Magic camera (Patreon)

- So, I repeat once again, who are you and how did you get into my house?

My father, who was now standing in my room, said in a loud voice. But I was still looking at the photo of a strange girl in a camera I bought at a garage sale. My hands were shaking and I was very, very confused, and I didn’t understand anything he was saying to me.

- Stop being silent! Tell me who the fuck are you?!

- Papá, realmente no sé cómo explicar esto, pero soy tu hijo y esta cámara... (Dad, I really don’t know how to explain this, but I am your son and this camera...)

He knocked the camera out of his hands so that I didn’t even understand how it happened, but I noticed how the camera hit the wall, which made me scream loudly so that I didn’t expect myself to scream like that

- I already called the police

The last word caused me a storm of indignation and fear. I didn't think he actually did it and didn't even notice it. All the time after the transformation I was in shock and did not have time to realize anything.

- ¡Policia! ¡No no no! (Police! No, no, no!)

Realizing that I was speaking some other language, I still did not know that I was speaking Spanish, although I could have already guessed it. However, as I said, everything was too fast. Just a few minutes ago I was myself and looking at an unusual old camera that I found at a garage sale from a strange man from a neighboring area.

I didn't know how to use this device, but it seemed quite simple. All you had to do was insert batteries and press a few buttons. It was a really simple device, but for some reason it didn't work. I tried to photograph everything in my room, but the photo never came out. Finally, I got desperate and decided to take a selfie, when suddenly I saw a flash and heard a “click” sound, as if the photo had actually taken place.

Turning the camera and looking at the photograph, I did not immediately understand how the girl ended up in the photo. Not immediately, but then I felt the touch of my new long hair, which tickled my shoulders a little, and looking down, I realized that it was really my hair. Dark hair went down almost to the neckline, in which a woman's breasts were visible.

I put the photo down and grabbed my tits, feeling the soft, tender flesh fall into my hand and feeling strange new sensations - both pleasant and unusual. And at that moment my father came in and wanted to ask me something, but I didn’t even understand what he was saying. I tried to tell him about the camera and the truth, but he didn’t understand me, and I didn’t understand him. And now I found myself with a broken camera that could change me back and which was now lying on the floor. I was waiting for the police in my own house and understood that I had nothing to tell them and that I didn’t even know who I was and of course I didn’t have any documents or evidence that I was not an illegal immigrant.