His mom sent him the yearbook when it got home, otherwise it would just be sitting in his room. He opens the book and flips to the back, to the index. "Taryn Tsitlic..." he mutters. Pages 21, 45, 76, and of course, 109, her senior picture. A girl this hot and exotic had no reason being in the same small town as he was. She was nice enough, just not in the same league. Greg didn't need to guess well at what her measurements were, so he just turned to her senior photo and propped the book open. Greg looked at all the other people from his town on that page and wondered how the game would know who to play against. Grabbing his phone, he took a picture of her picture and cropped it to fit. He changed to a power scheme which wouldn't go to sleep until he told it to. Now to get the rest ready. Greg opens the box and got everything unwrapped. He peeks in the fetish deck and sees breast expansion, penis shrinkage, doubling of arms, and then puts it away, even more excited and trepidatious about some random magic shop selling a real game. He could be getting all worked up for nothing. He grabs the red deck and puts everything else back in. The box safely on his shelf, he puts the deck on his desk and moves the only other thing on it, his laptop, into his bag leaning against the leg of the desk. He places his phone on the desk and plugs it in. Greg pauses, and then decides to strip.