Oliver aimed the camera at himself. There was a flash blinding both Oliver and Becca.
After the flash, Becca saw that Oliver did look different. Her twerp of a brother was still an adult Asian man, but now with a bit of a thicker more muscular build. Also, a few wrinkles. He was older. Like, not just young adult old, but like dad age adult. God, to see her brother look like that felt so wrong.
"Wow. I'm pretty buff," Oliver said as he experimentally flexed his bicep
"See. I told the truth. It's the camera that does this. You have to believe me now."
Becca nodded, still pretty shocked. She looked at the camera still in his hands. She should get a hold of it. She can't trust Oliver with something like that.
"Wait. You're also different." Oliver said, being the first one to take note of what happened to Becca.
"What?" Becca reacted. She glanced down, and immediately noted her hair. It was dark, pretty much black. She was supposed to be a brunette. It was straight too. Like, she straightened her hair for her "date", but now it was straighter than she'd ever managed to straighten it, like her natural curls were completely gone.
"Huh. You're Asian too." Oliver commented.
"What did you do?" Becca angrily asked. She reached for her phone to use its camera.
"Nothing. Or, I don't know. I didn't try to change you. I only aimed at myself, and, um, or maybe I caught you too. I didn't mean to."
Becca now got a view of herself using her phone's selfie camera as a mirror. As Oliver had pointed out. She was Asian. Straight black hair. She had Asian looking eyelids. Her nose was small. Though, she still had freckles. And looking closer, she didn't look completely Asian, more like an Asianified version of herself that remained a bit white.
She looked down at her body. She felt a bit skinnier. She patted her stomach. She'd been on a diet, aiming to lose her slight stomach pudge, but now her stomach felt flat. What about her boobs? She was proud of her size. Asian girls were usually a bit smaller on top. Just looking, it seemed like her girls had survived. She would have to remove her clothes and bra to properly check. Not possible with Oliver here. Speaking of, this was also his fault with that camera of his.
"Can you turn us back?" Becca asked.
"Maybe. I could try." Oliver raised the camera.
"Wait, stop! What are you doing? Don't use it!
"Chill. I was just looking at it. I wasn't planning on using it."
"Uh-huh." Becca sighed in relief. Still, she didn't trust Oliver to not mess up any further. "Give me the camera."
"No way! You can't boss me around. Look at me. I'm taller and older than you now," he laughed.
It was true. Oliver was much taller and bigger than her. It made her wonder if Oliver hadn't just grown, but if she'd gotten shorter as well. She must have. Nevermind that. What matters is that Oliver is an immature brat even if he has an adult body. Though, with that adult body, she won't be able to forcefully grab that camera out of his hands.
Before the siblings turned not-siblings could bicker any more, they were interrupted. Both Oliver and Becca had been too distracted to hear Paula walking downstairs.
"Sweetie, your date is here to pick you up,"
Paula announced.
Oliver and Becca froze. They didn't want their mom to see them like this. She probably wouldn't recognize them.
Paula was unfazed. "Becca, David is waiting for you."
"Uh." Becca's mind was racing. She did remember. David was her boyfriend. She was supposed to go on a date with him all along. It wasn't until Oliver used that Camera and somehow made her believe he was her boyfriend instead. Was something similar happening with their mom now? Like, she's acting like this is normal. Are her memories different?
"Don't let David wait," Oliver said with a cheeky smile.
"But the camera?" Becca whispered angrily.
"We'll look at it later," he whispered back. "Go and have fun with your 'date'."
Becca felt her phone vibrate. There was a message from David, announcing he's waiting outside.
Becca felt conflicted. She couldn't leave the camera behind and just go on a date. Though, she figured she should act 'normal', not make a scene.
She shot Oliver an angry stare, then she left.
"I heard you talking." Paula said. "What was that about the camera?"
"Uh. Nothing." Oliver acted nonchalantly. "Nothing interesting."
"Hmm," Paula mused. She walked up to Oliver and placed a hand on his pecs. "With her and Jerry finally out of the house. With us finally having some privacy..." She smiled. "I want to get fucked."
Oliver was flabbergasted, feeling horrified and also a sense of deja vu. First his sister, now Mom, both wanting to do, um, 'adult' stuff with him.
Wait. Did this mean he was the 'Dad' of the family? That's why Becca changed too, because he was her dad now?
Oliver didn't have much time to think because his mother was there holding him, pressing her boobs unto him. Those massive boobs making his friends say all those 'Milf' comments.