You were giddy as fuck today. Yesterday after coming home from work and cashing your check you finally have enough money to buy one of those braces for your 300 blackout pistol. No more para-cord wrappings. No more foam cover. ATF can get fucked you were going to shoulder the rifle no matter what.
	The workday ends and you leave the shitty 9-5 you worked to fuel your love for guns. Being only 20 you just had the one 300 blackout rifle, and today you were finishing her off.
	Pulling into the local gun store way too fucking fast, you run inside. Out of breath and looking a little too excited the girl working the counter chooses to ignore this, she already knew you for better or worse. 
"BRACE" 
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	You point to an AR pistol on the wall with one of said braces. She turns around sees what you're sperging about and walks to the back to get one in box. She returns to the front with the box, you reach in your pocket for your shekels and throw them at the woman. Having dealt with this before she knows the trade, speed in exchange for not receiving change.
	You dart back out of the store with new plastic you paid way too much for. Jump in you car and Tokyo drift your ass all the way home keeping what felt like an average speed of 70mph the whole way back.
	Basically kicking the door open you shout "LUCY GET THAT SWEET ASS DOWNSTAIRS I GOT A PRESENT" Your raifu trips and rolls down the stairs. Ignoring the obvious autism you grab the largest knife within reach and shred the box. Before you lays the plastic that will make your dreams come true. 
	A curious raifu peeks over the counter top. She has short dark brown hair cut into a sort of bob, coming in at 5 feet flat she was pretty tiny, but acted like someone in her 20's. She wore an old long sleeve t-shirt of your with a big open neck and didn't have any pants on, just under the bottom of the shirt you could see the paracord panties she wore as a result of the situation with her stock currently. You shout again "SWITCH QUICK" 
	"Okie doke anon" excitedly tumbles out of her, in a flash she switches back into a raifu and you begin work yanking off the paracord and attaching the brace.
	Satisfied with you work you shoulder her a few times, test the cheekweld, make some shooting noises with you mouth and dry fire about a million times. You set the raifu on the table, cross your arms and nod your head, content with yourself.
	Lucy is back to cute in a flash her face red as a beet. "ANON WHAT THE FUCK"
	Wondering what she was on about you look over your distressed raifu.
	In place of the paracord panties there was nothing. Nothing except for garter belts. This was not a bad thing. Not at all.