The shot sounded like cannon fire, blasting off into the trees as it grazed past the deer's head. The deer panicked and ran off into the dense bush, a few more shots hitting the trees next to it.
"Dammit!" Evan cursed. "I almost had that one!" He reloaded his rifle with haste, dropping a few bullets and cursing some more. He shoved the pack of ammunition into his backpack, and strapped the pack onto his back as he climbed down the ladder from his post. Evan gripped his rifle and started trudging through the brush, keeping his eyes peeled for deer.
In his mind, he imagined hanging the head of his first kill over the mantel. His buddies had urged him to start up the hobby of hunting, as they went together often.
Evan snapped out of his thoughts as he heard what sounded like a twig snapping, looking down his rifle's sights and turning towards where he heard the sound. He didn't move for a solid 30 seconds, looking for any sign of movement. When he saw none, he started moving forwards, still looking down the sights.
But as he was looking down the sights, he didn't notice an old tarp laying on the ground in front of him. He stepped into it, and the tarp fell into a hole that was beneath it, Evan following close behind it. He let out a yelp as he fell into the hole, only falling for about a second.
He got himself up, seeing that the hole was only about 6 feet tall. As he was about to climb out, he felt something on the bottom the hole. He nudged it with his foot a bit, wondering what it was. Evan slowly bent over, which was hard in the small space, and managed to grab the object. Without looking at it, he threw it out of the hole, climbing out not too long after.
He picked the object back up, seeing that it was a device of sorts. It had a blank screen on one side, with a few buttons on the same side under the screen. One of the buttons had a power symbol on it, so Evan clicked it. The screen came to life, colors appearing and text materializing. Evan read the text, which read Transformative_Device V1.2
He clicked on the start button next, which brought him to another screen which showed up like this, Gender:
At first, Evan was confused by this, but remembering what the text had said on the startup screen, started to realize what this thing might be able to do. He filled out the questions, not bothering to go into the more options section. The screen now read, Gender: Female
Personality: Happy, outgoing
Minor features: Freckles on face, long hair that goes to lower back that is slightly curly
Evan strapped his rifle onto his bag, and started going back to his home. He had a roommate there, Brad, whom he despised for refusing to help around the house. If this thing could really do what it said it could, then Evan could get Brad out of the house forever.
He inserted the key and turned, opening the door and stepping inside. He set down his bag and rifle next to his bed, and continued to Brad's room. He hesitated for a moment, his hand on the doorknob, but then opened the door to find his roommate in the process of unzipping his pants while holding a bottle of Evan's lotion in his other hand.
"The hell are you doing?" Brad yelled. "As you can see, I was about to jack off, so just get out of my room!"
"Not with my god damn lotion!" Evan barked. "I've been buying that stuff once a week wondering where it's been going!"
"Well, I live here, so it's mine too!" Brad retaliated.
Evan, fuming, pointed the device at Brad and pressed the biggest button there was on it. Brad laughed, and started unzipping his pants even more.
"The hell was that supposed to do?" Brad jested. "Make me a perfect roommate? Good luck with that!"
Evan turned around and was about to leave the room when Brad started screaming bloody murder.
"IT'S GONE!" Brad wailed. "IT'S GONE!"
Evan started at his roommate, who was digging around in his pants where his pied piper was, or used to be. As Brad was looking for his custard launcher, Evan saw Brad's blond hair starting to grow longer, and curlier as well. Brad saw the hair starting to invade his vision, and pulled it, only causing him to scream even louder.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" Brad shrieked. "MY PENIS IS GONE, AND MY HAIR LOOKS LIKE A GIRL'S!" Evan could only stare as his roommate continued to change further, his height starting to decrease, and fat starting to disappear as his body shrank down. Brad started moaning instead of screaming, which was fine by Evan, as he slowly shrank into his clothes. He stopped shrinking at about 5 feet and 2 inches, his hair also continuing to grow, now down to his mid-back.
Brad's face began to change, his lips puffing up a bit, his nose becoming smaller. His skull shrank, his head becoming rounder and more feminine. Evan started smiling as Brad's skin softened, his facial and bodily hairs retracting back into his skin. Brad's eyelashes elongated, and his eyebrows thinned as freckles started appearing on his face, mostly under the eyes and upper forehead.
To Evan, Brad now looked like a young, 13 or 14 year old girl. The girl stopped moaning, and got up, her large pants almost falling off of her small, slender legs. She jumped off the bed and ran into the closet, where Evan heard boxes being moved and tossed aside.
After a few minutes, the girl came out wearing jeans and a light blue shirt with a gray over shirt above it. Why Brad even had girl's clothes in his closet, and for a young teenager for that matter, Evan didn't know, but didn't really care as the girl started running to the front door.
"Thanks for everything!" she called out. "I have some friends meeting up at the roller skating rink later tonight, so sorry I had to leave in a rush!"
She opened the door and left, the door closing behind her. Evan grinned, happy now that Brad was gone for good. His smile faded as he turned around and saw the bedroom, still full of Brad's stuff, that he would have to clean out on his own.
"Well, good things come at a cost." Evan muttered, before starting to pick up Brad's old clothes. Evan looked at the device before putting it into his pocket, wondering what he could do with it now that he knew what it could do.