Marcy looked back into her home and wondered, 'why is this such a pig sty?' In the back of her mind she knew that it was her fault; she never did the dishes, she threw her laundry on the floor, she was the worst roommate.
Of course, she had someone to blame: Steve. He had a night shift, so Marcy only saw him asleep, and when he did try to clean the house Marcy was asleep. There was a lot of resentment that came from that.
Marcy snuck into his room and found him fast asleep. She whispered 'fucking pig', set the gun to "cute" and "maid", and shot him.
Steve, still fast asleep, started to transform. His nose widened and flattened out, leaving two large nostrils. His ears moved towards the top of his head, stretching out before they flopped over. His face took on a pinker tone, and he grew short hairs all over his body. In addition, his short brown hair grew to the length of his shoulders.
His body shrank, and he now stood under five feet. This weight didn't just disappear though; it moved to his arms, his legs, his neck, his stomach, his breasts. His slovenly clothing morphed into a black dress reaching down to his knees, and an apron appeared hanging on a post of the bed.
Only a few seconds ago there had been a grown man laying on that bed, and now there was a tiny, adorable pig girl dressed like a maid. She gasped, apparently loud enough to wake her up.
"What is is, Mistress?" The pig spoke in a cheesy French accent, and Marcy could tell that this was her normal voice.
"I-I-I just. I just wanted to say good morning. And, my girlfriend is visiting later this week, so can you tidy up a bit?"
"Stephanie will get it done before night shift, Mistress." She yawned. "Have a good day at the burger job."
So, even if Marcy has two maid-servants, who are both presumably paid, both them and she still had day jobs. Menial day jobs. She took another look around Stephanie's room and saw that nothing had changed. Steve's clothes were still in the dresser, and his video games were still connected to his TV. It seemed that the gun changed as little as possible, and let 'reality distortion' do the rest.
Marcy had to get to her job at the mall. She didn't own a car, so she usually took the bus - but when she held the gun in her hand, she had a better idea. She saw her next door neighbor, a middle-aged mother named Tabitha. She was always so rude and condescending, hating the dead end 20-somethings that she lived next to. She didn't hesitate in taking the shot.
Tabitha grew thick hair over her entire body, striped between orange and black. She grew long whiskers, and her eyes almost doubled in size. Her hair grew from a bob cut until it reached her breasts, and she made no attempt to tie it up. Like her fur, her hair was striped orange and brown. The hair completely covered her cat ears on the top of her head
Marcy was shocked when he saw Tabitha's clothing evaporate. Despite her lack of dress, Marcy couldn't make out anything lewd. Anything of that sort was probably hidden under her fur...
Tabitha spotted Marcy and immediately ran over "Little Mistress! How are you?"
"I'm fine, Tabitha. By chance, can you drive me to the mall? I have to get to work."
"Silly, you don't need to ask Auntie Tabbie for something like that! We do it every morning!" She gestured over to her car - already running and having two children in the back seat. "You get off right before they do, remember?"
Marcy got into the front seat. "By the way, are you doing anything today? I need the house like, super-cleaned"
"Isn't that what you pay me for? I'm sure I can get most of it done by tonight. By the way, what do you want for dinner?"
"Uhh, some pasta? Thanks for all this."
"You are welcome mistress, I'm always glad to help." They idly chatted about goings-on for a while, until Tabby dropped her off at the mall.