Tim stumbled back to his cubicle. This had to be some weird hallucination... how old was that cold pizza he had for breakfast? His eyes scanned the office. Jeff the account manager, Lucy from marketing, Bob & Ralph from the legal department - everybody in the office was wearing big silver hoop earrings and an opulent engagement ring.
"Tiffany's ring." he said under his breath. Then it clicked. The website. The wish. It couldn't be, could it? Everyone in the office was becoming more like Tiffany? It was so absurd that Tim couldn't help but chuckle. Definitely not what I had in mind, he thought.
He spun around in his chair to look at Stan. He was engrossed in the same copy of Vogue that Tiffany had been reading. Tim noticed Stan's fingernails now had a hot pink manicure; and lip gloss, eyeshadow, and mascara now adorned his face.
As Stan pored over the magazine, Mr. Williams walked up behind him - he too had the manicure and makeup. Tim's jaw clenched, as Stan would certainly get chewed out for slacking on his work.
"Kate Upton has, like, the most perfect boobs," Williams said - his voice dripping with envy rather than lust.
"Ugh I know, right?" Stan responded without even looking up, "So jeal."
"Well we've been dropping hints" Williams said, "I think David knows what to get for our birthday." Stan's eyes lit up and the two began to giggle.
Tim couldn't help but stare at the two grown men, wearing flashy jewelry and makeup, tittering about their apparently mutual fiancee getting them a boob job. His first instinct had been to find a way to reverse this, but a part of him really wanted to see where this was going. This was the most weird and exciting thing that had ever happened in this office. There was no way he was getting those DTF reports done now.
