The final event

Liam rolled...a 1. "An event?" He moved his token forward and picked up the card, "Magic Reality Altering Ray Gun Day! Each of you will be given a magic ray gun with a single charge. Once fired it will freeze time and give you complete control to alter your target however you see fit. Once you look in your changes, they become permanent. The spirits will vote on the change they enjoyed the best, the winner will receive a major reward and the remaining players will receive major penalties. Your target can be anyone over the age of 18, including yourself and other players. The game ends at midnight whether or not all shots have been fired."

"Wait...so I could like...undo it all?" Barbie asked.

Liam looked at the card again, "I don't see why not. I guess the only reason not to would be in case you lost. It doesn't say treasure cards and trap cards. It says major penalties. If the spirts, whoever the fuck they are, don't like what you did..."

She nodded, "Right. Out of the frying pan into the fire. I get it. Still...it might be worth it."

"Where's my ray gun? I have so many ideas!" Martha said.

"I don't know, it..." Liam didn't finish his sentence. He blinked and suddenly he was standing on the edge of campus with what appeared to be a plastic toy gun in his hand. He looked at it, it didn't look like much. "Huh...so what am I going to do?"

He instantly dismissed the idea of targeting himself. It just didn't seem worth it. After all compared to lots of the others he'd gotten off pretty easy. He also wrote off targeting the others, including Martha. He figured making their lives easier wouldn't earn him any points and he didn't have it in him to hurt them. That left targeting a stranger or someone he knew. It would be somewhat easier to go after someone he'd never see again, but that felt unnecessarily cruel. No, if he was going to fuck someone, he should look for someone who deserved it. Liam didn't really have any enemies but that didn't mean he wasn't aware of anyone deserving of a harsh lesson. He held the gun tightly and set off for the football field.

He found his target exactly where he expected to find him. Steve Cudmore was a grade A asshole. He was sexist, racist and a bully. He'd never picked on Liam himself, but Liam had seen him push around smaller guys and insult people like him based solely on their country of origin. He didn't know how accurate he had to be with this gun, but he didn't exactly want to run onto the field. In the end he decided it was too risky to take a shot from far away and miss. He'd definitely lose if he didn't get anyone. He ended up finding a spot in the bleachers to watch the team practice. He wasn't the only one there, although most of the audience was dating someone on the team. When practice was over he stood up and waited. As Steve was about to walk by he stepped in front of him, "What the...?" Steve began, but it was too late. Liam pulled the trigger. Time froze, including his own body. It was an extremely weird feeling. He was still thinking, but nothing else was moving. He also suddenly understood that he could do anything, absolutely anything to Steve.

And so Liam cursed him. Be the slurs you say. From now on anytime Steve said a slur his body would change just a little bit to be more like the group he was targeting. He also made it so that Steve would be aware of his changes, but the rest of the world wouldn't be, except Liam himself of course. And just in case Steve figured out the trigger and changed his language, Liam tied the changes to the intention behind the slur, and not the word itself. So if he stopped calling women bitches and used the word witches instead, he'd still end up a woman himself. Satisfied with his curse, he let time resume.

The ray gun disappeared. Steve acted as if nothing had happened at all, "...fuck are you doing Paki?" Liam rolled his eyes. Wasn't the first time he'd heard that, despite not being Pakistani at all. He noticed immediately that Steve's skin got a little bit darker.

Liam smirked and stepped aside, "Very sorry. Have a nice day."

"Whatever. Hey bitch do you have my water?" He called to a woman walking towards them. Instantly his face seemed just a little bit softer.

Liam felt like pushing him, "You shouldn't say that to women you know."

Steve glared at him, "What the fuck do you know? She likes it when I call her bitch. Women are all sluts and you have to treat them that way to establish your dominance. That's probably why you don't get any pussy, huh bro? Why the fuck are you here anyway? Go away."

By now Steve's face was perfectly smooth and devoid of hair. His arms were visibly less muscular but that was about the extend of what Liam could see. Oh well, it was obviously working. It was only a matter of time before straight white male Steve became gay black women Stevie. Liam doubted he would ever reform, no matter what happened to his body. But just in case he did, Liam had left an escape clause in the curse. If Steve ever did change his point of view and truly repented, his body would revert to normal. Ya, like that would ever happen. Liam smirked and hurried off, not wanting to be present when Steve finally realized he was different.