Second Shot, Second Chance

Eric sat alone on the couch, the weight of the stereotype gun heavy in his hands. The vendor’s warning played on loop in his mind:

"It’s not a mind control device. It won’t make them like you."

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t adjust things.

Lauren was gorgeous now for sure, all curves and confidence, the kind of woman who could make a living just by existing online. But she wasn’t his.

What if…

His grip tightened around the gun.

He didn’t just want a hot roommate. He wanted a hot roommate who wanted him.

Her bedroom door creaked open, pulling him from his thoughts. Lauren padded out, her oversized sleep shirt doing little to hide the new, exaggerated curves beneath. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head in a way that made Eric’s throat go dry.

"Ugh, I need to brush my teeth before bed," she murmured to herself, her voice still that breathy, exaggerated tone.

Eric’s pulse pounded in his ears.

This was his chance.

He raised the gun, his mind racing with possibilities.

Not just a bimbo. Not just an OnlyFans girl.

Someone who wants- no, has to be with me.

He pulled the trigger.

A brilliant beam of light erupted from the barrel, slamming into Lauren’s back just as walked past him through their lounge. She gasped, her body jerking forward as the energy wrapped around her, lifting her off her feet for one suspended moment.

Then the light exploded, filling the apartment with blinding white radiance.

Eric shielded his eyes, heart hammering.

When the glare faded, Lauren was sprawled on the floor, groaning.

And then she turned her head-

And looked right at him.

With new eyes.