"Close eyes, open a magazine and point, become what is in nearest photo!"read the slip of paper. So Dustin did.
He grabbed a Time magazine and opened it at random.
He jabbed his finger and opened his eyes. He smiled at Ty.
"If it had been the opposite page, I'd be test driving a Harley Davidson motorcycle."
"So what am I going to turn into?" Ty asked as his scalp suddenly felt cold. His skin paled, and hair began to grow on his face."
"Hello, Dali!"
"I'm becoming the Dali Lama?"
"Nope. My bad, it's a Hare Krisha." As Ty's clothes became flowing robes, his wallet dropped to the ground as his pocket vanished, and then turned into a tambourine. The beard Dustin had started to grow on Ty retracted into his face leaving him clean shaven and bald.
"Hari Krishna, Hari Lama..." Ty sang in a sing song voice while playing the tambourine.
"Five minutes of this, oh no." Dustin buried his head in his hands, and waited for Ty's time to expire.
He wondered what would happen to him next. He heard the doorbell ring, and peeked out to see Jeff Wamburgh on the doorstep. He adjusted his robe, as Ty turned back, and went to answer the door.
"Hey, Dustin, your slip says you'll become whatever the next person you see wants."
"Oh--" the expletive that Dustin intended to use was deleted as he tried too late to close the door. He was already turning into what Jeff wanted.
"Hey, Dustin, can I borrow..."