Oliver had meant to take a picture, but in his haste, accidentally pulled an awareness trigger. It still let out a burst of light at his posing sister - teasing her bust with a big grin, much to Oliver's dismay.
At the very least, that aspect was wiped away as Becca rubbed her head and began looking at her boyfriend's face intently. Before she had always found that Vietnamese face cute, but now she couldn't help but notice it looked remarkably similar to her brother's...Jerry? No, not quite...but she only had one brother didn't she? No...no, she could remember someone else...spent too much time playing his video games...right, his name was...was...
Oliver.
Then she knew.
"What the fuck..." Her smile shifted into a grimace. "...What the fuck..." She stepped back, looking her brother up and down. "WHAT THE-" Before she could finish by letting out an anguished scream, Oliver made use of his new physique to cover her mouth, grabbing her arm just in case she thought about running.
"Shut up, just shut up you dumb bimbo. Keep it down." He ordered, smart enough to recognize that he didn't want their parents getting involved in this mess - another sibling quarrel. Of course, this time the circumstances were significantly changed. There was a new sense of authority this body had compared to the now weaker young woman, putting her into a small state of shock. She gulped before giving a nod, where Oliver at least let her mouth run free.
"Seriously...What. The. Actual. Fuck." She hissed, "How the fuck are you, like, a decade older? Why the fuck do you look Asian? Why the fuck did I think you were my boyfriend? Are you a fucking disgusting perv!? For me!? YOUR SIST-" Her voice was rising, leading the boy turned man to cover her mouth again.
"You think I wanted this!? I just took a pic with this old camera thing and I became this guy who YOU became all googly-eyed for!" He tried to explain, albeit with a tone akin to his 12-year-old's whining. "YOU were rubbing my chest and my...urm...privates! And...and talking about being naked and horny and stuff!"
The man's childish voice was giving Becca more reason to argue, even despite her brother's form. However, her eyes widened as she realized for once he was right. It was too overwhelming to ignore and to forget so easily, even for a teenage girl. Her eyes began to water up as more questions came to her. Why did she do all that to him? Why did she suddenly snap out of it? He said it was that camera he was holding, but that couldn't be possible! Neither was him suddenly getting older and changing races...it was so much to handle.
Light streaks of mascara began running down her soft face as she tried to tough it out in front of her baby nerd of a brother. "You...you said a camera did this?"
Oliver nodded, raising his arm for both of them to look at it. "I found it in the attic with Dad and just...just thought it looked special, ok? Then I pulled a lever thingy when you got all gross!" He whined, shaking the machine around for emphasis.
"Well take another picture! I don't want to look at...at...you!" She shouted, feeling incredibly awkward looking at his manly chest and crotch now. She still didn't really believe he was telling the truth, but at the very least it was the only immediate option that might actually work!