"Ugh, dammit what a day." He heard a gruff sigh come from the other side of the door.
Oliver turned his head just in time to see his dad walk in the door. His father, Paul, was a hardworking man who went through so much in life. The loss if his wife was just the final blow. He was a grumpy older man who loved his kids, but never really showed it, and hated just about everything else.
"H-hi dad, how was work?" Oliver asked nervously.
"You mean how was my third job? Fine, just like the next one in an hour will be... fine." He grumbled, leaning back into a shitty chair that sat across from Oliver and Emile in his crib. Paul scratched at the bald patch where his blonde hair used to be, and rubbed his bloodshot eyes. When he did that, he spotted what was in Oliver's hand.
"Dammit Ollie, I told you to get rid of that junk." Paul sneered.
"O-oh right, sorry Dad." He mumbled, trying to stand up as fast as possible to run off and throw it away. Unfortunately, in his haste, his fingers gripped the button by mistake, causing the camera to whirr to life before the FLASH erupted.
"Dammit Ollie, watch-" Paul began before the camera's light encompassed him fully.
Paul immediately shrank 2 whole feet, becoming much shorter overall. His muscles from working multiple hard labour jobs deflated, being replaced with a clumpier framework. His ass inflated by contrast, becoming rounder and firm, while his nipples expanded until they reached nearly G cups due to now being the birth mother of Emile. His penis warped inwards, becoming a vagina while his blonde hair cascaded down his shoulders in well kept waves.
Finally, their surroundings changed just as fast. They were no longer standing in a trailer park, but now a standard suburban home. It was neatly furnished, with a small kitchen adjacent to a large living room, a backyard with a small pool and patio, alongside just enough rooms for everyone upstairs.
Paul's clothing warped, as the collared work shirt became a very stetted out blouse, and a nursing bra formed seemingly from nowhere within. The ripped work jeans became mom jeans and his, now her, face became covered in makeup.
Meanwhile, Emile and Oliver went through very minor changes themselves. Both their skin and hair color became darker, and their own clothing upgraded. Oliver was now wearing pants and a hoodie that looked brand new while Emile was in a comfortable once siting in a lovely crib.
"-out sweetie!" She finished her sentence as the camera's flash died down. Although tremendous in scale, all the changes to reality happened in a mere instant.
"Sorry Mom, just was eager to show you I guess." Oliver chuckled.
Paula sighed at her son. She loved him but he could be a little bit scatter brained. Though, she figured it was her fault for that rather than his father.
"Well I just look dreadful right now so don't keep that picture when it develops you hear me?" She half joked half warned.
"Oh come now my lovely flower, you look wonderful." A deep voice came from the kitchen.
Paula turned to her head, brushing her hair out of the way as she tried not to blush. Standing in the kitchen was her second husband, father of her sons Oliver and Emilio, Carlos. After her first husband had died, Paula was left alone with a very young Rebecca and no idea what she was to do. She thought she'd never love again, but then Carlos came in and swooped her off her feet.
"Stop it you." Paula giggled. She quickly hopped up and gave Carlos a playful hit which just made him laugh before smooching her swiftly.
"Yeah, stop it you." Another, more upset voice came from the bottom of the stairs.
They all looked and saw Rebecca walking down wearing a blue bikini top with a towel wrapped around her waist. She was wearing big shades, but Oliver could still tell that she was pissed.
"I'm going to try and get a tan... it's not as easy for me as some people so I don't want to be bugged." She grumbled before walking outside.
Carlos sighed. "She still hates me."
"No baby that's not true." Paula huffed. "She just, really misses her father. I'll go out there and talk to her so we-"
"No, I'll go talk to her." Carlos said.
"Babe..." Pauls sighed.
"Por favor, necesito ayudar..." He pleaded.
"Ugh, you know I can't say no to you when you speak Spanish." She huffed with a blush before walking off.
Carlos made his way outside, and through the window Oliver could see Carlos walk up to his sister before he made himself turn away. Inside, Paula quietly walked up to Emilio and began to rock him in her arms. Oliver felt awful, but he always knew that this would hopefully all blow over one day.
"Hey, maybe that's what I can do." He thought to himself. "I can take a picture of this harder time for later... yeah perfecto." He smirked.
Picking up the camera, he quickly had to decide who to snap a photo of, unaware of how drastically reality would change once more.