A guy on his 21st birthday

Sunlight streams into your window as you lazily stretch in bed. Rubbing your eyes, you groggily get up and put on your sweatpants before heading out to the kitchen of your apartment to make some breakfast. As you drop some bread in the toaster and push the lever, you hear the front door open. A second later, your attractive roommate Ashley walks in with the mail, still dressed in her jogging pants and pink tank top.

"Morning, John," she says as she flips through the envelopes and tossing the junk in the trash. She then remembers what day it is and adds, "And hey, happy birthday! It's the big 21, right?"

"Yup," you reply, taking the chance to check out the shapely brunette while she's distracted. You may be good friends with Ashley, but it's been both a blessing and a curse to share an apartment with her for the past year when she has shown no romantic interest in you during all that time.

"Got any special plans?" she asks.

"Probably going to meet up with my family for dinner, but other than that, no," you say, "May go out drinking after, if I can talk someone into it."

"Good luck with that," she says with a chuckle. She tosses a goldenrod envelope onto the counter, "Here, this is for you."

You barely manage to tear your eyes away from her cleavage (which her top frames beautifully, by the way) to pick up and inspect the envelope. It has your name on the front, but not in any handwriting you recognize, and stranger still, no return address or stamp. Now curious, you open it and pull out its contents, which consist of a single black card. On it was a single phrase, written in gold script in the same handwriting as the name on the front of the envelope.

Anything you want is now yours, whether physical or immaterial. All you have to do is claim ownership of it.

"Weird," you say, tossing the card onto the table, "Is this some sort of coupon?"

"What's it say?" Ashley asks, now interested in the card. She picks it up, then frowns, flipping it over a few times in her hand, "Some coupon. I don't see anything written on here."

"What?" you say, snatching the card back from her, "I's right here, plain as..."

You blink. Like Ashley said, the card is now a completely black rectangle, with no trace of the words you just read on either side.

"Maybe I should've gotten you a pair of glasses for your birthday," your roommate says with a wry grin, then goes to the fridge and opening it. She looks for a moment, then pulls out a carton of orange juice.

Just then, your toast pops out of the toaster. Ashley turns her head towards the sounds, her ponytail spinning from the sudden motion. She walks over and reaches for it, "Sweet, toast!"

"Hey, that's mine!" you yell. Not that you expect it to stop her, Ashley does stuff like this all the time.

To your surprise however, Ashley recoils back from the toast, and looks over at you apologetically, "Oh, sorry. All yours, buddy."

You go over and grab the toast for yourself. Usually, you probably would just brush it off as her being unusually nice, but the odd words on the card were still fresh in your mind. You feel stupid for even thinking they were telling the truth, but decide it wouldn't hurt to test it out. Worst case scenario, you make yourself look like an idiot in front of Ashley, and it certainly wouldn't be the first time you did that.

Seeing her pouring a glass of orange juice, which you know for a fact Ashley bought with her own money, you point to the carton and say, "That orange juice is mine too."

Ashley looks at you, then sets down the carton and hands you the glass, "Alright, here. It's all yours. Guess I'll have to get some milk out of the fridge."

Almost immediately, you decide to push it even father, adding, "Actually, I claim the entire fridge as mine, and everything in it."

Ashley blinks, and for a moment you think you pushed it too far. But then she frowns and says, "Dammit, I had a soda in there for later. Ah well, it's yours now. Nothing I can do about it."

She then grabs another glass and fills it with tap water, then takes a sip. You notice she doesn't even try to get ice from the freezer. If she was acting, she was doing a fantastic job at it.

"That's it?" you ask, "You're really fine with me just claiming the fridge for myself?"

"Well yeah," she says with a shrug, "You claimed it, it's yours now. I just hope you'll be nice enough to let me use it once in a while. If it's not too much trouble of course. Speaking of, you want me to put your orange juice back in it for you?"

"Y-Yeah, sure," you say, stunned at what was going on. You take a small sip of your orange juice as you watch her carefully put the carton back in the fridge. At this point, you were 95% sure that this was legit, since even on her best day Ashley was never this dedicated to a prank.

Looking over her stunning toned body once more, you remember that the card said that anything could be yours. Perhaps one more test was in order, just to see whether anything really meant anything.