What Indeed?

Even before we turned around, I know what we were going to see. A hot, bottomless blonde wielding a toy gun. A gun that has the power to completely change people into radically different versions of themselves. Jackie clearly knew it too, as she's grumbling something about buying a "damn fucking gun safe."

And lo and behold, I was right. There stands Salli, posing with the gun like she's on the "Charlie's Angels" poster. "Man, my brother had a gun like this when we were young. Little shit never let me play with though. You must have found it at a flea market something. Maybe eBay?"

I **** a grin, but I'm sure it failed to hide my nervousness. "Something like that. Here let me show you something cool I figured out about it..."

"Hold on, let me check it out a little bit. Hey, does it look like I'm that girl from that space warrior movie? Fuck she was so hot!" With that Salli began spinning the gun around and aiming the gun at various item. The TV, "PEWPEW!" The front door, "ZIP!" Then finally, me. Somehow, I knew I wasn't going to get a vocal sound effect. As if it were in slow motion, I saw her finger tense on the trigger. Diving at Jackie, we hit the deck. ::ZAP!::

Salli's shot missed us, but it did hit the mirror that was hanging over the dining room. Which promptly returned the beam back to sender.

"Holy shit that was loud!" A small, retreating part of my mind recognized something had changed. And then, it was gone. Before us stood the Salli Jackie and I had always known, doubled over, likely reeling from the blast.

"WHAT THE FUCK! What happened to me?"

"Huh? What are you talking about Salli? Are you okay?" Jackie moved towards her friend.

"No, I'm not okay, that gun did something to me. Look at me, holy fuck, what am I wearing? This isn't my uniform!"

"Uniform? You don't wear a uniform. You're a dominatrix at the Latex Lounge." I offered.

"Latex...no, I deliver packages for my job...look there's my truck...where the fuck is my truck?"

Jackie and I went to stand beside her at the window. "You drove up in that blue sports car, Salli. Hell, as long I've known you, you've refused to even step foot in a pickup truck. They're 'beneath you.'" My brunette wife tried to reason.

"This gun...it changed me, but neither of you remember...you knew it would happen! That's why Mark was trying to take it away from me, and why Jackie looked like she was about to shit a kitten. Well, I'm going to teach you not to play tricks on me!"

"Salli...what are you..."

"Quiet, bitch! You may call me Mistress S. Now, slut, come over here and suck my big black cock!"

Holy shit...I hadn't even noticed the strap-on! And now Jackie was moving towards "Mistress S" as if she had no other option. I might not remember the delivery driver Salli claimed to have been before, but based off her actions, she definitely had been changed by the gun. Neither Jackie or I could remember it, so we must not have been touching her when it happened. I looked on as Jackie began slobbering over the fake cock. I couldn't let this continue. This Mistress persona was trouble enough, but her having the gun? Unacceptable.

Salli was thoroughly entranced by the sight of Jackie attempting to swallow as much of that silicon schlong as possible that she didn't notice me sneaking up beside her. I grabbed the gun and pulling with all my might, yanked it out of her hand, falling backwards to the floor. My relief to have the gun back quickly turned to fear as Salli stormed towards me, irate, with her menacing strap-on swaying from side to side. "You little worm! Give that back this instant."

I'd like to say that I had a great one liner prepared, but I didn't. In fact, I found it hard not to simply just hand her the gun. Her personality was just that imposing. It took all the resolve I had to pull the trigger. As I shielded my eyes from the now expected glare, I just hoped that whatever the gun turned "Mistress S" into would be something less...domineering.