"Ugh, quit it brat!" The winey voice of a teenaged girl arose.
Rachel opened her eyes, feeling... strange. She couldn't place exactly why, but something was wrong. She looked around for a moment until she saw her favorite doll, Empress Emily. The doll had brown yarn hair, black button eyes, a soft cotton body, and a felt purple dress. It sat slumped next to an old polaroid camera.
Upon seeing this, little Rachel's heart began to race. She didn't know how she knew it, since to her knowledge she never used it, but she just KNEW that it was magic, and could change people.
"You set this up didn't you?" The voice arose again as a tall figure walked from behind her towards her doll and the camera.
Rachel saw her babysitter, Kiley, pick up her doll and the camera. Kiley was a 19 year old girl, going to college in the local university. One of her side jobs was occasionally babysitting for family friends. She had blonde hair which reached past her large ass, decent breasts and way too much makeup. She was wearing a yellow tank top and short shorts, and absent mindedly fixed her large hoop earrings as she grabbed the camera and doll with one hand.
She smacked her lips, glaring down at Rachel.
"I asked you a question." She scoffed, with her free arm pressed against her hip.
"Wait, Kiley, be careful!" Rachel called out, getting worried about it going off.
"I'll do what I want." She muttered before spotting the photo the camera produced on the floor. "Well, at least I don't look terrible." She grumbled before throwing the picture aside.
Rachel, however, was horrified.. She saw the picture, which was mostly just her and Kiley, but also Empress Emily's stubby felt arm barely in view. Her mind began to race. Did they change? She didn't feel like she did... but she knew it worked, and something at least felt off. She then looked back at Kiley.
"Kiley please, this is serious!" She yelled.
Kiley looked back at the girl before her. She had unkept, curly red hair, a pink dress on, and was barely half of her height, which wasn't saying much with how short she was. She scoffed, then grabbed her cheek.
"Hey, I'm the 18 year old, you're the 8 year old." She chuckled, placing emphasis on the 8. "I decide when something is serious or not, and this is not serious... though, what were you even doing with this?" She asked, dangling the camera.
"Stop! It's magic!" Rachel pleaded.
"Ohhh, magic!" Kiley replied in a fake 'amazed' tone of voice. "How so?"
"It-it changed people..." She trailed off, grabbing the helm of her dress.
"Right..." Kiley sighed before glancing back at the camera. Although she knew Rachel was just a kid, part of her did sense something was odd with this camera.
After a few moments of thinking, Kiley...