One night, you and your friend hit up a party—nothing huge, just good music, flashing lights, and enough dancing to make your feet ache. For those two hours, everything felt electric. You laughed, shouted lyrics to songs you barely knew, and let the world blur into motion and light. But like all good things, it eventually came to an end.
Still buzzing from the night, you grabbed your things and headed home, ready to crash into bed and disappear into dreamland.
Morning light poured through your window, a little too bright for your liking. Groggy and yawning, you dragged yourself to the front door to check outside—habit, really. But sitting on your porch was… a package. Medium-sized, plain cardboard, no label.
Weird.
You figured maybe it was your order of wine glasses—the ones you wanted to gift your mom for Christmas. You didn’t remember getting a delivery notification, but whatever. You brought the box inside and tore through the tape.
But instead of fragile glass and bubble wrap, you found something else entirely.
An oversized pastel-white hoodie with subtle sparkle in the fabric. A soft pleated black skirt. A pair of thigh-high black stockings. And white ankle-strap shoes with just a touch of heel—dainty, almost doll-like.
Your brows furrowed. Was this a prank? You peered outside again, half-expecting to see your friends snickering behind a bush with their phones out. But the street was empty. Dead quiet.
No note. No instructions. No explanation.
You stared at the clothes. They were… surprisingly nice. The hoodie looked ridiculously comfy. Part of you wanted to laugh it off—try them on, maybe send a picture to your friend like, "Haha, very funny. You left your magical girl cosplay at my house."
Or you could just toss them in the basement and forget about it.
But something about the hoodie—it almost shimmered as it caught the morning light. Almost like it was inviting you.
You could put them on, just to be funny... or maybe see if anything strange happens. Either way, the choice is yours—at least, for now.