Your surveillance of the shop from afar revealed no customers walking through its doors. Although you were admittedly curious of the shop's name, Magical Mysteries, it seemed a bit seedy of a place. You could swear it practically appeared overnight, taking the place of a declining clothes store.
Eventually you saw someone leave, carrying a stack of purple books and swishing their tail around. You didn't find it weird (unaware of the magic of that person's change), but were relieved that it was legit enough to have a customer. Steeling yourself, you sprint across the street, slowing down so as to not slam face first into the automatic doors.
The only visible attendant of the store was oblivious to your entry; working the register and flicking away on her cellphone completely bored. Finding yourself not even in the mood to greet her, you find that the store is larger on the inside. Signs hanging from the ceiling indicated aisles of specific items, so you had no idea which one to go for first.
Going for a classic eeny meeny miny moe, the party aisle is the lucky winner. Shrugging your shoulders, perhaps there may lie an item that makes you laugh, or provides some level of amusement. The first section of the aisle held clown costumes; not something for someone with coulrophobia like yourself. After that were more basic items like streamers, gift wrapping, and birthday themed plates and utensils. At least the very end of the aisle had the balloons; something you found to be most amusing of everything in the aisle. There were water balloons and holiday themed ones. "Didn't know they made balloons for Arbor Day and Thanksgiving." You note, passing by trees and turkeys. Stopping at the New Year's Eve balloons, you notice that the Valentine's Day ones are located just below them. Oddly enough, there was only one covered in slight dust, hidden almost to the back of the shelf.
Grabbing the plastic packaging, you blow the dust off to find that inside was a deflated balloon that looked like a pair of luscious female lips in red lipstick. The picture of the balloon showed it inflated to rounded proportions, and in different poses. Pouting, puckering, smiling, frowning, smirking; you wondered how they managed to get the balloon in those poses. But from what you could feel of the balloon inside, it definitely didn't seem like a normal balloon material. That kind of material was more thin and prone to poking; the lip balloon's felt tougher, like that of a beach ball or an inflatable mattress.
There was no text on the balloon that you were able to read, since you could only read English. Still it was something that intrigued, and admittedly, excited you. Bringing it to the register, the bored clerk groaned and scanned the item into the computer. "Ok, so like, I'm supposed to tell customers of warnings that show up for their stuff." She explains, scratching her chin. "It says to kiss this thing to imprint it upon you, and you will lose your virginity to it and the whole world will see it that way. Got it?" She says, sounding annoyed. Nodding to get out of her hair, you pay with your card and take the bagged balloon home with you.
Remembering that you have a helium pump at home leftover from your last birthday, you pat the balloon. It was then you felt that it had a rubber stopper to open and inflated from, just like a beach ball. "Oh, well that's gonna make things easier. I can't tie balloons too well." You chuckled, swinging the bag along happily.
Pulling the pump out of the hall closet, you tear open the balloon's package and unfold it. The rubber stopper was on the featureless backside of the balloon, so you pull it up and open it. Popping the pump's end into the stopper, you turn on the switch and watch as the loud pump expands the lip balloon with helium. The once flat balloon fills up into a pair of rounded, supple lips; once expanded to full size, you found they were almost as wide as you. The large pair of lips floated into the air, but surprisingly stopped at eye level, allowing you to take out the pump and close the stopper, then pushing it back into its slot.
You weren't sure how they didn't rise up to the ceiling, but you remembered the warning the register lady told you. "Okay, just gotta kiss them." You tell yourself, though find your skin sweaty and your heart beating quickly. "Geez, why am I acting this way over a freaking balloon." You ask yourself. Bending forward slightly, you give the lips a quick peck, then retracted in embarrassment. To your amazement, the lips floated toward you. Twitching slightly, the latex lips curled into a lascivious smile.