The Truth...

"I managed to hit you," You tell Erica, deciding to be honest. "I was frustrated with you having a tantrum in public and accidentally activated the gun. Everything went white and I came back on my knees."

"Really?" Erica said as she gave you a incredulous look. "So you shot me with the ray gun and changed me somehow?" She continued as she glanced down at herself for a second. "I'm not sure I'd want to know what you changed, if this is real."

"Yeah, I can see that issue," You say as you consider your options. "Truth be told, I'm suspecting I'm the only one who remembers the old you. If you want to know I could tell you. Hell, I could even turn you back, but..."

"But what?"

"Suffice to say, we were maybe not as intimate before I shot you," you say, figuring that much of the truth would probably be in your favor.

"Oh my!" Erica said and began to giggle. "So, whatever I was, I wasn't your forbidden lover? And if I'm to go back, I'd probably forget about all of..." she said as she got up and walked over to you, firmly inside your comfort zone. She looked into your eyes as she put her hand around your waist and pulled you close. "-this?" she said with a smirk as she glanced towards the gun.

"Um, yeah," you say, the sensation of your dick pressing up against her stomach proving hard to ignore. Erica merely smiled mischievously. "I sure would hope you'd forget it if I turned you back."

"Well, then I suggest we unanimously agree that we're not going to turn me back to my previous form," she said as she took your armed hand and lifted the gun up to look at it more closely. "If this thing actually works as you say, which the jury is still out on."

You exhale a sigh of relief for a moment before doing a small double take. "You don't think it works?"

"You've just been waving a sex toy in my face the past five minutes for all that I know," she says as she wraps her hands around the gun, glancing up at you for permission to hold it.