John Adams - Deadbeat student

John was as average as they came. With his short brown hair, brow-green eyes, medium but slightly pudgy frame and less than ideal posture he rarely stood out in a crowd.
He currently found himself in some storage room behind campus after having caught wind of the resale value of certain theatre props.

He didn't exactly consider it stealing, though it very much was. To him it was fair game given how rarely these props were used now that the university had shut down the theatre faculty. They were just sitting there, waiting for someone to come by and grab them. If John didn't take them, someone else surely would. At least that's what he told himself..

The space was poorly lit, just a lone hanging lightbulb to brighten up the whole shed. Stumbling over boxes upon boxes of what at a glance appeared to be garbage, John's patience was running out. There was supposed to be some expensive stuff here, not this garbage. Old smelly costumes, paper props and handmade trinkets was all he could find. The big money spotlights and technical equipment was nowhere to be seen.

Only as he was ready to leave did luck strike. A clumsily positioned foot caused a box to tumble over and all of it's contents with it. John wasn't even gonna look at the items, but there was one specific object that caught his eye. A black gun. It wasn't obvious at a glance that it was in fact a fake gun, but upon closer inspection it became evident. It had no functionality. The hammer didn't move, nor did the safety. It was all a near monolithic block of metal and plastic. Still, it was cool enough for John to find it interesting enough to bring back. It was probably not worth a whole lot, but he could definitely play around with it. Maybe get a good scare out of his roommate.

Upon entering his dorm John immediately recognized a pair of shoes in the hallway as neither his nor James'. Typical. James was hyper social, always bringing people to the dorm to hang out and such. John's only request was that he give a heads-up first. It's exhausting to come home to some complete stranger lounging around in your living room. Hell, with the insane amounts of visitors it was almost at the point where James should've paid more rent than John.

The shoes weren't men's shoes though. If not made obvious by their small size, the hot pink and white accents sure gave it away.
John knew James to be a player of sorts. The two males were in stark contrast to each other. While John was established as the most average guy in existence, James was anything but.
He took great care of himself, combine that with his already good genes and you've got a 6'1 guy that looked as though he'd been dragged off the set of a Hollywood film.
The sheer difference between them caused a great deal of envy to form with John.

Envy was precisely the feeling that struck him when he stepped into the living room. James had really outdone himself. Sitting across from him at the dinner table was one of the hottest women John had ever seen. Long locks of beautiful blonde hair framed her youthful face. She had a small nose that ended in an upwards curve. Completing her near perfect face were a pair of plump lips and piercing blue eyes.

Neither one of them had noticed John enter. Be it an act of jealousy or just out of pure spite, he figured he'd disrupt their romantic dinner in a rather nasty manner. Already wearing a black beanie he added a black scarf to cover his face somewhat before bursting into the living room with his newly acquired fake gun.

"Nobody move! Give me all your money!!"

He was no actor. It was immediately obvious to James that it was his flat-mate being a dick. The blonde accompanying him didn't register that though, she'd stooped down below the table for cover almost immediately. Annoyed that James had caught on so quickly, John finished of the skit by fake firing the gun, mouthing "BANG!" as he faked the recoil.
To his surprise, the gun actually fired a beam that hit it's target dead on. The beam enveloped both James, the girl, and the table in a flash of light before fading.

Looking back up from the gun in confusion, John noticed that the picture had changed somewhat. He could still just barely make out there being a person under the table, though she was much closer to James, more specifically his crotch.
James was however the biggest change to the scenery. His toned and tall physique had been completely replaced with a much more ..compact package. Compact in the sense that he was considerably shorter with a notable beer-gut. His face and hair was unkempt and there were clear stains on his t-shirt.

Before John got the chance to question his roomie, James spoke up in a surprised, stuttering voice.

"I-I ..th -thought you wouldn't be h-home for a-aa nother hour.."

There was no way that this stuttering mess of a guy was the same James as before. Besides the physical aspect there was clearly a change upstairs as well. His stuttering and apparent lack of self esteem were dead giveaways.

Before John had the chance to inspect and reflect any further another phenomenon demanded his attention. The wet slurping sounds coming from under the table where the blonde had dropped just a few moments earlier.

There's no way ..right?

Wrong. The situation was just what your mind wanders to when you hear slurping noises coming from underneath a table. While James had been turned from stud to chubby greasy pushover, the beautiful blonde girl that oozed class and style was busy slobbering away at his member. It was difficult to tell from John's vantage point, but the little shine of her hair that was visible through the chair legs was much different to what it had been.

After staring shocked at the scene unfolding before him, his roommate suddenly tensed up and groaned. Shortly after the mystery woman crawled back out from underneath the table and oh boy was she a different cup of tea than before. First of all, her hair was by no means a natural blonde anymore. No, rather than the beautifully styled locks of gold, it was flat and lifeless. The natural blonde had been replaced with an artificial platinum hue. The fake nature of it was made all the more apparent by the darker shade roots that told a tale of how long ago it'd been since she last got it dyed. Judging by her general attire one wouldn't be mistaken to suspect it'd been a while due to financial reasons as her wardrobe practically screamed cheap and trashy.

The tight jeans and pique-shirt were long gone. In their place was a pair of ripped daisy dukes that would better serve as underwear rather than shorts. Her top morphed into a parody of itself with a deep cleavage that showcased the top of her obviously fake breasts. Her piercing nipples also made it abundantly clear that she was in fact not wearing a bra.
Licking up a few stray drops of cum was her pierced tongue as she slowly used it to gather what had been spewed around her enhanced lips.

"That was delish sugar, but I've gotta go now. Thanks for paying up front.."

She was a hooker!? Then again, one would be mad to not conclude otherwise after having seen what John just saw, not to mention her general appearance now.
Had the gun really turned James into a complete loser while also turning what was the pinnacle of feminine class into a lowly whore? Surely that wasn't the case.. If it was, boy would John exploit it to the best of his abilities. How would he be able to confirm it though? And how did it even work?