As I adjust my wardrobe back to elevations appropriate for crawling, something shiny and red from under the couch catches my eye. A strange business card, now that’s a clue! Now just how am I supposed to read this when all the text is covered in black stripes?

“Ohhh, Lex, no!” Riley shouts, snatching the card out of my hand. “You shouldn’t read that! Or even touch it. It’s umm…poison paper, that’s right!”

I sneer back to her, “Why are you stuffing it in your pants then?” But she won’t say a word. “Riley, come on,” I plead, trying to pinch my way into her pockets, but she scuttles around the other side of the coffee table, “Tell me what it’s for!” I shout, making my third lap around the living room, “It has something to do with why I woke up as a girl, right?”