The minute they entered the daycare, Rick and Emily scanned the entrance hall looking for anything suspicious. The place was abuzz with activity. A plainclothes security guard was stationed by the door, talking with a teacher. Two other teachers were marching a disorganized line of toddlers down the hall. Still, it didn't take much time for Emily to point straight ahead, past the bustling bodies, and single out the one figure that wasn't moving.
A young child with black hair and dark skin like Emily's stood at the opposite end of the hallway. Obscuring their face was the camera, which they were pointing straight down the hallway, ready to take a photo of the entire scene. Their grasp on the device was tenuous, and a couple of fingers were in the way of the lens.
"There! Hey, someone take that camera away from my dad!" Emily shouted.
"She means that kid!" Rick corrected as he mimicked Emily's pointing.
Before anyone could even react to the pair's strange orders, a glint from the camera signaled another change was incoming.
"Oh, great," Rick said, dropping his arm and turning to Emily to see what had happened. His vision blurred, and then darkened, as he felt his hair cover part of his face. He thought the scrunchy holding his ponytail had snapped, but he realized it was part of this new change, since the hair falling over his left eye was straighter and darker than what he was "supposed" to have.
He brushed the strands out of his face to see how Emily was faring. He saw her staring back at him, holding the hair out of her own eyes. She'd returned to something resembling her true self, except she was still high-school age and her dark brown hair was a lot longer than it should have been. The mostly straight locks fell full and thick over nearly the entire height of her body, transitioning to soft waves past her waist and ending at her ankles. Underneath the cloak of hair was a tidy school uniform, complete with a vest and plaid skirt. Looking back up at her face, Rick noticed that his eye line now matched Emily's.
Rick looked down at himself and saw the same gorgeous chocolate brown tresses plunging over his chest and down to the floor. His breasts had shrunk, mercifully, but were still clearly there, meaning he had yet to gain his manhood back. He wore the same uniform as Emily.
Meanwhile, Emily gawked at Rick, weirded out not only by the new look for them both, but also that her boyfriend was also now sporting a face exactly like hers, albeit a few years younger, which in this case meant they must now be identical twins. She quickly pulled herself together and, not about to stand there waiting for him to adjust to their new reality, she started to break into a run to get the camera away from Paul.