Transformation

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*poof* Sofia groans inwardly as she turns into a sofa right in the middle of an alley. Sofia scolded herself as she realizes the predicament that she's in. Knowing that this would happen every night, she shouldn't have went out for a last minute trip to get some milk but she did it anyways.

Now she can only wait, all by herself in a dark, lonely alleyway. Oh how she dreads the inevitable situation of vagrants sleeping on her or rubbish getting dumped upon her soft, plushy cushions

Suddenly, a lone figure came into her vision. It was a man donned in all black. Black hat, black sunglasses, black polo shirt, black cargo pants and black flip flops.

Sofia prayed to herself that he would not notice her and walk away. However, Lady Luck was not on her side.

"Wow! What a comfortable looking sofa! Why would anyone throw this away?" The man exclaimed as he caressed the soft velvet sofa.

"Well, finder keepers, loser weepers!" He said as he started his attempt to drag the sofa out of the ally.

Upon realizing what was happening, Sofia placed all her weight upon the ground and tried her best to not be removed from her spot but alas, the man simply dragged her away and back into his apartment.

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