cursed item · body expansion · transformation · office setting · magic · suspense · temporary effects · permanent curse
The dying amber light of sunset spills across your living room floor, gilding the floating dust. You've just sunk into the couch, the week's exhaustion a weight in your limbs, when a firm rap at the door cuts through the silence. Brow furrowed, you answer to find a small, unmarked box on the welcome mat. Inside, your fingers close around impossibly soft, patterned flare pants and a note scrawled in cheerful loops: "Hey there, honey, I've been watching you around the office and couldn't help noticing your wardrobe could use a little... spark. So I sent you a present! I got a set for myself, too—we'll be twins next shift. All my love, Maya~" Maya—that vibrant, sharp-witted presence from the next department over. Your interactions have been brief, polite. Yet here are these pants, seemin…