“Daisy’s actually a super-genius and has been hiding it from your family for years. She can breeze through her classes and only tried acting dumb ...in the first place because of expectations. She’s helped proofread some of my papers too.”Molly laughed. “Yeah. Anyways, is she okay?”“Oh yeah, she’s fine. We’re fine.” I shrugged mellowly.“Good.” Molly beamed at me. “It’s nice to have you back here. I think my parents missed seeing you.”“What did you tell them? Like, the entire time I was away.” I. "Come on dudes! That one's not even wearing a mask!" you feel like shouting out. That does it, you feel like dishing out some damage just on principal, after all, running around all half-cocked with shotguns,these lads could hurt themselves you think with a smirk and then leap from the roof edge.You hit the street, the tarmac crumpling from the impact, the suit drinking up the kinetic force and sending shock-wave flying out from around you. The maskless thug is thrown through the air, his bag. Changing the name was harder because I had to match the font,which was different on all of the items. When I was done, I printed outone of each on my printer, in full color, and other than the pictureand name, I had exact copies of each piece of my ID. My name on eachwas Diane Michelle Grant. My dad had used a laminating machine quiteoften, and it was still in his office, so I went in and laminated eachone.I was so elated at being able to dress as a woman that almost could notstand it. I fixed. He was caughtbetween the need to rant at her, tell her how unfair she was being, andthe need for some freedom. He decided to compromise, to play nice untilshe let him go, then he could run over to his friend's place, and spendthe day bitching about how unfair it all was. He'd barely walked intothe living room when Laura was dragging him back upstairs again toinspect his work. Luckily, he'd guessed she might do that, so heactually put a bit of effort into it."Hmm... Not bad, I guess... So, any.