He dug his toes deeply into the lush carpet. He swung his outstretched arms over his head and nearly touched the fiber paneled ceiling. He lowered his... arms, stretched them outward again, and swiveled himself in half circles from his hips. He loosened and worked his body. His muscles and joints felt stiff from confinement in the healing chamber during their long voyage from Earth aboard the T'shu-niachMichael had not seen himself in a mirror, but looking down at himself, at his chest, waist,. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner. According to the note, the museum found the contents of the journal inappropriate for either display or academic study.The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to. "I was kind of hoping you'd, youknow, ask me how Charlie did this. Or did that. You'd ask and I'd tellyou."I sighed, slumping in my seat. "That might be great. If I was anothergirl who simply wanted to pretend to be Charlie. I don't even know whatto ask you."For a moment, we did nothing but stare at each other. Then, like aflash of inspiration, I hit upon a possible solution."Katie?" Yeah?" Let's pretend that one of your guy friends got, I don't know, zappedby a ray that turned him into a girl.. .”“I know. He was your dream. You need to wake up.”She paused. “I hate it, but maybe they’ll give me grandkids. She’s so pretty.” Tears.“I doubt that Hanna will give you grandkids anytime soon. She is her own person.”I had to leave the room and let them deal with each other. In my mind, it was settled. I would live with Dr. Frantz until school was out and then maybe I’d get a chance for the summer. Seeing no need for delay, the next day I moved my stuff to Hanna’s room and settled in.Later in.