The Stereotype Gun and my Father (Patreon)

"Hey sport!" My father said as he walked into my bedroom. "Dad, I'm twenty. You don't need to call me sport anymore," I replied, chuckling and rolling my eyes, I always had admiration for my father. My mother passed away when I was young and my father never remarried. Not even a girlfriend. He was a very handsome man in his late forties, with grey covering most parts of his hair. 

He quickly eyed my newest purchase and took it in his hands. "Stereotype gun, eh? Is this another toy you bought?" he asked. I nodded as he scanned further. "Scan and shoot...maybe you can shoot me with it. It's just a toy so what's the harm?" he chuckled.

He gestured for me to get up. I soon grabbed the gun and looked at my father. I closed my eyes and thought of a stereotype. The gun soon came to life, shooting a beam of white light and engulfing my father in it. I didn't notice it but he was transforming. He wouldn't be himself. He would be a new stereotype.

What does he transform into?