Getting a good distance away from the pile, you look down, ready to start undoing changes, but are greeted with a lock screen. Damn it. You don't want to linger here and have that guy notice, or get pulled back into the orgy, so you simply run back to your car, to work on this problem from home. You do worry some what will happen to Tammy without you, but according to your double memories, you're still married, and you both wanted to come. She'll probably get a lift home somehow.
You still live in the same house you did this morning, although the decor has changed a bit, at least you're pretty sure. Things probably weren't so pink? Maybe there used to be more furnishing in general? You take a quick tour. There's the bedroom, your office, the absolutely huge walk-in closet you both shared...
There's a sinking feeling in your stomach when you realize that those should have been your kids' rooms. In this version of reality, you'd met Tammy in college... only just got married and got this house a couple years ago. Wait why do you remember having kids that are 10 and 12? You'd have to have had them as teenagers... oh. OK, you hadn't just been turned back into a woman, you'd also been made younger again... this was a lot to fix.
You take the phone to the kitchen, look around for some flour, and carefully pour some onto the screen. Tada, there's the greasy stain of a sunscreen covered finger sweeping across. Easy enough to trace that and... yes!
"This young horny woman is looking at a stolen phone."
A few changes later...
"This 35 year old man is playing with a stolen phone while waiting for his wife to come home."
You are now back to how you were this morning... but things still aren't quite right. No photos of the kids, no rooms for them. Probably because Tammy was still too young. What now though?