A short time later, Jack awoke.
“Ugh, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea,” Jack rubbed his head.
He climbed back up, brushing off his robe. Had it worked? He could only think of one way to test it. Jack slid out of the robe and laid it down on his bed. He put his wand down on it and walked over to his desk.
The spell book he had been consulting was still sitting open. It described how to make costume transformations permanent and… and… oh man. It worked. The book wasn’t gibberish!
Jack wanted to be sure. There couldn’t be a single trace in the costume on him. He quickly stripped down until he was standing naked in front of the book. His understanding still hadn’t faded. He… he had done it! Jack double checked his ears for a stray wand. This… this was really real! He had magic!
…which he should probably use to get some pants back on. Jack walked over to his closet and waved his hand. His hand glowed faintly and the pocket door slid open.
It worked it worked it worked! He- he owned more robes? Oh wow. Jack blinked and looked into his closet. The left half was all business casual office clothing, and the right half was over a few different takes of the robe laying on his bed. He had green ones, blue ones, casual light summer robes, and one that read to him as more formal somehow?
He picked up the green one and slid it over his shoulders. What… else had changed? He spun around and took in his bedroom. Things looked mostly the same, but… The owner of this room clearly had lost his fascination with technology. His desk’s monitor was gone, he didn’t see any of his usual gadgets laying around, and there wasn’t a charging cable in sight. Instead Jack had an all new bookshelf filled to the brim with magic tomes. His desk was littered with potion making supplies, and a few of his latest costume projects had started to encroach into his personal space.
“I… I really did it…” Jack stared in disbelief.
“John! Dinner’s ready!” Scott called out from the next room.
Why was he being so formal? Jack considered putting some actual pants on, but this new robe would do for now. John bent down and started to get a hanger for his original robe. Then he finally remembered the last thing he saw before passing out.
The robe had a name tag on it!
Jack rubbed his head. Shit shit shit- Had that had rubbed off on him too? It was just a nickname, but still. It felt weird to have Scott call him ‘John’. Could he even fix that later? He… might just have to live with his own carelessness. At least the name has a nice ring to it.
He finally emerged from his room. Jack smiled, watching his dog scurry around and get dinner ready. Err, it was just Scott. Human Scott. The Spot costume was just laying limp over the living room’s sofa. Despite all that, Jack still felt strangely possessive over his roommate.
Jack rubbed his head. He… he was permanently a sales wizard. There was no removing a robe to get his head on straight this time. How badly had he just screwed up?