Boss -- Bimbo -- Achilles tendon

Richard was unsure of whether or not the object he had gained possession of would work as advertised. This had been why his first attempt at usage had ended up concerning something so subtle, yet potentially troubling, for the intended target and it was with hesitancy and anticipation that he kept on the lookout for the purported change and whether or not it had truly occurred.

The day went past, a slow day was what it was. The start of the day and walk to work had been no more exhilirating than any other day for Richard. This was despite his anticipation at the change which had supposedly occurred. It wasn't helped in the slightest by the lack of signs from the object actually working.

Soon after noon however, the day turned into something quite different for Richard, as his boss showed up among the cubicles, bringing with her proof of the magic working. The proof wasn't immediately obvious to someone who sat normally and wished to steer clear of attention. Although a changed height of the demanding woman was a sure sign that something had happened, Richard still took a chance at bending down and looking at her feet. Ensuring that her back was turned before he did so.

The overworked man was not disappointed once he saw the results of his craft. Below the bottom that had been tightly draped over by gray fabric, just as it was on most other days, were two nylon-clad calves that tightened up exuberantly. The reason for her lower leg muscles acting this way was the pair of sky high, open toed, heels, whose toe-box was accessorized with an even further heightening platform.

Richard hadn't imagined anywhere in his dreams that his request would yield such an interesting result and in truth he didn't really know if it had been entirely the spells doing that made her dress in such scandalous stripper heels or if those had simply been the only footwear available to the lady. What was before the man was, however, something which made him rather gleeful.

"Hey, I love your heels. I just want to let you know that, boss" Richard's complete gossip of a coworker stated in an attempt to try and butter herself up to her boss. An endeavor which was firmly stomped out by the boss who was, in fact, being **** to stumble about indignantly on her stilt-like footwear.

That last exchange between the two office dwellers filled Richard with a mirth that lasted until, and beyond, the evening of that day. The sheer amount that the immature coworker tried to befriend the least friendly person in the building, solely due to her being in possession of power, was a thing that was, oh so funny to him.

The newfound confidence Richard felt extended into his journey home. Outside of his door he even took a clear initiative in getting to converse with his neighbor. That was until he disappeared back into his apartment where the spell for the next day awaited brewing.