It hit the ground, landing square on its top, and in doing so, hit the main button, and possibly some others as well!? All they knew was what followed, as the dark room lit up.
FLASH
Instead of a quiet home, the house had transformed slightly, yet dramatically. It was the same home, but changed to be owned not by a lovely couple, but a sorority. It's outer facade showing more signs of damage and lack of upkeep in general. The lights were now all on in this house, with Christmas, multicolored lights adorning the walls, and what looked like disco-like patterns all over the ceiling.
Downstairs, the house was now filled mostly with women, all of which were dancing to music, drinking, or doing both. Upstairs, however, is where the transformed Rick and Emily now resided. Instead of a loving couple, they were now two young adult women staring one another down. Their clear, loving minds now both drunk from vodka and pissed off at the other one.
In falling onto the floor, the camera of changes also landed on the awareness switch. Rick and Emily no longer remembered the camera, nor its power. They didn't even know that they had transformed, thinking that their current forms were just always how it was.
"So, are you, like, gonna take that back." The girl that had been Rick started, speaking slowly from the alcohol's effects.
"Even if I took it back, wouldn't make it wrong." The transformed Emily snapped back.
Rick had transformed into Riley, a female version of him that was spoiled rotten by her 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' growing up. She was the type of girl to beg and whine until she got what she wanted, never wanting to hear the word no. She had long, curly red hair down to her shoulders, freckles across her face and skinny arms, large breasts, and a moderate ass that she had deep insecurities about. She was wearing a flimsy blue blouse, and no bra to emphasize what she believed were her best features, while below she just wore ill-fitting jeans to hide her lower body a bit.
Emily, meanwhile, had transformed even more. Instead of a grown adult man, she had become a 20-year-old knockout African American woman named Emma. Her parents still white, she was adopted in this reality, giving her a complex and guilt over not being black enough. As such, she always tried to be over the top, her hair either an Afro or in Dreads, her slang always used frequently and up to date, and so on. She had a lovely black Afro, had ebony skin, and was wearing a fabulous red dress with matching heels. Emma was a bit thicker, but this just led her to have large breasts and a much bigger ass, which perfectly showed off her pear shape.
"Excuse me?" Riley scoffed, holding her hand up to her chest in offense.
"You hearrrd me." Emma slurred, leaning forward while holding her purse tight as she whispered, "You're. A. Bitch."
"Maybe less on the skinny, cause gurl you gaining some weight." She added with a sneer.
"Oh, you're one to talk you cow." Riley hissed, getting in the increasingly angrier face of Emma.
"Scuse me?" She grumbled.
Riley then did the unthinkable, and slapped at Emma's purse, causing it to fall and spread most of it's content out onto the floor. She regretted doing it, but in her intoxicated state she felt she needed to double down.
"C-come on then! Come at me whore! My parents will get me out of whatever trouble that "you" cause. And *HIC* t-trust, I'll double down that you're doing it."
"Spoiled-" Emma started before stopping herself, as some reason started to kick in that dealing with this girl wasn't worth it. "Fine, I'll go."
"Helllllo!" A valley girl sounding woman called from down the hall. "You two hoes stop fighting yet?" She called out happily. She then opened the door to see both girls on the verge of drunken tears and then cringed. "Uh, so like, no?"
"Thanks for trying Ashley." Emma sighed before she expertly squatted down, and shoved all her items quickly back into the purse. "But I think our sorority isn't welcome here." She sneered before she strutted out the door and towards the exit.
Ashley turned and sighed towards Riley.
"Really Riles?" She grumbled. "Now how're we gonna win the soccer tournament?"
"Relax we can with without that fat whore." Riley scoffed.
"Ohmygoooood just like, tell her you think she's hot already you can stop this forced *HIC* drama."
Riley's face turned as red as her hair as she shushed her loudly.
"I like, so told you I didn't mean that. I was going through a phase and she was just, like, an example."
"Whatever, deny it all you want." Ashley giggled. "You're right, it's TOTALLY normal imagining other girls sitting on your face. Now come on or whatever, the frats are coming and I wanna get laid. Do you want to too, or are you gonna go after Emma?" She teased.
"Let's go." She hissed, and Ashley skipped out of the room.
Riley turned and gazed out of her window, seeing Emma strutting down the sidewalk, towards her girl's place and towards town. Ashley felt guilty... but something else was there. Was she actually sad to see her go? She brushed it off, looking to get drunk and push away the feelings of likely Rick, still lingering just below the surface.
The question is, what about the camera? Who is gonna have/find it? What about awareness going forward? What happens next?