Target Practice

It only took a couple minutes before Mark came to the startling realization that Jackie never gave the gun back. Sure, she didn't seem to believe his explanation, hell, neither did he. But, even if Jackie was a markedly better neighbor, at least in Mark's perspective, than Jack ever was, she was more than a little flighty. Leaving her in possession of the gun seemed to be an ill-advised.

As quietly as he could, Mark rose off the couch, positive that he would turn around to see Jackie again pointing the weird gun at him. Instead, he saw Jackie, staring at something outside the kitchen window. She appeared to have grabbed a sweater an old girlfriend had left behind. Though he couldn't see it, Mark was positive she had the gun in her hands.

Very carefully, and quietly, Mark threw on some shorts and walked up to Jackie, and gently put his hand on her shoulder. "Oooh...was someone was missing me? I've only been gone a couple minutes."

"Very long and hard minutes." Mark whispered into her ear, as he rubbed his cock, already beginning to rise again, on her panty covered ass.

"So I can tell." Jackie purred. "I was going to come right back. Your little friend and I have some unfinished business. But when I came into the kitchen, I couldn't get your story about this gun out of my head. This little toy can completely transform someone and they have no idea what happened? Unbelievable. But just the thought of it makes me so hot. I have to try it."

Seeing a sly glint come into her eyes, Mark thinks quickly, and sees a package delivery truck pull up outside his house. "You want to try it? Quick, out the side door. A guinea pig is coming up my walkway."

"What! Really! YES!" Jackie yelled as she headed for the door.

"SHH! We kind of want the element of surprise here!"

"Don't be such a spoilsport." Quickly turning, Jackie stuck out her tongue and giggled.

Outside the two of them poked their heads around the corner, Scooby-Doo style. A standard issue package delivery man was wheeling a heavily laden dolly up the path. "Geez...Mark, what the hell did you buy?"

"Nothing in particular. I try buying and reselling stuff online. Mostly as a hobby, it doesn't really pay..." A quick elbow silences you.

"Shh! So, all I have to do is point the gun at him and fire?"

"I think so. I mean, I'd only used it once, on you, so I'm not exactly an expert."

"Well, here goes nothing!" Jackie stepped around the corner, aimed the gun and pulled the trigger. Like before, there was a loud "ZAP" noise, and a bright light. Mark didn't remember any real kickback, but the gun flew out of Jackie's hands, landing at his feet. Quickly pocketing the gun, Mark noticed Jackie staring slack-jawed at a very different sight where the package delivery man used to be.

"Oh hey Jackie! What are you doing over here at Marky's place? Ohh, and in your panties too? Aww....you beat me too him? No fair! You had an advantage living next door. Well, I'm not out of the game yet. Would you mind making sure Marky gets these? I'm running behind on my route. " With that, the delivery driver, in her decidedly non-standard uniform, wheeled the dolly back. Before pulling away from the curb, the blonde, formerly bald driver yelled to Jackie, "You might want to open that top box for yourself. Consider that your award for getting to him first."

Stunned momentarily as the truck pulled away, Jackie turned to look at you, then sprinted to the stack of boxes at the door. Grabbing the top small one, she opened the front door and ran inside. Grumbling a little bit, Mark followed the teen, pausing to grab the rest of the packages, only briefly noticing that none of the sender addresses seemed familiar. "Hey Jackie, where'd you go?" While Mark didn't get a vocal answer, he did hear a slight buzzing and moaning coming from inside. Rounding the corner back into the living room, you found Jackie, furiously masturbating with a small vibrator. Completely lost in her pleasure, Jackie didn't even notice Mark's presence until she brought herself to a loud, wet orgasm.

"Oh hey, Mark. So, that was, like wild. That gun really works!" Jackie panted. "I don't know if I've ever been so horny as I was realizing I transformed that driver into a hot little delivery slut. I have a few thoughts. First, you were right, she had no idea that she used to be a fat, bald dude. She even seemed to know me! I don't know why, but I'm pretty confident her name is Salli. With an I. Second, I know I haven't known you for long, but unless the things you've been buying and selling are sex toys..." Mark could only shake his head as she paused, "the gun seemed to change the packages too."

"That's as good a theory as any I have."

"You picked up the gun right? Because now that my head is a little clearer, I have a couple ideas about what we should do next with it."