The imps eyes glowed as it stared at the jogger from a nearby branch. Her white ankle socks vanished, replaced with rainbow socks running up to mid thigh. Her stride doesn't shift for a moment.
"Yo imp. What are you up to?" John says.
"Nothing." It lies as it flies down and lands on his shoulders.
They pass a businesswoman on the street back to his families townhouse and the imp eyes glow as she walks by. As she walks past she now is wearing rainbow socks up past her skirt, and in heels. And inside her brain she finds an urge to buy more and wear more. "I need more rainbow socks." She says to herself as she turns the corner.
John turns just too late to see the imps handiwork and heads inside.
