"It's just a toy, don't try to change the subject."

You decide to pretend it's nothing, roll your eyes and give him the **** stare. "It's just a toy, don't try to change the subject: Why are you in my room?"

"I, uh, was looking for my shirt, remember? Ugh, you should be more chill, bitch," He whines, a hand to his face as he looks down casually aims the gun at your leg and pulls the trigger as if expecting nothing to happen.

The room flashes white for a split second and you see Aaron is scrunching his face and blinking while recovering from the use of the gun. You don't really feel the effects that much for some reason, so you step over to him and snap the gun out of his hands.

"You asshole," you tell him as you glance at yourself in the mirror, pondering if he's changed something to you.

You notice you're wearing a cute outfit of pink spandex hot pants with multi-colored frills in the back, a pink bikini top, and matching fishnet stockings. Wait, you think it's cute? Objectively women would probably hate this thing. You just got home from a shift at the local strip parlor, and didn't care to change because you were feeling jiggly and raunchy for some dick. "You turned me into a fucking slut? Aaron, You asshole," you say, but you're feeling your anger subside quickly. Did he say you should be more chill? You're the most chill girl around, though...

"I didn't mean to," he stuttered, paralyzed with confusion and fear. "I didn't know that gun works."

"Well it does, and now you know it works," you sigh as you ponder what to do about this. Aaron knows about the gun, he used it on you, and you remember having used it on yourself before he did. You turned yourself from a average guy, into a stripper with no sexual hangups, who fucks anyone you feel like, or anyone who asks, you dress scantily and love bad boys like Aaron...

Hm.

You can guess you didn't really change into that person voluntarily, and it seems that by using the gun on yourself you've granted yourself a immunity against having your entire original existence rewritten.

And it means, since Aaron didn't change himself, he isn't safe from being completely rewritten by the gun. You smile at him as he blinks with apprehension, pondering where to go with this.