"Watch your mouth young-" Rebecca started, before the bright FLASH erupted, covering them both as they transformed, along with reality. Unfortunately, however they would change, Rick would still be unaware of who he was, thinking whoever or whatever he was going to be, was always how things were.
The mode that had been selected was the Blend-in mode, and it was set to blend with the environment. In the struggle for the camera, both Rick and Emily in their transformed forms were caught in the change, and just behind them happened to be a clothing store, specifically a nicer one which sold expensive, often times designer, clothes.
As the FLASH faded, Emily had to rub her eyes, as she hadn't closed them in time for the picture. Once her vision had mostly returned, she had found herself in the clothing store that she had been standing right in front of. There were walls of blouses and dresses, suits and khakis heels and loafers. As she blinked off the bright light, she saw long hair fall into her line of sight again.
"Oh thank God I'm a woman... a-again." She started before stuttering with her sentence upon hearing herself speak.
She looked down, and saw a very different body type. Emily was normally fairly slime, but now she was... the opposite. What most people would describe her as now was... Thick. Puffy C-cups were staring back at her, held back only by a tight, orange dress. Holding out her hands, she could instantly see she had quite a tan now, looking like your average Italian in summer.
She guessed her Italian thought was right, as her hair looked jet black, shiny, and very curly. "Oh god, how fat am I now." She thought before feeling her figure. She wasn't FAT fat, but she had a little stomach protruding, probably being held back by a girdle, while her ass was sticking out way farther than it should be. High heels were squeezing her feet, as he tan, shaven legs struggled to stand up from the sudden change of body type and shoes.
"What the hell are you doin' girl?" A voice suddenly rang up.
Emily looked up to see Rick, or rather, Rebecca, hadn't changed too much. She was still ginger, though her curly hair was more wavy now, having been tamed by what was likely quite a large amount of conditioner. Her face was the same, though probably had a few more wrinkles, and a bit wider.
Her body was somehow, milfier, than before, gaining insane hips, large breast, and a thick physique. The woman dressed in a large sundress glared at Emily, brushed her hair to the side, and then sneered.
"Honestly, Em, what're you talking about? You've always been a woman, are you on crack?" The 40-year-old asked with a chuckle at the end.
Emily's grip tightened, and her heart skipped a beat, but only for a moment as she found that somehow, in all of this mess, she had come out with the camera in her hand. She smiled, patted Rebecca on the shoulders, then began to fiddle with the camera.
"Tell me Rebecca, what were we just arguing about?" She asked, just about ready to flick the awareness switch.
"Ugh, you're so forgetful." She scoffed. "Well, I wanted this dress, but there was only one left so I wanted it, and then you went full bitch mode and said I wouldn't... even... fit." She finished, her eyes becoming wide as she stopped.
Emily smirked, then watched as the woman looked down. Her manicured hands grabbed onto her chest, and gave them a squeeze before lifting them and letting them bounce. She flung her hands back, grouping her fat ass, before patting up her body till she grabbed her long hair and dropped her jaw.
"Holy shit." She muttered.
"That you Rick?" Emily asked, relieved to have solved the issue.
"Y-yeah... yeah it's me." He said quietly. "But like, it wasn't a second ago."
"I know I'm sorry i accidentally removed your awareness. And I was gonna fix it honest I was its just that it was kinda cute seeing you act all motherly and I thought it'd be harmless to-"
"No, Em, I'm serious." Rick interrupted. "Like, I WAS Rebecca. I remember growing up as a girl, going to prom with Greg, being a sorority drinking queen in college, my marriage, my children... it's all fading now, but a second ago I was and always had been Rebecca."
"O-oh gosh Rick I'm sorry I didn't even consider... are you all right?" Emily asked.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine." He clearly lied, quickly changing subject after gesturing at Emily. "And uh, hey! Looking good! Are you, like, Italian now?"
"Um, let me check." Emily replied, quickly looking in a purse she didn't even notice she had. "Yes... my name's now Emily Linguini. Ew.... and oh crap yeah my dad isn't with my mom! She married some Italian guy, and looks much older now if these pics are up to date." She chuckled, scrolling through her phone.
"Makes sense." Rick sighed. "My memories from before my awareness was restored are still lingering. Em, I married your dad. God I even remember the honey moon in Hawaii."
"I guess since it hooked you up with him before to make me being your kid add up... it kept it that way for simplicity now." She sighed. "Okay. Okay we're both clearly freaked out. Let's just fix this okay?"
"How?" Rick asked nervously. "There's no reverse mode right? So... how do we get us back?"
Emily paused. She hadn't considered that. In fact, she hadn't considered them getting this scrambled! Rick was an adult woman, married to her father, while she had a new father with an older version of her own mom while she was old enough to BE her own mother. Where were they even supposed to start?
After a moment with the two paused, thinking of what was best, that's when....