"This," Belle exclaimed with an amused grin, holding up a page from a glossy fashion magazine. The page showcased a trendy pair of yoga pants that had caught her eye.
"You want yoga pants? But you don't even do yoga!" you retorted, raising an eyebrow in playful disbelief.
A mischievous glint sparkled in Belle's eyes as she shot back, "That's none of your business, just transform." With a slight roll of your eyes, you obliged and, with a thought, transformed into the very yoga pants she desired.
As the transformation took place, your body contorted in ways you had never experienced before. Your hair retreated into your head, replaced by thin soft beige fabric, while your limbs merged with your torso, causing you to shrink. Before you knew it, you found yourself in the unsettling shape of yoga pants.
"Oh, wow! You're exactly what I wanted! You're amazing with the medallion," Belle marveled, clearly impressed by mimicking on what’s on the magazine. Your mother chimed in, seemingly amused by the whole situation. She picked you up from the floor and handed you to your delighted sister.
"Now, how long are you planning to keep him like this?" your mother asked Belle with a hint of curiosity before leaving the room.
Belle replied confidently, "I'm not sure yet. I'll keep him in the drawer until I feel like using him." Her smug expression hinted at the fun she was planning to have.
"Well, I have to go to work. Take care of the house for me alright?" Your mother said while leaving the room.
“I will.” Belle replied with a smile on her face.
As your mother left for work, the atmosphere in the room changed. With a metallic sound of the medallion, Belle burst into laughter, signaling that your time using the medallion ended. "It seems your time is up! I hope you enjoy your stay in my clothing drawer." She playfully tossed the medallion aside, and tossed you in a clothes drawer of hers.
Days passed, and Belle gradually forgot about your transformation. After all, you used to get out of the house a lot. Belle whenever she opened the drawer to pick up something to wear, she would put you under more and more clothes, until you ended up on the bottom of the drawer. While she keeps getting preoccupied with her daily routines, you keep getting more hidden among the clutter of her clothes. You grew increasingly bored, confined to the darkness of the drawer, surrounded by an assortment of skirts, shorts and pants that belongs to your sister.
It wasn't until Belle eventually rediscovered you in the drawer that the monotony was broken. Confused, she mumbled to herself, "Yoga pants? Why do I have this?" as she picked you up and placed you on the bed. While trying to to jog her memory, she noticed the label on your fabric. "It's still labeled." Belle said as she looking at you carefully.
"Well, at least now I have…”