Herself?

She shoved the bimbo beam gun into her backpack and decided to head back to her dorm. She wasn’t really sure why she’d accepted it in the first place. That was crazy right? A magic gun that turns people into bimbo’s, it just couldn’t be real. She decided to just forget about it for now, she had homework to do after all.

Still, the thought of it kept nagging her. She tried to forget about it and concentrate on her assignment, but it was like it was calling to her. After a couple hours of work she suddenly slammed her laptop closed in frustration, “One shot, just to see.” She said to herself.

She opened her backpack and pulled out the gun. It looked like a kids toy, it was barely bigger than her hand and appeared to be made entirely of plastic. It weighed almost nothing, of course this just had to be a joke. She aimed it at the wall and pulled the trigger, and of course nothing happened.

“Just a toy,” She said aloud. Then she looked at it again and had another thought. On a whim she turned it around and aimed it at herself and pulled the trigger again. This time she saw a beam of light shoot out and hit her in the chest, “Holy crap!” She yelled, dropping the gun.

She touched her chest where the light had hit her, but nothing seemed different. It certainly didn’t hurt at all. She had a wall mirror so she walked over to it and looked at her reflection. She looked the same, didn’t she?

She walked back over and picked up the gun and carried it in front of the mirror. This required another test she figured. She wanted to see what would happen if she shot herself again. She watched her reflection closely as she pulled the trigger a second time. Again there was the flash of light, but nothing seemed different. Wait, she moved closer and pulled her ponytail in front of her face. Is my hair lighter, she asked herself.

Maybe the changes just aren’t instantaneous, she thought. She gently set the gun down and turned her head to look again. It was hard to tell, especially in the poor lighting her dorm room offered. She decided to forget about it for now, a watched pot never boils after all. She sat down and opened her laptop again and this time was able to lose herself in her work. She finished the assignment just after midnight and was exhausted. She didn’t even bother getting into her pajamas, she just collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.