"John!" The older woman called out while struggling to hold a basket of laundry on one hand and a phone in the other. "Did you bring down your laundry?!"
"Hold on mom!" A young boy called from up the stair case.
The woman rolled her eyes. She placed the basket down, holding her back afterward.
"Oh Ricki, honey, you're not getting any younger." She chuckled as she stood back up straight.
Ricki walked over to the mirror, looking herself over. She had aged fairly gracefully all things considered. Her hair was still auburn and curly, her face largely free from wrinkles besides her eyes. She got a bit shorter, and had a bit more meat on her bones which made her ass and breasts seem larger, but otherwise was the same, youthful feeling woman.
She glanced back upon hearing a slight noise, and saw her darling husband wave at her. He had aged in the last few years as well, getting a bit shorter and loosing some muscles, though still looked like a stud. He waved at her, and gestured towards the yard, where a lawnmower laid amongst the unkept grass. She smiled back, watching his still tight ass make its way out the glass door.
Finally, John ran down. The curly haired 5 year old gleefully ran up to his mother, holding a clump of shirts and shorts with a smile. Ricki snapped up the clothing, gave him a shooing motion, and watched the boy run off.
"So cute... takes too much after his father." She sighed, carrying her laundry to the washer.
Meanwhile, nearby, recently 7 year old Emily sat on the couch, calmly clutching the camera of changes. She had her legs curled up under her purple skirt, looking over the camera with intrigue. She was snooping through her mommy's drawer when she found it, covered in a thin layer of dust.
"Why do I feel... weird." She muttered for the thousandth time.
Ever since she had found it, she'd been feeling weird things. For some reason, she didn't like her parents kissing anymore. And whenever she looked at her little brother, she felt like she was staring at a stranger. A knock on the door suddenly shook the house, interrupting her train of thought.
"One second!" Ricki called as she sashayed over to the door. She opened it, and once again Emily felt weird. "Hi Paul!" She greeted.
"Hey Ricki, just wanted to ask Oliver some questions about the job tomorrow." The blonde, rotund man laughed.
Once again Emily's mind raced. Why did the neighbor feel familiar? What was going on?
Emily, of course, had no way to know that the camera she was holding had altered reality. Her former boyfriend had now been her mother for 5 years. Her mother had become her father, while her real father was nothing but a familiar neighbor. And, of course, a random woman who had been her mother for a moment before reality changed once more.
The camera had been dormant for so long, that the magic within itched to cause chaos once more. As such, it had let Emily feel a tinge of remembrance in order to get her to try the old camera out. As Emily looked over the camera, she read some words she recognized and some she didn't. She watched as her brother went to bother her dad, and the neighbor chat it up with her mother, but as he talked he stared at her chest rather than her eyes.
Emily glanced down once more, then...