Sherry had selected the objectified preset, and toggled awareness to yes. It was a tall order for the machinery, making every human into an object, and swapping it with an existing object. It would take time..it would seem like much longer to people than it actually was.
Jasmine crossed the street, the attractive black teen entered the house she shared with her mother, Fiona...at least since today as previously the house had been vacant. In the previous reality, Fiona had either been a pet named Fifi or a college student named Felicity. To prevent the two of them from swapping roles back and forth like a cosmic yoyo, Fiona was a single mom, and office manager, and her daughter was a hard worker, who housesat, babysat, and other jobs to make extra money...unlike the slacker she'd been as Jeff.
"I guess the Martins came home," she said. "How did you like living on your own?"
"Mom...I was across the street."
"I know, and I know you're responsible..." Fiona said. "I just...you're just growing up so fast...and in not too long, you'll be going off to college."
Jasmine rolled her eyes. Her mother could be so dramatic sometimes. She was sixteen.
"Are you ready to go out to dinner?" Fiona asked.
They didn't eat out much, but Fiona had promised her daughter they'd go out when she was done housesitting.
Fiona picked up her own purse, and the two of them headed outside to the driveway. In the driveway was her trusty nine year old sedan. It was roughly as she reached it, touching the handle that she felt something of an electric shock. "What the fu---," she paused. "Sorry, Jasmine, the handle shocked me..."
"That's weird...there's nothing electric in there, I think," Jasmine said. The car's engine roared to life suddenly. Jasmine yelped. The car did not have an automatic starter and her mother hadn't even opened the door. "Is it possessed or something?"
"I'm not waiting around to find out," Fiona said. Jasmine looked back at her mother. "What's happening to your hand?"
Fiona looked down. The hand where she'd touched the car was swelling, as if she'd had some sort of allergic reaction. She'd never been allergic to anything. She touched it with her other hand, which started to swell as well. Whatever was happening seemed to be spreading faster. Her shoes popped off as her feet swelled out of them and she fell to the ground.
"Mom!!" Jasmine called, trying to help her up, but finding herself unable to. Her mother was just too heavy.