A slut

The gun seemingly worked perfectly. and instead of Antony there is a rather sexy and scantily clad lady, with long brown hair a some good curves. The particular stereotype was a "back-alley slut", so she would make her living off selling herself. I suppose I should call her Antonia.

Antonia's current clothes consisted heels, small blue shorts and a tied shirt, giving a good view of her bra-less cleavage. She seemed stunned for a second, but after shook her head and seemed to clear her mind.

"Uhh, what happened? Mark? Oh, I remember, I'm out of money and had to pay a beer, and offer a quickie in exchange for you paying", she mumbled, and I was frankly somewhat shocked. That seemingly came out of nowhere, as I didn’t inject the thought into her, and she seems to have false memories where she was a girl before, but I wasn't about to complain about such a fantastic offer. I had by far enough money on me to pay the beer she’d been drinking, and I got to use her sexy body. This sexy slut just offered any of her holes for my use, all thanks to that gun I bought because of simple interest in an apparent novelty toy. I thanked the gun, which had once again vanished, before going to her and grabbing her, bending her over a dumpster.

Perfect, just perfect. Get back for all those years of misery while getting to fuck a sexy lady. I quickly pulled her shorts and the thong she was wearing under them down, settling for one of her lower holes, but wondered which one. The clearly wet pussy or her fantastic, juicy and clearly tight ass. I pondered the thought in my mind, weighing the two options.