"Your dad's right," Janet said with a deep, whispery voice that frequently sent middle school girls into fits of ecstasy. Even her words of maternal authority couldn't not give the voice justice. "Change us back, and we'll leave that thing for good. We'll head back to the car, fix it up, and be home in no time. How's that sound?"
"I don't know how to change you back!" Megan cried. "I just pressed a button and now you're all the popular kids at my school! There's no label that says, 'you will become Jared, Molly, and Amber,' or 'you will go back to being Mom, Dad, and Alan.' It just--"
"Jeez, Megan, enough with the whining!" Alan snapped. He unconsciously glanced rolled his eyes and whipped Molly's hair over his shoulder. "Just press random buttons until we change back!"
"Actually, when you put it like that..." Janet began, but it was too late. Megan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and pressed a different button at random.
This time the contraption conducted its change with less subtlety. It shuddered violently in Megan's hands, and she had to fight to hold on. From deep inside the device, an automated voice repeated, "Overload. Overload. Overload," until the remnants of the house--and all of reality--swam across the family's vision. They found their own bodies twisting and turning, bending painlessly under the strain of a much greater alteration. When the machine calmed, and with it the world around them...
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