Quick Fix - Part 1

“Right, I’m here. This isn’t quite what I expected.” Ivana said softly, looking up at the somewhat nondescript building. She pulled into the drive, below the jade coloured marble accents lining to parking structure... She rolled her car down the ramp, letting her eyes fall to her phone. The signal seemed strong, but one or two bars flickered in and out.

“What were you expecting? A house made of candy? A hut in a bog?” Kate chirped, her voice crackling as the signal dimmed the further inside Ivana drove.

Chuckling, Ivana pulled into a space. “I don’t know… something spooky I guess. You have to admit, this is insane.”

“I didn’t believe it first either!” Kate giggled. “The proof is in the pudding though.”

It was true, Kate’s transformation had been obvious. “Yeah…” Ivana replied.

“I’m proud of you, going outside your comfort zone. “ Kate said. “And this should be a simpler spell. You’re already tall!”

Ivana felt her cheeks flush, brushing a lock of hair behind an ear. Until very recently, Kate had simply been her petite friend. Ivana had nearly fainted when they met at a barbecue last week, after taking a holiday Kate was literally a different person.

Shivering with anticipation, Ivana turned her car off and stared into the headliner of the car. “You sure it didn’t hurt?”

“It’s magic silly, don’t tell me you’re suddenly getting cold feet. You begged me to set this up.”

“It’s only natural, It’s a big change. I could just go under the knife.”

“Aren’t you scared of needles?” Kate purred.

Rolling her eyes, Ivana opened the door to her car. “Devil you know. Ah well, already here. May as well see what she can do.”

“Yay! I’m still mad you’re not telling me what you’re getting done.” Kate pouted. “Can’t wait to see the changes tonight! Remember, leave your purse and phone in the car.”

“That’s such a weird request!” Ivana said, stepping out into the car park. “Whatever, gotta run. Ciao!”

Popping her phone in the glove box, Ivana stowed her purse under the seat. Before she knew it, she’d entered the building and taken the lift up. It barely seemed strange that the building had no valet…

Leaving the lift, Ivana strode down the hall and turned towards her destination. The décor was strange, black marble tiles lined the walls caught the fluorescent light. Apartment 203 loomed closer and closer.

Taking a moment to compose herself, Ivana wrapped her knuckles against the door. The hall echoed with sound, the young professional bobbing on her toes as she waited.

Kate hadn’t properly described her host, just that she had red hair. Ivana’s imagination ran wild, stereotypes flitted about her imagination as she waited.

Finally, the door creaked open. Ivana blinked in confusion, as she let her hands fidget in front of her striped top. “Uh… hiya! I'm Ivana. The woman standing before her was about her age, and looked like she’d just rolled out of bed. “Is… Nicole… uh… in?” The brunette's womans drawn out by her uncertainty.

The redhead yawned, leaning against the jamb. Folding her arms, she looked Ivana up and down. Her eyebrows bobbed slightly. Ivana thought she saw a hint of a blush cross her cheeks. “That would be me… Ivana Djuric, right?”