Raquel gasped and slapped Emilia's arm playfully as her older sister just giggled.
That's when the playful slap caused an unfortunate turn of events. It had loosened the already loosely held camera in her sister's hands, and the bulky camera plummeted to the floor. Raquel gasped, worried the older device would break, and as it hit the ground it landed just enough on the primary button.
"Whoops, sorry!" Emilia was able to mutter just as the camera went off.
FLASH
“Dios mio,” Raquel quietly cursed to herself under her breath, “Don’t be so torpe Raquel.”
The latina bent down and quickly picked up both the camera and the sports bra she was about to buy off the ground. The camera had changed Emilia into a “super cute” (as Raquel would describe) sports bra being sold at Dick’s. With the reality change setting still on and awareness still set to off, Raquel didn’t recall ever coming to the mall with an older sister named Emilia. Instead she remembered coming to the mall to buy some new workout gear for her “date” tomorrow with her boyfriend, Jake.
“Do you need any help Miss?” A store employee asked, having heard the ruckus.
“No, no! ¡Estoy bien! I’m good.” Raquel replied. The employee waved her off and went back to serving other customers.
Raquel held and inspected the Polaroid. She wasn’t sure why she brought it with her to the mall, but she was glad it didn’t seem to be broken. Putting the camera aside, she refocused on her shopping. She was absolutely dead set on buying the shoes she had picked out, but she had second thoughts about this "Emilia" brand sports bra.
“I should try it on, por si acaso.” Raquel thought to herself before she collected her items and made her way to the dressing rooms at the back of the store.
Once inside a stall, she took off her tank top, unhooked her current bra and slid the new sports bra over her head, readjusting it so her breasts were comfortable before taking in her beauty.
“Mmm. Damn Raquel, you are looking FINE chica!” Raquel admired herself in the mirror, before a strange feeling washed over her. Like… this wasn’t who she was meant to be. As if her life was one big lie.
The latina once again looked over herself as she ran her hand through her dark, curly hair. If she wasn’t supposed to be real, then how come she remembered going to the hairdresser’s last week to get her hair styled?
She then looked down to her body, taking in her olive colored skin. Raquel recalled how back during high school her female classmates were always jealous of how her skin made it look like she had natural tan.
Raquel’s eyes then shifted to her D cup boobs, cupping them with her hands. God, she absolutely loved it when her boyfriend would play with them, recalling the sense of pleasure she felt. She also remembered how annoying her boobs were whenever she did any physical activity.
Looking down further, Raquel took in her full hips and waist, her hands gliding down her massive ass before stopping in front of her vagina. Thinking back to all the times she had sex with Jake, Raquel reached in and began fingering herself, letting the ecstasy take over.
“¡Ay dios!” she moaned in pleasure as the feeling of her life being a lie quickly faded as her fingers went deeper and deeper into her pussy.
Eventually, the latina finished touching herself, a little shocked that she just masturbated inside a changing room. Raquel’s eyes then met with the camera and quickly got the idea to take some raunchy photos.