John carefully put the camera in his bag, and walked out to his car. He put the bag down and went to check the mail.
"Junk mail ag-" He started before the truck sent him flying through the air to his death.
The camera moved from place to place after that before landing in a shop full of old paintings and antiques where the old appearing camera was right at home.
There, a college girl named Teresa was looking for something to get to show her friends. She was wearing gray knee high socks and black boots with a black skirt and white blouse. She tilted head and her back hair fell out of her face when she saw the camera, and she picked it up.
"This is kinda neat." She said picking it up and point it at herself. The camera flashed as she accidentally took a picture of herself. She was stunned and didn't notice her socks were changing, growing up her skirt and thinning into pantyhose.
"I need this camera." She said not understanding why it was so important, but knowing that she needed it. "I need to get more pantyhose too. I only have three pairs..."
She walked to the cashier, a young blonde, and paid for the camera, and took a picture of the blonde. The cashier absent mindedly rubbed her legs together, no long in white ankle socks, but covered in white hose, and thanked Teresa for her purchase and mentioned something about remembering that she needed more pantyhose.
Teresa definitely found something to show her friends, she thought as she left the store and headed to meet them at the mall.
