Franticly you tear at the transformed cloths but it's useless you can't get grip even hacking at them with scissors has no effect, they just seem to cling more tightly, painfully so. Finally you slump to the floor by the door sobbing in frustration, as you sit there you hear a sound that freezes your blood, the soft measured tread of foot steps along the hall outside. "Who could that be?" you think you didn't hear anyone come in. "Oh shit I cant be seen like this!" The steps stop outside the bedroom door, you hold your breath, suddenly a white business card slides under the door you turn it over and see.
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[ Because He's a Wizard! ]
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A sound behind you makes you turn to see an old man in a battered robe and slippers watching you with an amused expression. "No, don't get up Steven." he says. What, how, who? "The hell are you!" you yell angrily. The man just chuckles and points at the card "Now young man to business" he says suddenly serious "You stole those cloths from my store, you owe me a debt, and under the laws of magic it's up to me how you repay me" He see your confused expression "Yes magic" rolling his eyes "now this can be easy or hard which is it to be?"