You have second thoughts

"Never mind," you say as you try to shake the weird androphile thoughts out of your head. You wrap your hand around the barrel of the gun and point it up into the ceiling so you don't accidentally get zapped again. "I need to think about this for a minute. Can I have the gun back?"

"Um, if you promise not to shoot me with it?" Amy says, still glancing all over at you. She feels a lot bigger now than a few seconds ago, so you're not sure you'd easily be able to rip the gun out of her hands.

You sigh and give her a subtle look of displeasure. You notice that she's picking up on it and emoting her own reservations about the situation. Hmm, you wonder if you'd notice all of this before as... who you were before. "Fine, but I expect you to keep your mouth shut about this thing."

"Then I expect to be allowed to use it now and then," Amy says in a counter-offer. "Sharing is caring."

"I don't even know the details of how it works yet, and I don't remember that we've talked before," you argue, not quite hot on the idea of lending it out to this girl.

"Oh don't be such a wuss," Amy says with a sigh. "We talked for a few minutes a few months ago, remember? Half a dozen of us went on a post-shift bar run. You tried to hit on me, remember?"

"You weren't that interested in me back then though?" you say, slightly remembering being shot down quite quickly once you've done your introductions. Your subconscious has probably done it's best to forget her to avoid spontaneous memory cringes, which probably explains why you didn't recognize her.

"I was in a relationship back then," she says as she glances over you "And I'm bi so, no offense to your former self, but I'm probably more into you now than then. Anyway... Mark... is that your name now?"

"Yes, it's Mark-" you say and roll your eyes as you pause, new memories making you realize you're lying. "Wait, I think it's Marcy now..." you say as you glance at a mirror and get a closer look at your face.

"You look more like a Marcy," Amy says in agreement. "Either way, Marcy, do you agree to my terms?"

"...Fine," you say in a bitter tone as she finally releases the gun and lets you take it.

"So, you want to try and change yourself back? Or... if you ask nicely, I might volunteer to an experiment- but I think we should be quick. We have to get back to work soon before middle management comes looking for us."

"That's true..." you say as you casually glance down at your body.

You find yourself surprised that you haven't fallen over at the sight of your high heels, and you begin wondering if this outfit is work compliant. Your bra bleeds through your white top, your shorts dig into your heart-shaped ass, though not as much as the thong you're wearing beneath it. A part of you is telling you life is much better when you know someone is enjoying the view you are presenting to them.

"Did you have any specific thoughts when you fired the gun at me?" you ask Amy in an quizzical tone as you take a few steps to find you have perfect control over your heels and posture.

"Not that I remember, it all happened very quickly," Amy says after giving you an appreciative look before thinking for a moment. All things considered, she said she was bisexual and she probably subconsciously designed your body to her desires. From your you would ask her out again as you are. "Well..."

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(image: Tina Hot)