Wait...What?

Mark and Jackie had quickly fallen asleep in, apparently what is now THEIR bed. When the day started, he was a single dude living in the suburbans, dangerously close to falling into a rut. Now, his life has been completely turned on its head. A random toy gun that he found on the street has gifted him with a beautiful, smart, and wickedly mischievous woman who is currently playing the roll of the little spoon, grinding her ass into his dick as she sleeps. His wife.

Wait...Wife? What? Mark bolt from his slumber. Did the zap that created Jackie change him too? Jackie said they were married, but neither she, nor Mark, nor Gina blinked at that statement. The gun changed the packages that Salli was dropping off earlier, and apparently the name of the restaurant Gina worked for. Not only are Mark and Jackie apparently actually married, but Mark wasn't upset at all, which he found massively weird.

As he tried to wrap his head around what's happened, there was a loud knocking on at front door. Checking his watch Mark found that it was a little after 1am. And he sees a wedding band on his ring finger. That was definitely not there when he got home from work yesterday. Nor were the pictures of Jackie on what must have been his wedding day that now adorn the bedroom wall.

Another volley of pounding on the door breaks Mark out of his reverie. Throwing on a pair of shorts and a shirt he stumbles his way down the darkened staircase. Pulling open the door he found Mr. Anderson. Gary...maybe? Not a great thing to not know your father-in-law's name Mark mused. "What can I do for you Gary?"

"Look Mark, you may have married my slut daughter, but that doesn't mean you can keep the rest of the cul-de-sac up all night screaming like banshees. Some of us have work in the morning!" The Jackie's dad is clearly drunk, listing as he talks.

"It's Saturday. And we were asleep when you started trying to pound the door down."

"So what if it is Saturday? Get a real job you lazy..." Gary trailed off as he sees Jackie coming up behind Mark wearing nothing but a large, threadbare t-shirt. Mark noticed with a bit of anxiety that she was pointedly keeping one of her arms behind her back.

"Dad, what are you doing here? You're drunk, you're screaming and it's late. Go home and sleep it off."

"You cannot talk to me like that! I'm still your father and as long as you live under my roof..."

"Dad!" Jackie snaps. "I don't live with you, I live here. I can talk to you however I want...Aw fuck it. Mark, I'm taking my free shot."

Thrusting the blaster's against Mark's arm, Jackie aimed at her father and pulled the trigger, blinding all three of them. Once his vision returned to him Mark saw that Gary was gone. In his place was a short, barely dressed Asian woman.

As the new comer to the situation opened her mouth to speak Jackie interrupted her. "Shut up. I don't want to hear it tonight. Go home and we'll talk about it in the morning." As she closed the door on what was her dad, she turned to you. Come on Mark. Let's go back to bed, and we can deal with this," gesturing towards the door with the gun, "later."