Trisha finds the gun, uses it on Aaron

A few hours later

Trisha is sitting on the sofa with Rob, watching a stand up comedy show when knocking on the door is heard. Not wanting Rob to change the channel, Trisha reaches for the remote, but absentmindedly takes the stereotype gun instead, leaving it in her pocket as she heads for the entrance.

"You shouldn't leave your keys in the lock." - Aaron says with slightly high pitched tone of a smug child, - "What's that in your pocket? A water pistol? How childish."

Oops. Looks like you took that weird toy you found on your bed instead. Maybe Aaron ought to get a little bit wet to lower his ego a bit? I'm sure whatever Japanese babe he's screwing does that aplenty, but he's always in need for more.

Trisha takes the stereotype gun out and points it at Aaron:

"Well if that annoys you, let's see how you enjoy drying your clothes!"

*ZAP*

In front of you no longer was Aaron. Instead in your eyes with a lusty glint was staring a well endowed American Asian babe by the name of Amiko. Long transparent leggings clung to her thighs as her dress barely contained her large breasts as her red lips mischievously smiled.****

"It's empty. What a shame. You should fill it up for tonight though, it'll be so much fun." - Amiko spoke with a sultry, barely even accented voice, - "I hear Rob is back as well. Let's start now then?"

The seductress cozily moaned, as she started to take her clothes off, one by one. Trisha was confused, yet for some reason Amiko's actions didn't seem unusual, in spite of her being Aaron only a minute ago. As the Asian's clothes dropped to the ground, she grabbed your chocolate hand and began to run it across her flawless body. Your could feel the winter cooled skin rapidly heating up as you inhaled the lovely smell of cinnamon fragrance.

As you stood there trying to make sense of the situation, Amiko started to undress Trisha's casual clothes too one by one, until the stockbroker was naked, your pert nipples and still wet cunt exposed under the Asian's gaze. You could feel the smooth white hands as they ran up and down her body, massaging your breasts as they took off your red bra and long fingers dug into your firm butt as yoga pants came off. Amiko took a quick step back and clapped once as she lustily dug into Trisha's image.

Underneath she revealed several tattoos - a passage above your boobs and two knuckledusters on your belly. Tattoos? You don't remember having tattoos! Furthermore, you quickly realized as you took a look at the window nearby that you had several small piercings on your face, and your head was much cooler as you now sported short tomboyish hair. Though you kept telling yourself that Amiko used to be the asshole Aaron, this felt familiar, as if you had done this a hundred times. Slowly lewd memories drifted into your head as you stood there naked, your hands giving your tight still slightly wet butt a nice squeeze.