Emily rushed into the school. She was very nervous. Clearly the camera's ability to rewrite reality was incredible. She hadn't even been in the picture that had made the construction site a high school, and yet it had de-aged her into a student to fit her into the new world it created.
"I have to get that thing back!" she thought as she quickly moved through the halls, looking for her father. Finally, she spotted her, standing near a pair of soft drink machines.
"HEY! Paula!" she shouted, hoping to get her father's attention. It worked. Paula turned and squealed excitedly.
"Emily, look what I found!" Paula exclaimed, holding up the camera. She quickly snapped a picture.
Emily was blinded by the flash. Her brain felt fuzzy as she tried her best to hold on to who she was. But to no avail. She looked back to Paula who now had a giant frown on her face.
"Oh my god," exclaimed Paula. "The camera changed you?"
"Yeah. It does that," Emily responded angrily. "And depending on the settings only certain people remember. We need to talk." Emily grabbed Paula by her collar and started dragging her down the hall towards the bathrooms. As they walked the bell rang. "Good," muttered Emily, "hopefully we'll have some privacy."
The bathroom was empty except for the two girls. Emily stared at herself in the mirror, trying to figure out how she'd changed. She still looked about 17, so that was good. Her curvy body and large tits were accentuated by her punk girl style, so that hadn't changed. She was still asian and her jet black hair was still tied into neat pigtails. Everything felt right. That scared her. She turned to her sister.
"I thought you said it changed me?" she said, looking at Paula angrily.
Paula's mouth dropped. "I did," she protested. "You were a blonde white girl..."
But the shifts to reality weren't limited to Paula and Emily...