Oliver gulped, not sure which situation of flirting he felt more awkward with - Becca or Paula. Both were a lot more romantic than he expected and ever hoped for - rubbing up his adult male bodies and eager for...ugh! He should have just asked his mom to answer his questions about the camera earlier...not be so impatient...then he wouldn't be in this mess! Well...he supposed there was little to lose if he tried now. Actually getting someone he trusted to try to figure out this device would be incredibly advantageous to avoid these scenarioes. Worse case scenario, he could snap a picture of her if he couldn't explain it well...or if she was insistent on 'you know what'.
"Well? Don't you want to pump another one in me?" Paula cooed further. Oliver's thick rod rose up from a mix of this body's base instincts, hormones, and 'muscle memory' of fucking this woman before. He tried not to linger on the idea that in this reality he had done so twice already to 'make' Becca and Jerry...as if this situation wasn't already uncomfortable.
"Uhm...could I show you something?" He asked, the hand holding the camera shaking.
The woman giggled, licking her lips and slapping her soft hands on her 'husband's' flat butt. "Oh? Do you have a new toy to use on me? Something...kinky?"
The former son shuddered, his body at odds with his mind as he recognized his cock was fully erect. "N-No." He whispered in a tone he typically used when Paula was angry with him - one that showed he didn't want to get on her bad side than he already did.
Circumstances were significantly different this time though, even if Oliver certainly felt 'in trouble'. Paula took on a light frown, looking up at Oliver. She moved her hands off her rear and moved one up to his chiseled cheek - rubbing it with a soft palm. "Is...something wrong, hon?"
"I...urm...It's just this camera." He continued, taking advantage of Paula's confusion by positioning himself out from her grasp and holding up the device. "I was lying before. It isn't normal...like, at all. It can completely change you."
Paula tilted her head. "Um...sorry, hon, I don't follow. Metaphorically?"
The boy-turned-man scratched his head - needing a second to remember what that word even meant before responding. "No, I mean like it can turn...maybe it would be better if I showed you."
He was about to flip the awareness lever for past transformations with Paula in the camera's frame before reconsidering. Becca was one person to have unintentionally flirt with him and then become aware - she was annoying enough to Oliver that he hadn't understood her own anguish. His mom though...god, how would she react to knowing she wanted to do 'that' with her own son - albeit in a reality where they were not related by blood, a similar age, and married. Not to mention, she would almost certainly try to get him to change back into his weak preteen form. Even though he didn't want to stay married to Paula, Oliver still loved being in power over his sister for once, not to mention other adult advantages he found appealing like being able to get out of school. What to do...