Use the gun on Steve

You decide that you have to check if the gun actually works on someone else than yourself, so you pick it up and walk into the kitchen, having a seat at the table just as Steve enters from the hallway. "Hey, handsome," you say to him in that voice you use when you are about to suggest you should get freaky, and you spread your legs and pose to show off your curves to bring the point home.

Steve puts down the grocery bags he's brought with him on the kitchen floor and slowly rise up as he drinks you in. "Hey, Marcy. I thought you were busy with a test today?" he says with a hint of regret, implying that if he knew she was more in the mood for fun, he'd been home quicker.

You nod apologetically "I bought this weird toy gun on my way home, and I just wanted to try it out before I get back to the studies. Would you mind letting me zap it at you to see if it does anything? It should be harmless: I used it on myself, but I can't really tell if it did anything," you say as you let your full lips pout into a slight smile as you press your breasts together with your arms and cradle the gun at your cleavage. "I promise I'll pay you back for it," you whisper with a raised eyebrow, looking over the rim of your reading glasses at him.

"Well, if you insist," Steve concedes with a vague look of confusion on his face, though one he suppresses as he picks up your hints.

Men, you're way too easy to convince, you think to yourself with a mental eye roll. You bounce up from the kitchen chair, squeal at his assent and do a little twirl, sending a jiggle through your breasts and your rear for his viewing pleasure. "Alright, One stereotype gun zap, coming right up," you say and point the gun at him, think of what you'd like to change him to and pull the trigger.

Steve gives you a look as he hears the name of the gun, but almost immediately, he disappears in a blinding flash of light. After a few seconds, you blink and find in the spot Steve was standing...