You make your way over to Wendy deciding to play it cool. "Is this seat taken," you ask her."No, by all means. I could use the company until my boyfri...end arrives." Her smile is huge, and you're pretty sure that she's using her sexy voice. You take your seat and decide that this could be fun."I'm Julia," you say. Wow, that name came out of nowhere and was all too natural. A quick worry runs through you wondering what all else has changed with this new body. "Wendy," she replies holding out her. A sea of green, enough to gladden the heart of any Irishman, flowed into the seats."Thank you. Now, if you don't want this on prime time, hold up the red card now."Not a hand went up, aside from two 6-year-olds sword-duelling with their green cards.One of the cousins yelled out, "Hey, Tanya, why you not holding your red card up?"She yelled back to everyone's amusement, "Two months ago, I would have."Uncle Charlie breathed a sigh of relief. "Great, thank you all, ladies and gentlemen. I think. He looked down at her while clearly he did the mental translation. Mia could see he was taking in her condition: her toned shoulders, her abdomen with barely a crease even sitting, her tan, and attitude. It was all status. And probably his boss, whoever he was, was Italian? Could this even be Mafia?“Come,” he said and stood back.Mia stood up, with his eyes lasered onto her. She followed him to the door, which he opened. He would either be super correct, or treat her like nothing - one or the. Compared to the drills you... Charlie ... has to do during sports season."I sighed, my twitching muscles protesting at the thought of harderpractices. "Let's hope your sister is back by then. Or at least finds away to swap back right before and right after every practice."She cut her eyes over at me, a strange expression on her face."What?" I asked, stopping to look at her."Nothing," she replied, beginning to walk again."Katie, tell me. There was a ... look. What did I say?"She shrugged. "I'm.