“Yeah, right” you say. Then your girlfriend walks in the door. As you try to walk up to her, you leg hits a table. As you bend down to nurse your wounded shin, you unknowingly press the green button as the gun is pressed into you stomach. You decide to stand up and look proudly at your girlfriend, as nothing had happened. You smile and try to hide the gun behind your back, but accidentally press the red trigger. The world spins and you suddenly find your self covered in something soft and black. You hear your girlfriend scream and she runs from the house. You realize, though, that you move around furiously as you feel your self bouncing. “Oh, shit.” You think. “It really does work.” You really have become your girlfriends breasts.