Whatever this curse was that was controlling Sam, it didn't appear to have any sense of decency or privacy- making matters even worse(a feat Sam thought unimaginable at this point).
In just two days he went from a decent employee, to a cross dressing ladies man, to a mistress/secretary, what next? The office slut?
Amber opened Sam's door for him to get out, "I know things have gotten...weird...but I really appreciate your help both with this and back at the office earlier. I don't know what I'd do without you," Sam said. The solution to his problem was just in that store they parked in. Then he could write this all off as a bad dream and go back to his normal, everyday life.
"Yeah, yeah...if you're really so grateful, maybe give me a tip."
"I promise...I'll give you whatever you want once this curse is gone."
Amber rolled her eyes and dragged him along into the store.
"How can I help you, young lady?" The mystic asked Sam.
"That's just the thing. I'm a man! I'm under a curse thats forcing me into this! I don't have much time until the curse completely controls me!"
Sam then told the mystic the entire story of the wardrobe and the past couple days. informing her of every embarrassing detail.
She stared at him slackjawed, reaching down under the hem of his dress and grabbing his package.
"Hey!" He yelled surprised.
"Holy cow! Thats a powerful curse" The mystic said, "sorry, I just had to make sure you weren't trying to pull one over on me."
She paced back and forth lost in her own thoughts before reaching under the counter, pulling out a flask and taking a big swig from it. She then pulled out a joint and lit it before locking the entrance and closing the blinds.
"This is the most intense case I've ever come across. Please follow me to the back and we'll work on getting rid of your affliction"
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