Jen heard her phone ring. A flood of superstition-induced panic ensued, even though she was sure the curse was fake. She looked around for anything she wouldn't mind becoming, just in case it were true - she didn't want to be stuck to the floor, after all. She looked over at the expensive, leather couch, and decided to sit down on it before answering her phone. She sat on the soft, white, leather couch, and slowly pulled out her ringing phone.
"Hello?" she said tentatively.
"Hey, Jen, how are you?" her friend Elizabeth asked.
*POOF*
Jen dropped her phone as her lower body suddenly merged with the couch. It landed with a thud, automatically hanging up on her friend. She suddenly could feel each leather cushion, the back, the whole couch as herself. She screamed. She could feel every inch of the expansive couch, the air feeling like it was flowing over her own skin - yet it was flowing over the dyed leather!
Jen panicked, and tried to move. She found she could shift her weight and scoot inch by inch, her new legs scraping against the hardwood. She watched through the window as the bus drove past, realizing her predicament - how was she to get to school now, with her lower body being an 8-foot wide couch?