From the hall came the sound of cracking glass. Pulling herself together Jenn fled from her suddenly transformed room, more so to escape the seemingly impossible reality of its new state than to investigate the sounds. As she feared her home was continuing to change, one by one the family photos that hung in the hall were beginning to expand and shift, shattering their frames as the glass tried to Change with them. The photos began to bleed and blur as the their content changed to reflect her new reality. Unable to watch Jenn fell to her knees and covered her tear stained eyes with her shaking hands, sobbing to herself.
Around her she could hear the sound frames rearranging themselves and photo-ink boiling but she could do little but just wallow in her own self pity. Only when she felt a sudden cold grip on her finger did allow herself to take stock of what was going on around her. The photos on the way, everything up to a year and a half ago was the same, but the newer ones had changed. They painted a clear picture, showing Jenn and he mother as a happily married couple. Their were even new photos from their wedding, showing the two of them standing at the alter together. Glancing down at her hand her fears were confirmed, a wedding ring she know recalled nervously selecting herself nearly two years ago rest on her ring finger.
Other unwanted memories began to fill her mind, filling in the gaps of her new life's story. Mostly it was unchanged, up until just over two years ago when her father was caught having a homosexual relation wither Jens boyfriend. Jens Mother had been devastated, the months following the divorce being some of the worse of her life, but Jen had been their to help her through it. And somehow...somehow a love had grown, one that went farther than a mother and daughters relationship ever should. Eventually Jenn had worked up the nerve to purpose and thanks to a few new federal laws that now existed thanks to the curse they had married.
Jenn knew the memories were wrong, just sick and perverted creations of the curse, but she still could not help having them. She openly shuttered as she recalled her wedding night with her mom, the things they had done to one another, the things they did to one another on a fairly regular basis in Jens knew bed.
Her father was still lived with them, and if her new memories were to be believed he was still dating her old boyfriend. Whatever she was going through he was experiencing it as well, only without the benefit of knowing how or why it was happening. She could only imagine how he was dealing with the changes, was he also starting to experience the same memories she was having to endure. Sobbing she realized that even if he did still know as she did his was wrong he would also have no choice in his new roll, he was now in a open homosexual relationship, just as she was.
Dear god what was she going to do when her mother god home?