The clerk.

Standing in the doorway is the clerk from last night, however he has changed a bit, he isn’t wearing a shirt and he has a pair of black feathered wings. “You left it in all night, good girl. I see the spell worked. I have to ask, how did you get here? My spell was supposed to transform you into a girl, but that’s all.”

“Spell? Like real magic?” You ask stupidly as what else could explain what is going on.

“Hrumph, not much of a girl though, I was expecting much larger breasts.” He says and flicks your nipple. “Let’s see what I’ve created shall we.” He steps into your apartment forcing you to step back. He says a few words of power and your clothes are shredded till only dust remains. “What?” He says in disbelief, “You aren’t a girl at all. Just a little sissy boy. Fuck. What did I do wrong. The spell should have worked.” He stands there scratching his chin. “Did you use magic as well?” He asks finally.

“I don’t know how to use magic.” You answer with a shrug.

“Well, hmm, want to try again?” He asks.