"shit shit shit shit. Amy what did you do you fucking idiot!" Amy whispered to herself while staring directly at him. Her eyes went wide as he turned to her and she quickly looked at the bunny ears in her hands then back at him.
"Brendan I... I'm sor" she started.
"Get out." Brendan sternly cut her off.
"I didn't know it what it wou" Amy tried her eyes welling up.
"Get out of my room." He interrupted again.
"Please Brendan you have to know I didn't want this to happen" She **** out with tears falling down her face.
"GET OUT NOW!" Brendan shrieked at her. Amy shrunk away from him and then with a renewed sob quickly exited the room. He followed behind slamming it shut and locking the door. Leaning against the door he felt his own eyes welling up with tears. He closed them tight fighting back tears. He sunk to the ground with his head in his hands until his head snapped upright. "The gun!" It started all of this. It made him this way and after shooting himself the first time it would fix him again surely. He rushed to the nightstand where Amy had put it and snatched it up. He pointed it at his chest like he had the first time and softly pulled the trigger.
*click*
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...*Click Click Click* He frantically pulled the trigger again, and again, and again. Each time with it not producing anything. No light, no hum, no nothing.
"Ahhh!!!!" He screamed in frustration falling on the bed. He clutched a pillow over his face and continued to scream, and eventually those screams turned into sobs. He let all the tears he had been fighting back flow through him as his new reality sunk in... he was stuck. Laying on his stomach brought focus to his breasts that now pressed into the bed. Breasts. The gravity of the situation continued to fall on him. He was stuck this way. Not only looking like a woman. That would have been a challenge but half the world was female. With his ears and tail, he looked like freak.
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