"Says the guy who just stuck his hands in the trash." Kelly snapped back before tossing the baby wipes at the chuckling Marco.
Marco didn't really care about getting dirty now and then. When he was younger his father had lost his job at around the same time as the housing crisis, leaving his small family to be in an awful position for many years. They're much better off now, but it always left him with a bit of a tough guy streak that made him not care what others think. He glanced over at Terry, only to see Terry aiming the camera at him.
"Uh, Terry?" Marco asked.
"Say cheese Marco!" Terry laughed.
Marco wanted to protest, but it was too late to say anything as Terry had hit the button.
FLASH
Marco was taken aback by the intensity of the flash. He quickly closed his eyes and began to rub them fiercely.
"Agh, what the hell." He muttered, but this caused him to freeze. "What the hell, why does my voice sound so weird?" He thought.
He opened his eyes, only to be met with Terry staring at him. Terry's mouth was wide open, his arms at his side while barely holding on to the camera in one hand.
"M-Marco?" Terry stuttered.
"Yeah?" He said again hearing how... high pitched his voice sounded. He looked down, and his own jaw dropped. On his chest were two, round breasts protruding far outwards. While he looked down, dark and wavy hair fell gently onto them.
"Ah Dios Mios. I need a mirror!" Marco blurted.
He turned around and luckily saw one of the glass cabinets on the wall which held pictures from a previous year. Staring back at him wasn't his own reflection, but that of an attractive 30 something woman. She had dark long hair, large breasts, and had hoop earrings and makeup on. She was wearing a square necked white blouse and a necklace. Marco turned and looked down to find a tight skirt, and a massive ass jutting out. Below that were long, tan legs which were held up by a pair of dark heels.
"I-I look like my fucking Mom a bit, but also my Aunts?" He muttered. "Yeah, yeah I think so." He quietly mumbled in shock.
"No. Fucking. Way." Kelly finally spoke up.
"Oh my god... oh my god!" Terry began to yell. "You're actually Marco?!"
"Wha- yes I'm actually Marco!" Marco responded, snapping out of his daze. "But I turned into a damn old lady!" He yelled, moving his hands through his newly lengthened hair. "Look at this! I even have acrylic nails!" He pointed towards Kelly. "Who am I?"
"You still look like you... you said yourself you look a bit like your Mom but also Aunts... I assume your Dad's sisters?" She asked.
"Yeah..." Marco responded, unsure of where Kelly was going.
"Well, then maybe this is what you would look like as a girl, only much older." Kelly smirked, trying not to make light of the situation.
"Wipe that smirk off your face." He growled. "This is NOT funny." He pointed quickly, only to notice his new boobs jiggle before crossing his arms and blushing. "Ugh! How did this happen?!" He asked.
"Guys, I think I know..." Terry answered. They turned to see Terry holding up the photo he had taken with the polaroid. In it was the woman that Marco had become, only smiling and striking a pose in it.
"What the hell, I did NOT make that pose." Marco sighed.
"Wait wait wait.... you're saying that camera, transformed him or something?" Kelly asked. "Seriously?"
"Well what else could it have been?" Terry asked. "He was normal, I took a picture, and now he's... this!"
"Hey, look even my freaking book bag has been replaced by a purse." Marco noticed, pointing next to him on the ground.
Kelly picked it up and quickly opened it. She then began to rummage through the bag.
"Uh, Kel, what are you doing?" Marco asked slightly annoyed.
"I just have a theory." She muttered.
Before Terry or Marco could ask further, a teacher turned around the end of the hallway, causing Marco and Terry to freeze.
"Shit." Marco thought. "I'm some random old lady! They're gonna call the cops on me or something!"
"Afternoon Mrs. Jones." The older man waved at Marco before continuing his stroll in the direction of the teacher's lounge.
"What the hell?" Marco muttered when he was safely out of ear shot.
"Who's Mrs. Jones?" Terry asked.
"Maria Jones, 32 years old." Kelly responded.
Marco and Terry turned back towards Kelly, who was now holding up a driver's license and a school ID card.
"And it looks like you're the head Spanish teacher for the school." Kelly added.
"What?! No I'm not. I'm a guy! I'm Marco!" He replied.
"Yeah, not according to this or Mr. Orville back there." Kelly snapped back.
"What're you saying Kelly?" Terry asked.
"I'm saying... I don't know, I guess the world or reality or whatever has changed... making everybody at least think that you've always been like this. Why else would he know this you or you have a driver's license for a Mrs. Jones?" She asked.
"But, I'm Marco Hotulke." He said somewhat distraught. "Jones sounds like some generic white guy."
"Hate to break it to you Marco, but that probably means you... or I guess this version of you, married some generic white guy." She responded, pointing at Marco's hand.
Marco glanced down to see a wedding wring wrapped around his more slender and manicured hand.
"Oh hell no." Marco growled. "I am SO done with this. Terry, use that thing and change me the hell back."
Terry was now extremely worried. Now that he had seen what the camera could do, it was obvious what all those other buttons were for. The only issue was that he had figured out that it was stuck on RANDOM changes, meaning who knows what Marco could turn into next. He wanted Marco back badly, as he much preferred his cute angry friend over some new teacher, but what would he do?
Should Terry come clean and warn them that it'll be random? Should he just try to unstick any other option? Should he just take some pics of Marco until he's back, or maybe experiment on other's to be safe?