Granted. You are now two inches tall. You are then vacuum-sealed into the Pringles can at factory level. It takes a week for someone to purchase your pack of Pringles in which time you have long since suffocated to death. You are successful in your prank though as the sight of your tiny, rotting corpse scares the bejeezus out of an old lady who subsequently dies of a heart attack. Your corpse and the entire pack of Pringles are then eaten by her twelve cats.

I wish I could transform into anybody on the planet.