Thomas was startled by a store worker popping up from behind him. The young woman asked, “Are you considering buying that?”
“I doubt it; I don’t believe in magic,” Thomas said. “But it is pretty; I could use it to freshen up my room.”
“Well,” said the employee, “that rose does more than look and smell good. It’s enchanted, and I think you’d be the perfect person to use it. If you lean in and take a deep breath of it, the spell will take effect, but only for 12 hours.”
Thomas was wondering how this girl actually believed what she was spouting off. The skinny, short, black-haired 14-year-old boy was somehow finding himself believing her, though.
“Fine, I’ll buy it,” he sighed.
“You won’t be sorry!” the employee beamed, ringing him up.
Later, when Thomas got home, he placed the Rose in a vase of water and set it on his windowsill. He looked at it curiously. It couldn’t be magic...could it?
He decided a sniff couldn’t hurt. He leaned in over the rose and breathed deep. The fumes went up his nose, and suddenly he felt weak. He fell to the floor and lost consciousness.
When Thomas awoke, he was angry. He’d bought a drug! He’d have to return it. But first things first: he was extremely nauseous.
He ran for the bathroom and barely got the toilet open before he lost his cookies. He flushed it and moved to the sink, feeling better. But his hands looked different: bigger, more callused.
Thomas looked up and yelled. In the mirror was a tall, sexy young man. His face was chiseled, with full lips, perfect teeth, square jaw, high cheekbones, and bright blue eyes. No stubble, which allowed him to still look like a boyish teen, but his jet-black hair was short and slicked back.
Below that face, there was a hunky body. Tanned everywhere, it consisted of two pecs pushing out a half-buttoned polo, visible abs, and arms that bulged enough to fill the sleeves and strain them a little. The legs were lithe and lean, and were highlighted by tight jeans.
Thomas ran his new hands over his new face. He couldn’t believe it! Then he saw a handwritten note that read:
“I realized I never told you exactly what the spell was. It’s a glamour spell, designed to turn you into the most attractive version of yourself. Again it only lasts 12 hours, but you r reality is altered to fit during that time. Take care and good luck with the ladies- they won’t be able to resist you now!”
Thomas was stunned. How was any of this possible? Could he get his wits together enough to take advantage of his new appearance before it wore off?