But if you don't want to get in trouble I recommend that you stay the hell away from me. She might decide to do this to you next. And before you stand...there and tell me it could never happen, I didn't think it could happen to me, either."Trish stared at me as if I'm the scene of a terrible accident. But of course it was no accident. This all happened to me on purpose. She demanded to know how Reggie could do these things to me, turn me into what I've become.I shrugged and said, "It was. “Sir?” the maitre’d repeated again. “Here is table 315.”“Thank you,” I stammered, and finished climbing the stairs, standing at the edge of the table. I finally realized that there were four others at the table -- the redhead next to Riley, the brother across from her, and the parents at the far end of the table.Jim finally noticed me standing there, and came around behind his son to shake my head. “Mark -- so glad you could join us. You clean up pretty well when you don’t have a snorkel in. He had long neon green painted nails to match the outfit. He was really freaked out but kept going as he put the clothes on, and pulled out a leathere miniskirt and 6 inch heels. He amazed at how easy he could walk in them as his body sashayed over to the mirror and expertly applied makeup to his face. When he was finished what looked back in the mirror was any mans dream girl. Long blonde hair that fell to her tiny waist, deep blue eyes, and full pouty lips. When he left his stall and came out. .. what? You already called her?"Her glower was all the answer I needed."They made last minute plans to see her dad this weekend. He's got the flu, too! And so does Phil! It's a stupid epidemic or something. We only have one choice, I'm sorry, Matthew. You'll have to come with us."I groaned in actual pain. "Aw, come on! Can't you cancel or something?"I winced at her glare. "Get out of my sight before I forget you're 14 years old and take a belt to your backside, young man."Grumbling, I shuffled.