Mark thinks for a moment before telling her what he knows

You blink for a fraction of a second as you ponder what to say. "-Don't- pull the trigger...The gun changes people when you fire it at them and they don't remember who they were before," you blurt out as you gaze at Jackie, who looks at you with the weirdest face you've seen on her face so far. Luckily she stopped aiming the gun at you, though it's a bit weird that she's was aiming it at the roof before sliding it down her side, as if there had been recoil that you hadn't noticed...

"Oh my god, you're telling the truth!" Jackie exclaimed after a giggle.

"How do you know that?" you ask yourself as you look down your body. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. You glance up at Jackie and harrumph. "You didn't fire the gun!"

"I did! It almost flew out of my arm! You didn't notice?"

You get a bit nervous now and tilt your head at her for a moment, causing some strands of your bang to fall into your eyes. You instinctively pull them out of sight and put your hands down on your thighs, your legs spread from previous flirting with the neighbor. "No... did you change me?" you say with what you're sure is a look of disbelief on your face.

Marcy Stood up to give herself a closer look. She was wearing something flirty like she usually does. Daisy dukes, pink boots with knee high socks and a pink top, along with plenty of make-up. Marcy is a bit vain, so she sort of turned her neighbor into something close to herself when she accidentally shot him. Though to be fair, if she knew it worked she might have aimed for something more masculine. Sexy girls can have a lot of fun on the hunt together, but sometimes it's fun just to get a handsome man to play with all by yourself. Not that Marcy wouldn't go down on a girl if she was eager to reciprocate. And the neighbor had become quite the juicy little girl to seduce after she accidentally changed him.

"I did! Well, I didn't mean to, but I thought it was just a toy! Oh my God, this is making me so hot!" Jackie gasped, breathing heavily while rubbing a nipple between two fingers and looking at the gun in her other hand. "and now I remember, we were totally flirting, but now I remember us flirting like we are now."

"What did I use to be before?" Marcy asked her as she got up from the couch and moved over Jackie, gently pulling the gun out of her hands and sticking it into the hem of her shorts by the small of her back. "I have no memory of being anyone but Marcy."

"Oh! Ah, you're Marcy now, right..." Jackie muttered as she looked down Marcy's cleavage. "You're so gorgeous, now. You were... okay, I guess before, but not this hot," she continued in a hushed tone as she moved up and put her arms around Marcy's back, hugging their tits together.

Marcy groaned as she felt the heat of Jackie's tits squashing up against her own, her heart began to race as she pondered if she should pursue the question of her former identity or have a little fun with the minx who made her who she had been her entire life.