Roger's eyes were still watering a bit, but he was at least able to read the card that he pulled from the envelope. The message was typed:
"Congratulations!
By now, I'm sure you've already been exposed to the contents of the envelope. The next day is going to be very exciting! What you've just breathed in were specially designed magic spores, imprinted with the identity of a certain individual. Once they enter your body, they'll start changing it. Your body, your mind, and even your clothing are going to change until you are just like the person in the picture attached to this card. And to make things even more interesting, during the 24 hours in which the transformation takes place you will be very contagious. Every time you sneeze, some of the spores will be released, initiating the same transformation process in anybody who breathes them in.
Have fun!!!
XOXO"
It wasn't signed. What kind of weird practical joke was this? Roger laughed as he pulled off the photograph that was taped to the back of the card. "Let's see who I'm magically supposed to become." He was about to roll his eyes at the picture, but strangely felt compelled to stare at it for a few seconds, studying it.
