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"It's no good," Alex groans as you enter her bedroom. "Oh hi Jamie," she says as she notices you've arrived.

"What's bugging you?" you ask, seeing a lot of crumpled paper on the desk in front of her.

"I don't know exactly, but it seems, in modern day terms, I've lost power."

"Hmm, so there's some mana pool in play?"

"Seems that way. Which I guess can be good, but I'd love to know how much gas you got in your tank. Or how to refill it for that matter," Alex sighs.

"So, what did you do to run your batteries dry?"

"Um... bimbo gun..." Alex mutters as she apologetically presents what looks like an airsoft replica of a semi-automatic pocket pistol, colored in various hues of pink.

"... bimbo gun?" you mutter dumbfounded in response.

"Well yeah, old me had a collection of airsoft guns where present me keep my Bad Dragon dildo collection, so I figured I'd kitbash something to represent past and present me."

"By making an airsoft gun that turns people into bimbos?" you deadpan. Alex nods eagerly in reply. "And why not hunky himbos or gender-constant dumbos... or statues... or dust?"

"Hmm, I figured you'd get jealous or feeling outmatched if it made a himbo gun, or I'd get greedy and test it on you in a moment of weakness. Second, it's not permanent to be turned into a bimbo, where being turned into a statue or dust sounds more permanent. Though, I have no proof that I can't bring anyone back to life, I'm not going to figure that out by killing someone first. Oh, and I think it would be fun to have a threesome or just watch while you fuck some sense into someone who deserved getting turned into a bimbo," Alex explains the two first arguments quickly before

"Seems a bit morally dubious that last part, doesn't it?"

"Eh, they were probably going to do the same to us, or worse, if we need to use this," Alex shrugs as she spins the pink pistol around her index finger, making you lean back in apprehension for a second. "It's unarmed. I lost juice when I was making these," she says as she pulls out four casings without bullets.

"Blanks?"

"Yeah, I was wishing that it would work by just pointing in the right direction and pulling the trigger, but it started popping these out of thin air after the gun was complete," Alex explains as she lines up the four blanks on the table. "So, I figure it's some sort of metaphor for the amount of times you can bimbo someone. And how much mana I had available for it."

"Hmm, so changing someone in such a dramatic manner seems to take a lot of mana. Four bullets, though? I'm wondering how much I spent on turning myself back this morning. Or how much I lost when I initially got changed," you ponder.

"My guess, you got about two bullets worth left?" Alex says with a shrug before holding the pink gun with the handle out for you to grab. "Want to try and make some more bullets for science?" she asks with her goblin grin.

"Well, I guess it doesn't leave us all defenseless," you concede as you take the gun. "So what was the mantra you used, so we bake the cake from the same recipe."

"Hmm... This gun turns human targets into very friendly bimbos," Alex recants and pauses for a moment. "Without the hmm. Oh, and just repeated mentally. Not sure if that changes things, but at least you don't get tongue tied."

"Okay," you say as you kneel next to her desk, lay your hands on top of the gun and begin chanting. Within a few seconds you hear the tittering sound of casings falling over and rolling in the cavity of your hands. You lift your hands and find two blanks lying next to the gun. "Looks like you were on point. Two blanks ready to go."

Alex momentarily does a small sitting victory dance. "At least we're learning something," she beams as she picks up the bullets and slides them into the magazine. "Now, we just need to figure out how we get more mana."

"And other supplies," you add. "Speaking of which, what do you think is the best time to go to the library?"

Alex ponders the question for a few moments. "Not sure. There's a reason I made this gun though. Remember those silhouettes we saw in a window?"

"The BDSM people with masks?" you reply.

"Well, that might have been the case, but I suspect it's more likely they had a bad case of the furries. Like, seven foot four hundred pound fuzzy furries."

"Oh... Well at least I should be able to see them," you say as you point at your feline eyes. "Oh, and I learned a bit of martial arts the easy way, so I got some basic skills in place. Weight doesn't matter too much if you know how to handle it."

"Oh, you know kung fu?" Alex smirks and gives you a hungry look.

You try not to audibly groan. "Sure. Sure..."