Eventually she was outside the bedroom door. It was still ajar. She tentatively peeped, and her worst nightmare came to be.
The first thing she saw was her mother Olivia, though she was certainly not her mother now. Her face was slimmer with a thicker jaw, and with that jaw came a large amount of facial hair. Instead of stretching to her lower back, her jet black hair now was just a curly mop, not going past her ears. Scariest of all was her chest, now having pecs instead of breasts, and a flat, tight stomach all covered in curly black hair.
Emily couldn't see anything below the waist... sadly, not because he was dressed, but because he was waist deep in her BOYFRIEND. Rick, still in the body of a smoking hot woman, was being pounded repeatedly by her mother turned father. 'Rebecca' had her ass pointed upward, it was having ripples move across it with every hit. Breasts were pressed against the bed, hands no longer gripping the controller but the bed, and her eyes were closed, as she bit down on her lower lip.
All they were making were grunting noises, with the occasional huff, 'fuck yeah' or 'harder' causing Emily to nearly scream out loud. She caught herself, backed away from the doorway, then slid down the wall till she was sitting on the floor, hands against her head. What should she do? What COULD she do?
Would Rick ever forgive her for this? Should she just fix it asap and cut their losses, or even leave him unaware and bury this damned thing once things were normal enough? These thoughts raced through her mind as guilt crept in. Embracing her younger form and the emotion that welled up inside, she started to cry silently.
After a few moments, she managed to pull herself somewhat together, finally deciding to...