Time to let() Aaron join in on the fun

You smile as you see it's Aaron who has returned home, his back is against you as he's hanging up his coat. You have just the right idea for him in your mind as point the gun at his back and pull the trigger.

Aaron, or, should you say, Marion, spins around and gives you a suspicious smile and a good look at what she looks like.

She is wearing four inch pumps, fishnet stockings with black suspenders and sheer panties, a panther-patterned faux corset, and a fishnet tube top that is mostly covering her arms and a small strip of her bare chest. Her face is gorgeous, her make-up's on point and her thighs and hips are to die for. Her breasts are cute, but you didn't want them to compete with your own, but you did add a bit of an extra kink to her personality that she loves to show them off whenever she can, so you're not surprised she probably tossed the top into her purse and walked home with a open coat to feel desired.

Oh, and you've made her a stripper like yourself. You're colleagues, and you share Robbie. You've also gotten rid of Aaron's bad habits of laziness and messiness, so now any hint of Aaron scattered about has been replaced by cute and well thought out clothing items and artwork bought by Marion. She's also studying to become a nurse, which you figured would be a better life choice than what Aaron had in his previous life (none.)

"Did you just use that gun on me?" Marion asks and looks at herself, giving you a pout of confusion. "I said I was sorry for using it on you."

"Well, I just wanted a little payback," you say apologetically as you slide the gun behind you into the hem of your shorts. "Besides, what do you think I changed?"

Marion pondered for a moment and looked in a mirror at herself, before padding her breasts. "Maybe you took away my boobs so you'd make more money on yours at work?"

You laugh as you shake your head. "No, I didn't really reduce your boobs, Marion. Though, I'll let you know you didn't use to work at the strip club before I zapped you."

"You turned me into a stripper? But I've always loved dancing and teasing boys," she murmurs as she does a small spin in front of the mirror to give her assets a closer look.

"Want me to undo that part? Or do you want to try it out with Robbie first?"

Marion pauses for a moment, giving a lustful but conflicted moan as she thinks about the fun you three have been having, before she nods her head. "Let's try it out for a week. It feels so real, so it might be fun. But you owe me one zap of that gun for it."

You raise an eyebrow at the demand. "for what, specifically?"

"I don't know yet, but I want to try it again. Maybe tonight, maybe next week. Maybe on me, or you, or Robbie," She says as she steps up to you and gives you a sweet kiss on your lips. "Now, get dressed, Robbie will be home in twenty."

that's right, you remember. You usually give him a bit of a welcome home gift on Fridays. You nod with a eager smile, jump off into your bedroom and get ready.

Within thirty minutes, you're both nibbling on your favorite evening snack, getting ready for some weekend fun.