That meeting with the President with the company had proven that this weird curse that came from that blasted wardrobe was changing how the world was treating Sam. Not that it required high level deduction, but he had never seen the shift happen in front of his eyes before- also it was a bit ominous that it was able to manipulate his actions before.
"Thats so exciting!" Amber cheered, "being the secretary of the president of the company?! Do you need any pointers?!"
"I'm not doing it," Sam exclaimed, "I'm more than happy in my current position."
"Well, just in case- while you suck his dick, you should-"
"Enough!" Sam stopped her, "I'm not going to be his secretary, and I'm not sucking anyone's dick. Now that I've fulfilled your request and met with the president, I'm going to head out and figure out just what the heck is going on- and then I'm going to get rid of this stupid curse. It had its moments when WE were doing it, but now its extended to pure hell. Can you give me a ride home?"
"Sure," Amber said.
Sam got out of Amber's car and felt relief the closer he got to his apartment door. While he was still cursed, he would at least be cursed while hidden from the world.
He pulled his keys from out of his purse, unlocked the door, and pulled thr door open.
He had a split second confusion as he looked past his front door to see his new feminine closet before that confusion shifted back into sheer terror.
"Oh no! No! Noooo!" He yelled stumbling backwards from his front door before a series of stocking and gloves shot out from the open door. The stocking wrapped around his neck and waist, while the gloves grabbed his arms. A pair of panties shoved themselves into his mouth to muffle his pleas.
Sam stared in dreadful suspense as the articles of clothing pulled him closer to the opened door.
He closed his eyes tight trying to think this nonsense into non-existence as the clothes pulled him in. The door slammed shut.
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