Cool black dad

As you pull the trigger you wish he could understand how isolated you feel and at the same time, you wish he would still be a good dad. Drawing on childhood memories of watching reruns of The Cosby Show and the Fresh Prince the gun reshapes him rewriting his whole life in the process. His skin darkens and his features shift, he is still recognisable as your dad but he now has an unmistakably African American appearance. He also grows a few inches and sheds a few pounds. You guess his game is basketball ball now instead of football.

You gape at the handsome older black man that has replaced your dad. The physical transformation is incredible enough but even more amazing is how he doesn't even seem to notice the change.

"No but seriously you gotta stay strong" he says his voice deeper and smoother than before "Lord knows it wasn't easy for me moving to this white bread town but if I hadn't stuck with it I'd never have met your momma and we wouldn't have you kids and I wouldn't trade you guys for the world. You've gotta remember you are strong beautiful woman of color and there ain't no hater can ever take that away from you."

Your eyes go wide as you realise the implications of what he's saying. Glancing down at your hands you see that your skin is suddenly much darker.

You make an excuse and rush to your room. Standing in front of your mirror you can't believe how you have changed. You still have your mom's green eyes behind thick glasses and you still wearing the same Harry Potter shirt you picked out this morning but everything else about you is different. Your mousy brown hair is now a mass if tight black curls. Your skin is smooth and dark, the colour of strong coffee and cream. Your full lips part in a smile as you twist to admire your new body. You are still a little on the heavy side but most of your body fat seems to have migrated to your backside giving you an epic blackgirl booty.

"Damn girl" you tell yourself "That is one fine ass!"

Clearly the gun is more powerful than coild have imagined. It hasn't just changed your father's body and mind but the whole of reality. Dad has always been a black man and so you (and presumably the rest of your siblings) have always been mixed race. You can even feel new memories creeping into the corners of your mind. Memories that match the new reality you have created.

The idea that the gun can create such far reaching changes is frightening and thrilling at the sametime. You wonder if you should keep experimenting or hide the gun away for safekeeping...