Tell her of the gun

As you stand there cooking and let the silence grow for a few minutes, you decide it's not right to keep this thing a secret to Erica. It might be very dumb of you to tell her, but you fear the alternative is worse.

"You remember the car we looked at yesterday?" you ask Erica as you've both dug halfway through your breakfasts.

She glanced up and gave you a look that was a mix of curiosity and lust. "I do recall the trip and you almost dying on the tarmac, almost giving me a heart attack."

"Haha," you say before pausing, putting down your knife and fork. "Actually, I wanted to tell you something related to that," you say, causing Erica to tilt her head. "In the glove compartment of that car, there was an item. A weird ray gun."

"A ray gun?" Erica said and giggled. "Wow, you think the car belonged to a television production crew? Maybe it's worth something?"

"Oh, it's definitely worth something, because it is weird because it works," you say, doing your best to ignore Erica's teasing foot sneaking up along your inner thigh and keep a straight face.

"Is it a sex toy?" she asked, her toe beans rubbing at your crotch now.

"No, that's just lewd," you say as you roll your leg under her foot, causing her to lose purchase on your chair and crotch with a small pout. "It changes people you hit with it into whatever is on your mind when you fire it."

Erica paused as she began thinking about what you just said for a long second, blinking with a confused look on her face. "You believe that? Are you sure you didn't hit your head."

"I'm sure," you say, getting slightly exasperated at her hesitant attitude. You get up and walk into the living room, picking up the box. "Here, I put it under the radiator to charge it," you say as you take the lid off it and pull the artifact out of its casket.

"It charges like a cat?" she asks with a smirk, giving the gun a glance as she realizes you actually got something to show.

"It charges from thermal, heat, and from the text, 'lewd'," you sigh and glance at the screen. "Hm, three charges. It only gained a charge overnight. It's called a Stereotype Gun from what I can read off it."

"I think it sounds more like a sex toy than anything else," Erica said and shrugged with her shoulders, taking a distracted mouthful of breakfast with her fork. "So. Stereotype gun. You're saying it can change reality three times before it's empty?"

"Yeah. And there's various options in the menu here. The first option is basically that you think about something and shoot, then the target gets turned into that."

"Wow," Erica said, with a hint of getting bored with the subject. "And then they scream and call the police or what?"

"No... well, they sort of don't remember that anything has changed," you say as you realize you're getting close to a slightly sensitive subject you were dreading to approach.

"Do you remember? I'd think so, considering how engaged you are with this trinket," Erica said before gasping. "Did you shoot someone at the lot? The salesman, or some random person walking by?"

Bless her heart. Erica's not the smartest tool in the shed, but you're suspecting she's not willing to think you've done anything to her because she loves you, or she's just thinking you're pulling her leg.

"I shot..."