"Watch your mouth young-" Rebecca started, before the bright FLASH erupted, covering them both as they transformed, along with reality.
Emily simply stared out as the FLASH of the camera's light left her eyes. Yet, what she found was nothing... just darkness. For a moment, she panicked, wondering if she was blind. Luckily, she adjusted to the light, and was able to see something. In front of her looked like... jeans? Or at least, the material of jeans.
She also felt hot and a little wet? On top of that she felt crammed, and try as she might she was unable to move. That's when she heard the loud voice of a female, and still older Rick.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS I JUST DOING?" She seemed to ask in a causal tone, but the volume to Emily was almost too much to bear.
"What the- what am I?" Emily asked herself. She didn't need to ask again, as just then she spotted a small amount of light peering in from beyond a metal gash.
Upon looking, it looked like a giant zipper. As she watched it, a hand larger than she was came into view. It was manicured with red nail polish, seemed to grab something beyond the gash, then pulled it up, eliminating the light. Just then, the woman that was once Rick spoke again.
"DAMN JEANS, GOTTA GET A PAIR THAT FIT ME BETTER." She muttered.
It was then that it became all too clear to Emily. She began to panic, trying to move yet again to no avail.
"Oh fuck, oh shit." She thought. "I'm just a fucking pair of underwear!" She mentally screamed, trying to do anything to catch Rick's attention. "Rick please!!! Turn me back! Make yourself aware again do SOMETHING please!!!" She mentally called out into silence.
Outside the jeans, everything seemed normal. Rebecca stood in the mall, confused. She looked similar to before, with long, curly red hair, makeup, and similarly sized breasts, although more had changed. She was now just wearing jeans with a nearly bursting jacket. SHe had gained about 100 + pounds, and had a permanent resting bitch face. She looked around, scratched her ass, then wondered why she felt like she was just doing something.... and also feeling like she was forgetting something important.
Rebecca began to walk, and Emily felt every movement. She felt her thick thighs squeeze against her body, the sweat drip onto her skin turned felt. She wanted to cry, mostly because she felt so stupid.
"Why didn't I just fix his awareness?" She moaned. "God, I might be panties forever... please Rick, please figure it out! Save me!"