"Well... if you don't mind I'm gonna stop for a second." Paul blushed, looking at his feet.
"Really dad?" Emily asked, trying not to snicker.
"Look, it's not that I wanna stay as a girl or anything... but this is at least better than being a child ok?" He responded, slightly annoyed.
"Alright, alright." olivia chuckled. She walked over and placed her big manly hands on Paul's shoulders. She wasn't used to being the man of the house, let alone the father to her husband as reality changed, but she somehow knew exactly how to calm her down. "You're right honey, that' a great call. I wouldn't wanna push my luck either." She replied softly.
Paula as a little embarrassed, being talked at like he was some unruly teen, but he still felt nice after Olivia's comment.
"Ahem, thanks Olivia." He sighed.
Paul walked over to the closest chair and sat down with his legs scrunched up against his new breasts.
"Well, is anyone else gonna go already?!" He asked, clearly frustrated.
"I'll go!" Rick chimed in. "Your dad might be ok with taking a pit stop as a woman, but I'm frankly sick of it!" HE announced while grabbing his breasts for emphasis. "Uh, no offense intended ladies" He chuckled nervously.
Olivia just gave him a raised eyebrow while Emily gave him a mild "mmhmm." She gestured for him to go against the wall and Rick quietly followed her instructions.
"Ok Rick, say cheese." She smiled, taking a picture of him.
FLASH
Rick rubbed his eyes and noticed little seemed to have changed. He could still see some long, curly red hair in he is peripheral vision, and he even seemed to be at the same height. "What the heck love, is it broken?" He asked, and quickly covered his mouth as a clear British accent had come out. Emily, Olivia and even Paul began to giggle as Rick hustled over to the hand mirror.
Why looked back at him was a slightly older version of his previous form, but now wearing a black and white maid's outfit. His hair was knotted more into a messy bun, his eyes showed some wrinkles of age alongside some gray hairs, and his breasts were sagging slightly. To make it all worse, he had put on at least 50 pounds, making himself look slightly chubby.
"Oh fo fucks sake mum." He huffed. "I'm the bloody elp!" He huffed.
"It's actually pronounced "help" Rick." Emily managed to eek out before she and Olivia burst out laughing.
"Please stop laughing Mistah... Mistah.... Oi, I can't even say your real names no more." He groaned.
"That's not all that changed." Paul gasped, pointing at the ceiling.
They all looked up and saw that their house had completely expanded in size. It looked closer to a mansion now, with the ceiling fan becoming a nice chandelier and the couch becoming double the length and twice the expensive fabric. Paul, Olivia and Emily then noticed their own outfit changes, which had been overlooked thanks to Rick's change.
Paul was now wearing a sparkly one piece dress, with accessories galore to match. Emily and Olivia, meanwhile, had their male bodies dressed for success. Emily wore a cardigan with khakis and Olive wore a suit without the blazer. They all examined themselves, admiring the wealth they wore, when Rick finally spoke up.
"Oi, I don't get it. Why does me bein tah elp make you lot rich?" He asked with his brow furrowed.
"Oh don't feel too bad Rick." Olivia chuckled. "I guess in this reality I... or should I saw Oliver technically." She corrected, fixing her bowtie and admiring the sexy man in the mirror. "Oliver must've married someone else, meaning that our history went differently. I guess whoever I married now is quite wealthy." She laughed.
"Great." He sighed.
"Look, I'm also happy Rick got a bit of Karma," Paul added. "...but I agree with his frustration. We've tried twice now, and I'd argue we're even further from being ourselves again then when we started."
"Thanks love." Rick tanked him, then cringed at how he was forced to say it. "Is there any way we can get more specific?" He asked.
"Sorry guys but I told you already." Emily sighed. "It's stuck! We could theoretically risk getting it unstuck, but doing so could make things worse!"
"Really? The boys are girls and the girls are boys, I'm a teenaged bitch and your boyfriend is a maid." Paul grumbled. "How could it get much worse!?" He asked.
"Oi careful love, that's ow you got like this to begin with." Rick warned.
"I can see their point Emily." Olivia agreed. "Honey, maybe we should consider trying to get specifics back. After all, if every change is as random as this, then we could be here days trying different pictures. And now we're even on the clock! My... ugh,"wife", could be here any second and then we'll have to deal with that not op of all this random confusion."
"I get it mom, but what if we break it? I get wanting to not take so long but would you really wan to e a man forever? What about you Rick? You want to be cleaning our toilet for your newly shortened life? Or you Dad, care to grow up again as a girl? I'm sure all the college boys will just LOVE you." She snapped.
"Hey, hey Emily it's ok." Paul comforted her. "We don't have to try that if you don't want to, we're just throwing out suggestions."
"I know... sorry, I... I just feel so bad about all of this. I was the one who found the camera, I was the one whoo first changed Rick, and I was the one who chose to hide it where I did and that's when all this started. I'm sorry everyone." She explained.
"Oi love, don't apologize. We'er er for ya. Your choice. We eiva try and fix it, or you can pick who's next." Rick said.
"Well..." Emily thought hard about it, before deciding to go with...