"Anger sparked in Laurie's eyes. "I beg to differ, young lady. If you had asked to end the Transformation it would haveended. Now it is beyond my po...wer to reverse it."The bleak lack of any emotion in her child's response chilledLaurie's soul. "Perhaps, but you have a world of history onyour side," Jack lifted the album to her, "to prove that,without beforehand knowledge, the Transformed person is notgoing to make that decision because the full ramificationshave been left. . ." the finely. "Alright, see you down there." He said and closed the door and headed downstairs.I walked down the stairs a few moments later. I could smell the pizza and it smelled amazing. I walked past the living room where Dylan sat on the couch eating pizza and watching TV."Hey! Welcome to the party!" He said enthusiastically as I walked by and grabbed my pizza off the counter."What are we watching?" I asked as I hopped over the back of the couch while balancing three pieces of pizza."Jaws." He looked at. .do I call him a receptionist? 'Huh' I said to myself,wanting to drink it all in, but also not just gawk like a tourist fromNebraska looking for a Chipotle. Wrong turn! [apologies, Nebraskagirls, I love you too]"Hi" came the singsong greeting from the front desk.I turned my head to answer, but paused because he was.....he was sobeautiful and femme. A stylish thick mop of hair, boyish cut but with alight side feathering, and delicate features....twinkling yellow stoneearring studs...was he. Why did he have to go for so long, why couldn’t he be here during those cold, lonely nights? He’s working hard for me that’s why, for us, for our future. Things have been tough lately, with not enough money coming in even though both of us work insanely hard. We will be okay though, everything will be good again when the love of my life returns to me, holding me in that safe embrace, hands cradling my face, lips locking onto mine. I want to please him, for this I have been preparing, not only.