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Chapter 7 by blackclover77 blackclover77

What do the gloves intend to do?

They can do magic too

As James left the room with his laptop the gloves were relieved that all was going according to plan. The day went on as usual with James doing chores around the house and watching tv as the gloves waited the day out. It began getting dark and the gloves knew it would just be a few moments longer before he fell asleep. Suddenly the sound of snoring was heard throughout the room and the drawer James stuffed the gloves into creaked open as they floated out.

One glove headed under the dresser to get James' phone while the other was asleep from all the waiting from earlier. The other glove returned and tapped it awake. First both of the gloves set the phone in the living room and then returned to James' Room to pick out a subject. They quietly opened the closet doors. They saw t-shirts, pants of all kinds, sweaters, jackets, and the sort. The gloves even found a small drawer consisting of various undergarments and socks. There was even a shoe rack with various different shoes as well.

The gloves rubbed each other together realizing the potential inside the closet. They first needed to see if the spell would work, they needed to settle on something. Both grabbed various choices presenting them to one another before finally settling on a pair of blue jeans. They then grabbed the jeans and headed outside.

Now in the living room the gloves placed the pair of jeans on the floor and got the phone ready. One of the gloves then tapped the other for something before that one realized they needed a "wand" of some sort. It then grabbed a pen in a cup holder and handed it to the other glove. The glove then motioned the other on the count of 3 to play the recording. "Attrivus Attentum!" the recording said as the glove waived the wand at the jeans.

The jeans then began rising as their form began getting filled in. Strong-looking legs, a well-rounded butt, followed by a enticing bulge now seemed to be present in the jeans. The gloves then thumbed up each other at their success. The jeans were curious as they seemed to be staring at themselves and walking about the living room thankful for their newfound sentience.

What happens next?

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