You're sitting on your couch, staring at the ceiling, when inspiration strikes. Well, to be exact, it almost shatters your eardrums. Your neighbor is playing loud reggae music again, and your thoughts drift to him. You figure he's a good a choice as any.
Your neighbor, Jared, is a bit spacey. And that's putting it very nicely. A good portion of that comes from his favorite pastime; smoking endless amounts of weed. But there's something about his mannerism, something slow and carefree. Your neighbor is a nice guy in certain ways, but doesn't seem to understand the basic expectations of society. He wears the same pair of flip flops on his large feet year round, only replacing them when they literally fall apart. His clothes are usually wrinkled, complete the heady pot aroma that wafts off them. Laundry day doesn't come often at Jared's. His wavy hair is very long, the wild auburn strands cascading past his shoulders like a mane. His eyelids are always a little droopy, but whether that is their resting position or a result of the weed, you can't say. He's the same age as you, 23, but he was still living like a teenager. You're not even sure what he does for a living. He's stick thin, and taller than you; about 6 feet even. He dresses like a surfer, but his pale complexion is proof that he spends most of his time inside, with the TV or stoner rock pumped up loud.
At least Jared lives close by, so you won't be sending your features out of reach. And he might be too high to notice anything is different anyways. Assuming this works, of course. You rub the ring with your thumb and think. Your neighbor has his flaws, but there must be something you can think of to switch...