Turn yourself into a horny, big-breasted babe

"Well, it is a stereotype gun," you think to yourself as you decide that you'd like to try something feminine, something that fits your perception of a gorgeous woman. After all, the gun most likely doesn't work anyway, so you might as well go for something that's out there. You sigh and clear your mind, focusing on what attributes you'd like to add to this experiment.

"You'll be mentally like Steve, except you're in the body and life of a dark-haired gorgeous woman in her mid twenties with massive fake breasts." Sounds good to you. "Acts rationally until someone compliments her body, in which case she'll quickly get horny beyond control and be unable to hide it," sounds fun from an outside perspective, ignoring the part that it might not be so in a few moments. You decide that should be a good enough start, aim the gun at yourself and pull the trigger. "And she'll always be ready and willing to have sex, unable to say no," your brain adds at the end, making you roll your eyes at yourself as the world turns white.

*ZAP*

You blink your eyes and find strands of hair getting into them, and when you move a hand up to pull them out of the way, you feel something warm and fleshy push against your upper arm, and you feel the fleshy skin under your shirt is also sensing your arm pressing into it.

(Charley Atwell)

You glance down and look straight into a bolted-on cleavage, well presented by a very open cut white cotton top. Your lower half is wearing low cut light blue jeans, thick thighs bulging out beneath you in the sofa. Your hips, oh God, your hips are almost as wide as your shoulders, revealing that you're wearing a pink thong.

You jump up and pause as your fake breasts give a small shake, but not as much as your natural ass, which even in the confines of a tight-fitting pair of jeans gives off a good jiggle. The feeling of your... breasts moving around is weird, and the weight of them has you correcting your balance as you try to find your new center of gravity. And, you realize, your crotch... it felt too smooth when you got up. You take a few tentative steps and find the lack of junk shifting in your underwear just as unsettling as the breasts. In fact, most of your underwear is sliding between your butt cheeks, up against your perky asshole, it would seem. That's a new sensation, to say the least. You streak off into the bathroom where you take a long look at yourself in the mirror.

Oh God, you can see your nipples poking through the top, and your lips are gorgeous. You give yourself a smirk and consider your make-up. New memories of how to use eyeliners and rouge begin to fade into your consciousness as you start recognizing various feminine kits and items stashed around the bathroom mirror.

Huh, from the looks of things, it seems reality has altered itself so you've always been a female. You check your pockets but find no cellphone or card-holders. The pockets seem way too small for that as well, come to think of it. Female fashion annoyances was already getting to you, but you let it be for now as you return to gaze at yourself in the mirror, pulling back your hair to get a better look at yourself.

you lean forward and press your breasts together, making a pouty smile with your puffy lips. Muscle memory seems to know what to do to look hot as hell. You absentmindedly pick up a bottle of skin cream, putting some on your fingers, then you begin to rub it on your breasts.

The slick feeling of your fingers sliding up and down your cleavage, along with your breasts sliding against each other as you casually push them around in your top, makes your body tingle. Your breath deepens and you feel warmth in your stiffening nipples, and unfamiliar muscles throb below in your unexplored nether regions.