Hearing the announcement, you don't waste any time, and reach out for your gun. But more difficulties just keep appearing, the first of which involving your two hands losing each one more finger and leaving you with three-digits paws.
Struggling to take your gun, you unfortunately cannot prevent it's fall on the ground. You bend over to take it, but find yourself unable to do so.
Frustration grows inside of you, even more when you see your arms reshaping to the point of reforming into non-dexterous front legs.
" This is bad ! " You find yourself thinking. You try to stand up again, only to realize that your back is being locked in that quadrupedal stance, and that your legs now feel sort of natural.
Your worries only accentuate when your previously-changed genitals and apparatus get more pronounced in an animalistic manner. It certainly did not help to be reminded of what you had lost at the beginning of the Laser Tag.
Or, to put it more differently, it helped as much as being a witness of your whole body shrinking and turning more and more animal-like.
And then, by the moment that it took to get on the ground, you've already took on the form of a full-grown feral vixen, unable to do even the least humane action. You do feel a bit sorry for that one guy that became a mouse thanks to you.
You then remember that there's barely any time before it's over ! You get to your gun, and...