Without anything else to do, you decide to log on to your computer. Maybe there will be some kind of explanation, a news story or something. You type in your login name and password and wait for the computer to go through it's typical start up. Checking your icons at the bottom of the screen you notice Outlook telling you you have an e-mail. Curiously you open it. The e-mail is from the owner of the company and appears to have gone out to everyone in the office.
"From: Joe Boss
To: All TremuTech Technologies Employees
Re: Answers
Some of you may have noticed that you're turning into all manner of odd creatures, plants and objects. First this is not the result of some hallucination resulting from anything consumed at last years Christmas party (you shrug...that shoots down your first theory). I will explain what is happening to you. I am not from your city. Nor am I from your county, your state, your country or even your realm. I am, in fact, from another realm. A realm of magic and sorcery. I loved it there. But a newcomer to my world, namely my wife Debbie, caught my attention and my heart. She said she couldn't live in my world and couldn't love a man who actively used magic. I was so taken with her that I came here to your world. We married and have had 15 wonderful years together. Or so I thought. She told me yesterday that the marriage was a sham, that she didn't love me, and filed divorce papers. 15 years I have put up with the dull drabness of your world. For her. Now that she's gone I see no reason not to spruce the realm up a little. I've instilled many of the objects and foods around the office with transformative magic. Use them and you change. I'll allow you all to leave at 5:00pm. Those of you how haven't changed, congratulations, you'll keep your humanity. Those of you who have changed will need to infect 10 others in order to regain your humanity. Let the games begin, children."
You look around. A cat girl you recognize as one of your workmates skips by your cubical humming. Your now parrot boss Frieda can be heard squawking a complaint at Mitch for attempting to surf facebook. Somehow you need to retain your humanity until 5:00 pm, if your senses are to be believed. So now what?