The Stereotype Gun and the Decision (Patreon)

My eyes went wide and I quickly rushed from the bed to grab the gun. Mia looked shocked as our eyes met. "Are you okay, my love?" she asked in her soft feminine voice. "Yeah. I'm fine," I replied. "What is that thing?" she asked, once again pointing to the gun. 

"It's called the Stereotype Gun," I replied. Mia giggled. "Stereotype Gun? What do you mean?" she asked. "I got this thing from a pawn shop. The guy there told me that all you needed to do was point it at someone and just think of a stereotype. Then you shoot and then they will be transformed into that stereotype." I replied, the gun lying still in my hands.

Mia raised an eyebrow. "Does it work?" she asked. I shrugged, the memory of transforming my father being completely erased from my mind. "Well, why don't we try out?" she asked grinning. "Maybe I could shoot myself. I always wondered what life was like as a stereotype." I chuckled at that line. Admittedly, it was silly but Mia didn't react to it. She was curious just as I was.

"I guess we could try it once." Mia smiled and awaited what I was about to do. 

Who do you shoot and what do they become?