Try to turn back into Mark

You aim the gun at yourself and start to think about your former life, while trying not to think about who you currently are.

"You are Mark, a (tom)boy that enjoys boy hobbies like tabletop games and (kinky) roleplaying and going to conventions. A (half) caucasian (half asian) born and raised American that loves their country."

*Zap*

Once the light fades, you think to yourself if you still got any effeminate desires to clean and be a good servant, and you are elated to find you can't really feel their presence anymore. You glance down and is comforted by the fact that you can't see any cleavage on your chest, and that you seem to be wearing a pair of military patterned denim shorts. However, it doesn't take you long to realize something feels... empty below, and the shirt you are wearing looks... embroidered, delicate and overly colorful. Not to mention your dainty arms and the locks of hair slowing down your shoulders. You drop the gun behind you and pull up your shirt to realize the truth.

You have to admit that you're still female, if not a very typical beauty. Vague memories of your mother coming from a japanese family on the west coast begin to appear in your mind. Then a childhood of hyperactive play and boyish interests which brought you more friends of the male gender than the females, which by the teenage years became a frustration when you realized men doesn't float your boat. You even tried it a few times before finding the courage to date a girl.

Memories of Stephanie arrives, pretty much the same as before, but this time, it is clear that you have been a bit more up front about your expectations for not ratting on her. Blood is thicker than water, but you were an American by heart and Asian only by your mother side of the family. Stephanie looks a bit confused as you bare your chest, but within moments reality seems to reassert itself in her mind as well, leaving her with a small smile on her face. "Was it some sort of sex toy? You don't like my mouth no more, Marquee?"

Memories of Stephanie's lips against your crotch makes you realize one thing about yourself. While you may not be much to look at in the chest department...

Your fat, dripping pussy lips are the best thing about your body, and you love getting eaten by your Asian roomate.

Within minutes you find yourself squealing in ecstacy as Stephanie eats your snatch up like a sweaty dumpling. After she's done paying her part of the rent for the day, you both get cleaned up and find new sets of clothes.

As you catch yourself pondering if it is time to shave your legs (and pussy) again, you remember that this was probably not who you were before you were an Asian maid. Some part of you think it would be hot as hell cosplaying as one, but your tomboyish upbringing makes it seem like a hassle as a life style. You prefer to hit on the girls you want to put your lips on, not be some girl's (or guy, for that matter) full time cleaning servant. As things are now, your life seems to have fallen back into a more familiar pattern, studies and part time jobs to pay for them and reading about cars and harry potter fiction online, with the exception of you being a bratty half-asian tomboy that likes girls.

You also realize that you left the gun in the living room, and decide you better go get it before it falls into the wrong hands.