As you sit there, staring at the useless gun, your mom walks over and drapes her arms around you and hugs you.
"Don't you feel so much better, honey? getting rid of that horrible male form?" She asks you, her eyes full of
satisfaction.
Continuing to stare at the gun your sadness begins to fade, replaced by seething, white hot anger. Tightening
your grip on the gun you stare up into your mother's eyes and put a big smile on your face. "Yes it does. I
never thought being a girl would feel this good."
Her face aglow with delight, she closes her eyes and bring you into an even tighter embrace. Seeing a chance,
you raise the gun behind her back and, with all the strength you can muster, strike her in the back of her head.
All she can let out is a grunt before slumping to the floor, unconscious. You move her arms off of you before
standing up, shaky in your new heels.
You simply stare at her unconscious body for a moment, not believing that you just attacked you own mother. But
you can't simply leave her there, if she wakes up she'll come after you. The thought of killing her comes to
mind, but you banish it quickly, refusing to even think about doing that. You could tie her up or lock her in a
closet. If you tie her up you could interrogate her, but might let her escape whereas locking her up would
probably be safest.