, squished along her back and the seat, but she didn't notice, and it didn't hurt. Her face pushed into a melon like shape, her eyes on top of her head and her ears vanishing. The plush lizard making far more happy rather than sullen remarks on her phone.
No one would mistake Rick and Sam for each other again.
Sam's body became a pale blue, pushing becoming thinner and thinner as his ears also vanished and his eyes moved to the top of his head. His legs vanished completely, and his arms were soon to follow, but again he didn't really notice, he'd never needed them before, and why would he now? His felt forked tongue slipped in and out of his mouth.
And Rick became golden faux furred, with a black stripped fluff tail, his face formed into a muzzle with an iconic black mask. His ears becoming points of top of his head and a cute plastic nose the end of his muzzle. The golden raccoon plushie thinking maybe he and his brother had been over doing it on the pranks with Debra and should find nicer ways to play.
A tiny plastic 'True Friends!' over a smilie face logo formed on each on each of their rears, followed by a tag that gave their personality information and informing all they were 'washing machine safe' tag as proof they could use one (it wasn't like they had bones that could break).
Then... bright, big butterfly wings formed out of each of their backs, spiral patterns of blue and pink together, each one unique, and fully functional. They could have flown over route 66, but driving had a novelty to it!
Their clothing had all long since vanished, but it didn't matter anymore. No sexual traits remained. Either culturally or physically. To call them 'it', wasn't dehumanizing, but a simple scientific fact. And this reality seeped seamlessly in their minds as they stopped thinking of themselves as 'herself' or 'himself' but rather 'itself.' Sex itself and sexual desires had gone the way of the dodo, only being that thing that silly animals did. The plushies had more powerful ways of expressing their feelings of love for each other (who didn't like hugs?).
The five plushies, Horsey, Lizzy, Doggie, Raccoony, and Snakey all sang together. All five knowing the lyrics already though they hadn't practiced the song before, all expressing together how fun it was to travel with true true friends and seeing new sights.