You were a fairly typical teenaged girl in the looks department. Brown hair and eyes, caucasian, five and a half feet tall, carrying a but extra in the thighs and belly but for good reason as you needed the added mass for sports, B cups, and with a round dimpled face that got compliments like "cute" and "pretty" as opposed to sexy and hot. Your mind and personality were a bit "different" however. You didn't like calling yourself a weirdo but you had some rather odd thoughts and fantasies at times. You were straight, having dated only guys (well, guy. You've been steady with your first boyfriend Travis for just under a year now) and having never been romantically attracted to any women, but you always felt more sexually attracted to the female body and its softer more curvaceous form. Personality wise you were a bit bossier and commanding than most and really liked to take charge of any given situation, which is part of the reason (along with other more pervy reasons) why you became captain of the girl's wrestling team at your high school.
You're not sure why you entered this strange little store. Well, you knew why; you and Travis were about to celebrate your 1 year anniversary tomorrow and you wanted to get him a gift. What you mean is that you're not sure why you entered THIS store. Neither of you were all that into fantasy stuff and by the looks of it this place just sold tacky magic themed novelties, but for some reason you felt compelled to enter, as though you were fated to do so. Rather than wander aimlessly through the dingy little establishment you decided to confront the man behind the counter, a tall decrepit old fellow who dressed as though he was about to go off larping. "Uh, excuse me? I know this is going to sound like a weird question but I-"
"Wait wait, don't tell me! Let me think..." The old man interjected, closing his eyes momentarily before hesitantly responding "You're here to get a gift for your boyfriend. It's for an anniversary."
Your eyebrows raised "Uh, yeah. How did you guess that?"
"Magic!" The old man said in a tone perfectly straddling the line between sarcasm and genuine answer.
"Riiight. Anyway do you have anything that he might like? He's not really into all of this magic stuff but seeing as how this is a brand new shop I thought I might as well check here." You explain. In all honesty you had already gotten him a gift, a statuette of some dorky Japanese cartoon character that he was obsessed with the base signed by the creator of the show, but unfortunately the package got delayed on its voyage overseas and wouldn't be arriving for another week so you needed something quick to tide him over before his actual gift arrived.
"I've got something better, something that both of you will enjoy!" He announces reaching under the counter as though he already knew what he was going to give you. "And the best part is that everyone's first purchase is free!" He added before withdrawing...
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