You suddenly remember the person that shot your dad was your mom. If your mom had any feud with your dad, it must be over. It surely had
nothing to do with the war. You place the box on the floor, then step out from behind the wall. Your mom looks up from your "other mom,"
spots you, and aims the TGun at you.
"You're next!" she snarls.
You exclaim, "What are you doing? It's my birthday! I'm 16! Don't you remember, mom?"
"Then," her mouth twists into an evil smile, "you can enjoy your sweet 16 as a girl!"
She fires, and you have no choice but to make a break for it. You roll to the side with an agility you never anticipate, grab the box, and attempt
to figure a way out. Luckily, her next shots are badly placed, and they are way off. You run around another corner, and put your back on the
wall. You hear your mom come in, readying her TGun. You take a look inside your box.
Inside is, surprisingly, another TGun, this time a boy model. On the inside of the box, small writing scrawled:
HEY, MAX, THIS IS YOUR 16TH BIRTHDAY, SO I GOT YOU A GUN. FUNNY, BUT I PREDICT THAT VERY SOON, YOUR MOM WILL BECOME RENEGADE
AND START ATTACKING US. SO, HERE YOU GO. HAPPY 16TH!
You whisper to yourself, "Huh! It seems I'll have to use this earlier than he suspected!" And glance around the corner to see if you can subdue
your mom.
A hand comes out from the side and hits you in the head, knocking you down and making you dizzy. You get up to find a TGun pointed at your
crotch.
"Your manhood goes first!" Mom growls, and fires.
You scream. A bright pink flash blinds you. Your mom sneers, then runs out of the house. You struggle to your feet, but you're already
changing. All your bodily and pubic hair falls off first. Your hips expand while your stomach shrinks. Your pants begin to shrink and tighten,
transforming into a short tight pink skirt. You scream again, but there's nothing you can do. Your shirt expands as your breasts begin to grow
out. Your shirt becomes a white tank top. A bra materializes around your cleavage and push it out more inches. Your arms shrink in muscle
mass, while your legs and butt gain fat. Your shoes turn into heels as your feet shrink. Your hands become smaller and your nails grow out,
dabbled in red nail polish. The same happens to your toes. The transformation travels to your head last. Your eyebrows shrink and eyelashes
grow out as your eyes become bright blue. Your lips puff up, and becomes more red in color. Your hair begins to lengthen, and soon you have
long, shiny brown hair. Last somehow, your manhood slowly changes into the girl version as you moan, gasping and covering your mouth as
you hear your cute voice.
For a while, you just sit there in disbelief, as you feel strange feelings that only girls feel, such as unusual sadness. Suddenly, you have an idea!
You grab the TGun in the box. You're about to fire on yourself when you suddenly notice your gun has changed too. Apparently, it was caught
in the blast, and now you are stuck as a 16 year old girl with a girl TGun.