Ash smiled to himself as he parked in the lot of the local mall, his new, busty, tabby-cat maid Katty accompanying him in the passenger seat, looking happy just to be around her beloved Master. They stepped out of the car, and Ash patted the ray gun holstered in his pocket.
Was it petty to turn his neighbors into his personal servants, altering their species and sex along the way, and take everything in their bank accounts but the bare essentials for his personal use, all because he was tired of the noise? Yes.
Did he feel bad about it? Not particularly.
He'd always felt like he'd drawn the short straw in life. And now that he'd lucked out on some who-knows-what tech, he was gonna make the most of it. He planned to buy himself some new furnishings with 'his' new sources of income, of course, maybe one of those huge wide-screen TVs, and a roomba, and... no, actually, the roomba would be redundant with all the maids he'd have. He shrugged. He'd figure out what he'd need as he saw it.
As he and Katty stepped into the mall, and saw all the people around, he was reminded of the OTHER thing he was here shopping for; more people to turn into his personal servants. He stood still, watching everyone busily milling around, a few walking by him and the naked Katty without so much as a second glance. Well, that confirmed that what the note had said about a "perception filter" or whatever, worked. With something like that on hand, he could change anyone he wanted. Could he even just zap everybody here, and have them all do whatever he wanted? The idea was tempting... But he figured he should start off small.
He made his way into an electronics store, seeing an extremely wide and extremely thin-screened TV on display. It could easily take up most of his living room wall... though, once had zapped enough people to pool their extra money into a mansion, he was sure he'd be able to find room for it. Now, to go about paying for it...
He waved at an employee, a slightly overweight thirty-something guy, who slowly stepped over to them. His name tag read "Francis." "Can I help you, sir?"
"Yes, you will," Ash said with a smile, unholstering the gun, and firing, mentally picking the new settings. The employee got hit mid gasp, and suddenly straightened up his posture. Thick white wool grew out from under his darkening skin, covering it near-completely, save for his face, hands, and feet His gut began to retreat back into himself, the extra matter widening his hips and puffing out his chest just a little bit, not going anywhere near the supermodel extremes Katty, Jess, and the mailvixen had.
A long, fluffy tail poked out a new hole in the back of her pants, drooping lazily behind her. Her shoes vanished, her feet becoming thinner as the toes pressed together and thickened, becoming cloven hooves on digitigrade feet. Her fingers, too, began to press together, the nails hardening and thickening, leaving her with three-digit, hoof-like, but still somewhat dexterous, hands. Her mouth and nose joined together as they pressed forward into a sizable snout, her nostrils becoming narrow slits. Her ears grew wider and taller, before flopping over the sides of her head. Her hair began to take the same white color and woolly texture as the wool that covered the rest of her body, with two particularly long segments curling into large, spiraling ponytails on either side of her head.
Her jeans and T-shirt sewed together into a black dress, covering her upper arms and legs, but letting some of her wool show on her forearms and calves. A white lace headband appeared on her head, while the blue vest all employees in this store wore changed into a blue apron, still bearing the company's logo. Her name tag now read "Francine."
Ash smiled to himself. The "adorable" setting on this gun worked quite nicely.
"How can I help, Master?" Francine said, curtsying for Ash.
"Do you have a credit card on you?"
"Yes, Master." She nodded. "Do you need me to buy something for you?"
"Yeah," Ash said with a dismissive wave. "Just buy one of these big TVs and bring it to my house when you're done with work." He paused, then pointed at a different product. "Maybe one of those new video game systems, too. With a racing game. If you're short on money for food or essentials, ask Katty to give you some after work. Oh, and from now on, unless I tell you too, you ONLY use your money on essentials, okay? And give me your bank account info when you're done with work."
"You got it, Master!" Francine cheerfully clasped her hoof-hands together. "I'll be happy to help you out however you need! My money is your money."
"Yeah, good, good." Ash shrugged. "Also, once I've got a mansion of my own, you'll be moving in to help out."
"I will?!" Francine's eyes seemed to sparkle. "Oh thank you so much, Master! It'll be an honor to live with you and the other maids!"
"A mansion, huh?" Katty smiled. "Thinking big, I like the sound of that, Master."
Ash chuckled. He could get used to this sort of lavish praise.