Cleo looks down and notices her body and clothes have changed along with her mother. the first thing she notices is her chest, what used to be flat, is now what looks like a large B-cup. she also notices her previously blank black shirt is now a very tight croptop, exposing her now extremely toned stomach. Further down, she notices her waist seems to taper in before flaring out widely, framing her now gigantic bubble butt, which is accentuated by her new denim short shorts, only able to cover most of her bottom.
Cleo, shocked at what she's seeing jumps up to run into the bathroom, her now semi thick thighs rubbing against eachother on the way.
Cleo locks herself in her bathroom and looks in the mirror. "wha-" Cleo stares in the mirror at a face that is both foreign and familiar, she can still recognize it's her, but with numerous changes. Her face is thinner in some areas and thicker in others. her lips have puffed out a bit, giving her a little bit of a pout. Her makeup looks heavier and her hair now reaches down past her shoulders.
"What the fuck happened to me?!" she screams. "did I change because mom did? how did she even change? what the fuck am I wearing? I look like a fucking slut!"
After a few minutes of panicking, Cleo leaves the bathroom, her new body causing her to sway her hips slightly, and sits down on her bed. "ok cleo think. That helmet had to have changed me along with mom somehow, maybe I could use the helmet to change us back?"
At that last thought Barbara walks into Cleo's room. "hey baby, you ok? you looked stressed earlier, you need help relieving some stress?" Cleo's newly sluttified mother asks.
"fuck no, get the hell out, and give me that!" Cleo yells, grabbing the helmet out of her mother's hands, unaware her mother had messed with the settings.