"Oh it's nothing nothing at all." She half laughed. "So, so so so, who wants to change next?" She asked.
Before anyone could speak, suddenly Emily felt herself seize as a pint sized young boy ran past her leg, causing her to stumble.
“Daddy, daddy, daddy!!” A tiny voice eagerly echoed as the tiny young boy clutched onto Olivia’s pant leg. “You won’t believe it, I made a new friend in school today!!”
“Ah, Benny, how are ya, uh… Little man- Emily!“ Olivia began, just as Emily attempted to catch herself mid fall. Unfortunately, despite the athletic body she was in, Benny’s force knocked her stance and caused her to fall over, her fingers gripping the camera furiously.
“Ah jeez-!” Paul cried, just as a familiar flash illuminated the room once more.
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“Agh… Is everyone okay?” Olivia groaned, wiping her eyes as they adjusted to the well lit and furnished room. She looked down at her hands, still as big and gruff as ever, she… or rather, he hadn’t changed at all. He brushed off his expensive suit as he waited for the others to commence a roll call.
“Sorry daddy… I was really excited to tell you, I made a new friend at school today…” Benny, the new younger son of Oliver spoke up, voice tinged with sadness as he found himself on the floor. Deep in his heart, Olivia knew this wasn’t really her child, and despite the inner voice in his head screaming at him not to get too attached, he snickered and bent down to lend a hand to the small boy.
“That’s okay little man, things happen sometimes, right? Next time you need to watch where you’re going, you could have seriously gotten yourself or someone else hurt, understand?” His voice was stern, but loving all the same. Benny rubbed his eyes with his fist and shook his head, Oliver looking him up and down and taking some pride in how handsome the tiny boy was. Curly brown hair, like his father, in a white dress shirt uniform and tie and black slacks. If he didn’t know any better, Oliver could argue that Emily was this young lad… Emily…
Quickly, Oliver gasped and looked over, pulling Benny into his arms and holding him up.
“Man… What happened…?” Rick grunted, blinking as she wiped her face with her palms. She felt the scratchy feeling of her trimmed beard and sighed, at least she was still human… Wait. Beard.
“Uhh….” Rick continued, patting herself as she realized something was a miss. She was wearing a fancy cardigan with a pair of khaki pants and gasped, as she looked down and saw tanned skin and hairy arms welcoming the new boy into the reality.
“Oh, oh dang, I’m a boy again! I’m not me, but I’m a boy again!” Rick celebrated, patting his cheeks. “Oh man, facial hair how I’ve missed you…!” Oliver and Benny giggled, as Rick took stock of the situation. He was practically the spitting image of what Emily once was... But if he was Rick...
"Then that means-“
The three were drawn to the attention of a loud bark as a large border collie hopped to its feet in confusion.
“Arrr…?” It expressed, tilting its head to the side as Benny excitedly gestured to be put down. “Pauly, Pauly, Pauly!” Oliver set Benny down, quickly realizing the dog’s true identity. ‘Oh, Paul…” He murmured, as Benny badgered “Pauly” to play with him. Sniffing the child, Paul’s tail began to wag, though he restrained himself from playing.
“So then…” Oliver put his fists on his hips as he looked across from the dog and found himself looking at a lonely broom with a navy color cascading the thin metal pole. Clean and almost brand new, the broom carried a sticker that read “Emmet’s” in modernistic font, there was no doubt about it. “Em…” Oliver said, hand flying up to his rugged chin and caressing it, deep in thought… The camera laid next to the broom, the cleaning instrument leaning its head onto the camera just as “Emmet” had done before changing.
Sighing, Oliver picked up the camera, inspecting it cautiously as Rick stepped forward. “Is that…?”
“Afraid so.” Oliver confirmed, taking a peek into the intricacies of the camera.
“…What do we do…?” Rick pleaded, Oliver paid no heed to him, getting lost in a trance by the camera…