Ethan, a wiry young man with mischief sparkling in his eyes, tiptoes past the doorway, careful not to let the wooden floor creak beneath him. His breaths are shallow as he approaches the bed, where Lila sleeps, her chest rising and falling in the soft glow. He glances at her desk, scanning for a notebook he believes holds a secret.
Lila, a sharp-eyed, confident girl with a streak of mischief herself, bolts upright. Her gaze snaps to Ethan, who freezes under her stare. "So, Ethan, care to explain why you’re sneaking around my room at midnight?"
"I, uh, just wanted to borrow your notes for the test tomorrow. I didn’t want to wake you," he stammers, glancing anxiously at the door. "If you wanted notes, you could’ve asked. But since you chose the path of a thief, I think it’s only fair you’re punished in a way befitting your crime," Lila replies, her lips curving into a sly grin.
Ethan’s vision spins, the room growing larger and larger until he realizes—he’s shrinking, his arms flattening and fabric enveloping his form. In seconds, Ethan is gone, replaced by a lacy, sky-blue bra resting at the foot of Lila’s bed. Lila picks it up with a triumphant laugh, examining her handiwork with delight.
"Next time, Ethan, maybe you’ll think twice before sneaking into a girl’s room. Enjoy your new perspective for a while," she teases, putting the bra on, filling him out.
Inside his new silken existence, Ethan contemplates his choices, humility washing over him. He realizes there are lessons that only a little magic—and a clever girl—can teach. For now, the bedroom holds its secrets, with one less mischievous intruder and one more story to tell.
