Manicure or Pedicure

"Would you rather get a manicure or pedicure?"

"Must be some kind of bad joke", was Mike´s first thought, as nothing else was written on the card. He inspected it closer. The card was of high quality, and looked expensive. He had never seen the rune that was depicted on the backside of the card but it looked exotic. He bended the card and turned it to all side to see if he could find anything but in the end it was just a boring, albeit good looking, card. For a second he though about keeping the card, but ultimately decided to throw it away into his trashcan next to the entrance. He had no idea how it ended up with him, so there was no point in playing the seemingly little game that was intended with the it. He turned around, took off his remaining outdoor clothes and headed straight for his desk to start learning. Unfortunately, an assignment was due in a couple days and as usual he was not really close to finishing it.

If he had turned around again, he could have seen a faint glow originating from his trashcan. He didn´t know yet, but the card was actually part of a game that would not accept a refusal of playing it. So the ancient magic that was bound in the game decided for Mike. For a split second the glow became stronger and then the card vanished.

Mike was already at his desk starting to type away the next couple hundred words for his assignment. Even though he is lazy, this time he already did most of the research and only needed to write all the stuff down, however that was still a challenging task given how little time he had left. After a while his hands began to feel strange, almost as if they were tired but somehow different. Mike was surprised that his hands were already tiring but he was not willing to stop already. However, something else was distracting him, a loud clicking noise that he could not locate. He stopped writing to look around but as soon as his hands left the keyboard the clicking sound ceased. It took him a couple minutes to realize that he was the source of the noise, or more precisely his hands. He looked at them and froze. Instead of his usually short trimmed nails, he could see way longer more feminin nails that were coated in gloss and finished with a french tip.

"What the f....", was the only thought creeping through Mikes brain. It took him a couple seconds to grasp what he saw and then a mixture of pure panic and total confusion set in. The jumped out of his chair, ran towards his bathroom and franticly searched for his nail clipper. When he found it, he started working on the nails but for reasons he could not understand, the clipper was not able to cut through the nails. He used more and more **** until the clipper gave way with a soft cling. Drops of sweat started to run down Mikes forehead when he grabbed his side cutter from his toolbox. This time the tool withstood the **** and he was able to clip off one of the nails. But to his horror it rapidly grew back until it looked as new as before.

"What is going on. Am I drunk? Did someone put something in my drink during lecture?! This can´t be real."

Mikes head was fuming when time suddenly seemed to stop. The card! It had to be something the card was coated in, there is simply no other explanation. Mike ran to his trash can and emptied its content on the ground. Even though there was just a small pile he searched for several minutes, but he could not find the card.

"But I did throw it in there!", he heard himself cursing. Eventually he gave up. Defeated he turned back to his desk when he spotted the card lying on there. Immediately he ran back to pick it up, but when he turned it around a different question was printed on it.

"Would you rather..."