The flash of the camera dissipated, and Paula's eyes grew wide. A slightly cheeky smile spread across her face upon seeing what had happened. First, she was no longer in the garage, but was back in the living room. In front of her stood not her brother, but a baby girl, no older than one.
"Pa-la! Pa-la!" She giggled, before falling on her tush.
"Oooooo you're so cute Emile!" She squealed. She lifted the baby up and noticed the curlier hair and pink shirt she now wore. "Oops, I guess you're an Emily now." Paula whispered.
"Pa..." Emily babbled, grabbing and tugging on Paula's hair.
"You're much better like this Emile." She smiled. "I can teach you how to be a girl and show you how a real good older sister is better than a meanie boy that you were."
Emily simply began to suck on her thumb. She was both unaware of what her sister was saying, and unaware of who she once was merely a minute ago. However, her calm demeanor quickly turned sour. Her face changed to that of confusion, and soon tears began to erupt as she screamed.
"Waaaa!" The baby screamed, which nearly caused Paula to drop her in shock.
"Woah, what's wr- *sniff* Ewwww!" She suddenly gagged. "You pooped your pants!" She chuckled. "Not so bossy now Emile."
The baby continued to cry, and Paula quickly realized she needed to do something. She placed the infant on the nearest counter top and stared at the diaper, not sure what to do. She thought about opening it but she didn't want to see anything gross! "Ew ew ewie I don't wanna do this... and I can't get Mommy she's still mad." She wondered aloud.
"I know how to get out of this!" Paula thought, grabbing the camera eagerly.