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Added at the request of the Whateley Academy authors by Bob Arnold - This (possibly) is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may
not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan
fiction, who cares? To see the canon Whateley Stories, check out either
Sapphire's Place (http://www.sapphireplace.com/stories/whateley.html) or the Big Closet
(http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/taxonomy/term/117). Or the forums located
at The Chrystal Hall (http://crystalhall.ralabs.com/chall/).

Bimbo-gun, by Straycat.

a (possibly) Whateley Academy fan-fic

Villain with ray-gun monologging to hero in dirt lot.
Villain is Rezinator with big bulky ray gun.
Hero is Chief Justice in judges robes and wig
Battling Bailiff (Chief Justice's sidekick)
"Basher" violent criminal on the lam and actively being pursued by cops.

Rezinator's gun gender-bends targets to 46DD 24,36 bleach blonde bimbo's who are physically 18(mentality's unchanged).

Back off Chief, or suffer the same fate as your kid sidekick!
Madam Justice is an Equal Opportunity Employer, Rezinator! Battling Bailiff still has a job kicking evildoer's Butt!
So Be it! Take This! (He shoots)
Basher jumps the fence and unknowingly runs right in-between the two superpowered opponents just in time to get hit in the chest by the ray-gun's bean. His clothing disappears and he morphs into bimbo falling naked onto the ground.

Wow. That thing really works don't it?
Oh dam. I only had one shot left. Now I'm going to have to find a way to recharge this thing.
Um, Rezinator?
Yes? (Rezinator looks up right into the Brass Knuckles Of Justice!)

Scene dissolves to commercial: Mighty whitey toothpaste, when you want your teeth to be simply... Amazing!

"I've Done it!" a voice screams from a room down the hall. The kids in the lounge watching TV look up to the scoreboard to see who got today’s lottery, looks like Jackie from room 403 is today’s winner. Drake signed. Jackie was such a stuck up Witch... Gyllenhall burst into the room with the weirdest looking assault rife.

"I've done it! My Masterpiece! Perfection! Now! All I need is a volunteer for testing..." Gyll looked around the room with a wyld look in her eye.

The Room fled, except Drake and Chilla. Drake and Chilla were annoyingly known as the 'dynamic duo', for their fire and ice shtick oddly complimented each other. Drake was a tall, almost repltillianly thin dark male, and Chilla a short plump afro-wanna-be Caucasian chick with a Pussycat Dolls appearance (In Ice Blue, of course). They shared a look, a look they have had a LOT of practice sharing of late. Every time Gyllenhall had a break through they shared that look. Half amazement that Gyll didn't blow herself up, half preternatural fear that Gyll would try to blow them up, and half amusement as to the next hairball scheme that Gyll would try to talk and con them into helping her with while blowing herself up.

Most of the time they agreed just so they could watch the mad divisor blow herself up, time and time again.

"Whatcha got dis times, babe?" Chilla lost the unspoken coin toss.
Gyllenhall looked to Chilla with a wyld-eyed look of pure maniacal joy of the slightly deranged, if not completely unsettled but mostly harmless whack-job devisor who's creations only work because they want them too, not because science or physics say they should... but there was always that one time...

"BEHOLD Mere Mortals! I present to you, the awe-inspiring fear of.... THE BIMBO-GUN!"
The Duo blinked and glanced at the VCR... sure enough it was playing a tape, and the tape was on continuos repeat. They shared a groan. They could already see where this was heading and needed to derail it before the worst happened... they got in trouble for going along with one of Gyllenhall's mad schemes.

"Aye say there, lass," Drakes light Scots Burr waifed across the room as he spoke "Might you be showing me how it functions?" his accent was an effectuation, of course... how many people had ever heard of a Scottish dragon before?

Gyllenhall gathered them close with the wave of a hand and began explaining in deep quantum physics and particle beams with wormhole and electrical discharges and, and, and... And Chilla interrupted. The science behind it wouldn't matter. Gyll was a Devisor, not a gadeteer.

"Enga-lishious, chick. Speaks da enga-lisious." Gyll stammered to a halt, and wiped the drool from her chin. Sanity reared its head in her eyes for a moment.

"Oh. Uh. Right. Well... it um. Well." she scratched her head without dropping the oversized rifle. "Well, see, it's like this..." she paused for a moment. "It turns the target into a big busted bimbo by over writing their Body Image Template and then forcing an instantaneous change over. The effects should be permanent, save only for shape shifters, and Avatar's with multiple spirits. The change over should occur in zero point one eight five nine three three one one two seconds without physical pain or injury. With proper power influx, provided for by the neo-flux-lithium-atomic generator I created last week, a DNA sampling of several classical 'bimbo' types collected without harm from strands of hair, skin, or other personal particles left unattended over the course of these last several months, the genetic splicing sequencer would composite the DNA with the DNA of the target..." she continued for 45 minutes in a dry-clinical detached voice that was part Stephen Wright, and part 'monotone history teacher'.

Drake blinked first. His eyes were dry and sore; he wiped his chin dry. Gyll had that effect when she was explaining things. You sort of tranced out listening to her till something woke you. He looked around, there was a small crowd gathered in the doorway that were half fear, half curiosity. He waved them away and they departed quickly. Once the spell was broken it'd crumble quickly and Gyllenhall was not Always aware of who she was shooting at when that happened.

Jackie walked in at JUST the wrong moment "Hi Kids!"

Gyll Spun, shouldered the rifle and fired! The effect was like nothing ever seen in a special effects movie, and warped everything within the ray and twisted it.
Jackie stood unchanged in the afterglow blinking. "What the FUCK was that?!?"

Gyllenhall blinked, lowered the rifle and spoke "Oh. It’s you." she adjusted the settings on the rifle for a moment.

"I said," the Witch spoke menacingly "What. The. FUCK. Was. THAT?" she pointed a now glowing finger at the 'weapon'. Gyll looked up and with clinical detachment replied.

"It is the Bimbo-gun. Do not worry, since your DNA was used in its construction you should be impervious to it's effects." Jackie clutched at her breasts the nano-second this seeped into her brain. no changes. Oh thank the Goddesses of the Nine Wells...

"Oh, well, in that case… Hey, wait a minute..."

"Aye Think we need to discuss this away from the public, cannae ya agree ta that, lass?" Drake dragged Gyll out of the common room with Chilla close behind.

Chilla locked the door to her room after they were all inside and shared a glance with Drake. He agreed.

"Look, Toots. I gots an idear."

"Targets!?!?" Gyll’s 'madness' crept back into her eyes. She wasn't technically mad... just a bit distracted from reality by her powers.

"Aye, willing ones at that too, lass." he shared another look with Chilla. Gyllenhall wiped at the drool again, her mind on 13 different levels of reality.

"Have you ever heard of the condition know as Trans-gendered?" Chilla asked without her stereotypical ghetro-accent. Gyll Blinked, the 'madness' receded.

"Yes, I think. There is this story site online hosted by... Jewel, I think. Or was it Diamond? Anyway it has all these wonderful stories and..."

"Aye, that's the one. Well. That condition is fact, not fiction. There are people out there that really feel they are the wrong gender. IF this thing works the way you say it will... well, it could help a lot of people." I DID mention that Drakes accent was an effectuation, didn't I? Good.

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They were in a small private coffeehouse known as 'Neutral Grounds' in the parlor behind a beaded curtain. Lady Jade would not permit a doorway to be completely blocked, that violated her Neutrality.

Drake, Chilla, and Gyllenhall were quietly talking to a client; or rather a potential test subject named Alex Roberto Smith. He had that vague look about him that almost, but not quite, reminded you of Elvis Costello... without the talent.

"So you understand that we cannot, and will not be held liable in any event or happenings?" Drake was almost a master at covering his ass. And he had a written and now signed contract to do exactly that. Alex nodded.

"Yes, I fully understand." the contract was now sealed. Gyll couldn't be bothered to wait any longer, she drew the rifle with a maniacal smile and fired point blank while Drake and Chilla shouted in unison "NO! NOT HERE!"

The Effect lasted several seconds until Gyll remembered to remove her finger from the trigger.

Alexis Rebecca Smith lay on the floor with a bewildered look on her face, and only a pair of panties and a thin lacy bra covering her now perfectly female if somewhat overly-developed body. One could make a joke about a toothpick with two olives on it, but I'll digress.

And for the first time in his life, Alexis felt complete. She ran her hands over her new body, and cried tears of happiness.

Lady Jade burst in, "What the F-...." she looked down. Alexis looked up with joy in her eyes.

Gyllian Gyllenhall laid the Bimbo-gun down on the table and picked up her purse. From her purse she extracted a large pair of welder’s gloves and pulled them on. The others around the table stared at her as she opened a hatch on the top of the rifle and removed a container frosted and steaming. She opened the container the removed one glove and reached into her purse, withdrawing a pair of panties and a lacey bra. These she dropped into the container then pulled the glove back on to stuff them down into the container and re-latch it and replace it into the rifle, latching the cover back into place she looked up to the questioning look of Chilla, Drake, Lady Jade, and Alexis.

“What? You didn’t think the bra and panties just materialized, did you?”

Alexis dared to venture a question as she picked herself up off the floor and took her seat again. “Um… might I ask where my clothes went?”

“Oh, those. They were absorbed by the mass-translation field. Your wallet, keys, and other personal affects should be on the floor next to where you fell.”

Alexis and Lady Jade looked down at the floor, Chilla and Drake leaned around the table to look near the same place. Sure enough the affects were there piled neatly under Alexis’ chair.

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and that's as far as I have gotten with this.