The doorbell rings. Crap. You can't answer it like this. No-one of your height lived here. You crept up to the front door, and stood on your tippy toes to look through the spyhole. You were astonished to see the form of Katie Springer. But that was impossible. She couldn't have gotten here so fast. And...was that a broomstick she was holding? Was she some kind of insane person? Too many questions, not enough answers.
You opened the front door.
"Oh dear, it's already started," Katie pushed into your house without waiting to be invited in "I'm truly sorry that you have been caught up in this. No-one was supposed to even be able to open that case, let alone take anything out."
"What-" your voice cracked as you spoke. With every subsequent word, your voice becomes higher until your voice is identical to Katie's "What's happening to me?"
"Me and my luggage were afflicted with a Gemini curse. Any object I touch has one of two effects: either they turn into an exact replica of me, or they are infected with the curse. Putting on clothes after I was cursed was difficult, believe me."
"And, um, what happens if someone else touches one of those objects?" you asked, clearing your throat as you felt it was too high, like you had a cold or something.
Katie gestured to your chest. "Well, you can kind of see the results. I'm very sorry that you're mixed up in this."
You look down at your chest as you feel