The Chancellor handed me a card prior to boarding the spacecraft.
It read, "Your name is Jonathan McNickelson. You were born in Hampton, Virginia. You are twelve years old. You are an only child who was left on the doorstep of the Phoebus Methodist Church as a baby. You need to blend in and make friends in order to achieve your mission."
A set of jeans, a blue t-shirt, and a pair of all white sneakers sat in front of me along with a baggie of capsules.
The capsule bag read, "Take one capsule every day to preserve your cover. These capsules will allow you to sustain life eating human food, using human products, and living a human life."
Removing my Quibly attire was more difficult than I had assumed.
My human form was less flexible than my Quibly body.
After a few somersaults across the floor, I was ready to dress to impress the humans.
The denim and cotton felt itchy on my human skin. This was going to take some getting used to.
The Royal Guards waited outside my door, ready to escort me to the spacecraft.
Two of them threw up immediately upon laying eyes on me.
One reached for his taser but quickly realized the transformation had changed everything about me, not just my looks.
I smelled different, I walked different, I only had two eyes, ten total fingers, you get the picture.
As concerning as their reaction was, the spacecraft made me even more nervous.