Allen was quite exhausted on the day he was supposed to come in for some practice shooting. He felt nervous walking into the shooting range, holding a gun in his hands, afraid of setting it off on himself. He looked up to see the giant target signs in front of him, eyeing the piece of paper as he could see the yellow dot right in the middle of the red, blue, white, and black colors. He knew he was going to do terrible, not even going to manage on shooting the bullseye even once. Allen looked back at the entrance door, wondering why Tim wanted him to come here, knowing full well that guns scare the crap out of poor Allen. Allen looked back at the entrance door, wishing he could just walk out, and forget the promise he made to his friend. "I have no choice..."

He aimed the little grey pistol, trying his best to aim at the yellow dot, and released the trigger. A loud bang shot could be heard, scaring Allen to death, causing the bullet to hit far down below the target. Allen grumbled, embarrassed with his performance, as he readjusted his stance, and aimed. Without him knowing, Allen's body was changing, as his torso seemed to suck away all of the fat from within his body, giving him a nice slender curve, while his arms and legs even lost much of his male physique. Allen didn't notice the change of weight beneath his shirt, as his chest expanded into two rounded boobs, pressing against the fabric, causing his black attire to struggle against the extra weight. Allen groaned, feeling his manhood sucking back into his body, confirming Allen to be a she, as her hips and butt expanded underneath her pants.

Allen sighed, the pressure from her clothing making her feel uncomfortable, however her shooting seemed to be getting better. She was managing to aim within the outer rims of the target, moving upwards little by little, but she still had a long way to go. Allen suddenly felt as if a giant pressure was being lifted, as her clothes began to adjust to her new body portions, with her blue pants pulled upwards, wrapping around her waist, hardening into pure black leather, with a metal hook keeping it in place as she unconsciously pulled the belt buckle up a bit. Allen's shirt shrunk as well, the black fabric shifting towards a brown, while it only covered around Allen's boobs, his sleeves ripped off and was now wearing a brand new sleeveless brown tank top.

Allen was beginning to breathe again, welcoming the cold air from the shooting gallery blowing against her exposed torso, while her shoes began to change. Her sneakers were hardening, her shoelaces pulling off of the shoes, as each shoe hole shrunk into the hard leather, the front of Allen's shoes rounding, the top of her shoe pulling upwards, resting underneath her knees, as its red color shifted towards a brown and grey pair of boots. Allen began to smile, her hands beginning to feel warmer, with the sleeves of her shirt wrapping around each one, as they both formed into two pairs of brown gloves with a grey metal squared plate rested on top. Feeling the leather beneath the gloves felt good, making Allen even more hyped as she trained, while the strings from her shoes wrapped around the top of her head, filling out into a brown fedora with a black rim wrapped around it.

At this point, Allen felt confident with her aiming, somehow understanding every basic thing on how to use a gun, as she took another clip from beside her, and slammed it into her pistol. Each round from her gun made her feel excited, the sound of each shot becoming louder, as her ears pulled out into two long weasel ears. Her brown hair pulled downwards, slithering down behind her back, wrapping itself into a long purple ponytail. Allen didn't realize she was growing purple fur all over her body, with her torso growing out white fur, along with her mouth region as it pulled out into a long white muzzle, growing a fang poking out of her mouth, and her nose shrinking to a black button-shaped nose. Allen's cheeks were expanding, growing out two long tufts of fur, as her eyes suddenly grew bigger, covering half of her entire face, and closed her eyes.

As Allen pulled down on the trigger of her gun, she felt a pressure released from behind her, as she grew out a long purple tail curving upwards, and opened her eyes. What was once green were now light blue eyes staring at the shot yellow dot, as Nicolette sighed in boredom. Of course, she did well. She always did well with her practice shots yet her brother kept dragging her back into the shooting gallery. Going on about how she needed to practice and get better with her aim, though she was already an expert on guns. Heck, Nicolette even owned a bunch of firearms back home, just in case she needed to go on another heist for some gems, or even getting Nack out of trouble. "So, you ain't screwing around again, are you?"

Nicolette turned, eyeing Nack as he leaned against the metal wall, with his hat shielding the rim of his eyes, while Nicolette sighed in irritation. Brothers are always a pain, even when they are technically trying to help you, especially when Nicolette never seemed to sense an admiration from Nack. In fact, out of the two of them, Nicolette seemed to care more, considering she always had to babysit Nack for every little thing he did. She aimed, shooting the wall beside Nack, making him jump out of his fur, while Nicolette grinned. "Maybe you are the one who needs some training, mate!"