Mr. Andreas got the milk jug and poured everybody about half a mug full. Mrs. Andreas, Margaret, I wondered what to call her, filled my mug the rest o... the way with coffee. I put a couple of spoonsful of sugar in mine and took a big swig. I looked around at the Andreas family and smiled. I liked their family so I said it. Everybody just grinned at me.After breakfast, Alex and I went in her room to listen to Brave New World. She sat me down in the loveseat and I waited for her to do something.. I knew without any doubt that my entire future was ruined,and the minute I set foot in school I would become the object ofridicule that would last until I graduated. I had tears in my eyes whenI pulled in the driveway, yet savored the sense that I had reached asafe haven, and hurriedly went in the back door, going through thekitchen, emerging in the front foyer. The moment my heel touched thehardwood floor, both of my parents walked out, standing in my path. Agreater sense of wanting to flee. Pop pop! His shoulders fell out of position and fellback, making it look like he was sticking his chest out.Next his back arched on its own, chest pushed out more as he felt likehooks where in his nipples pulling hard. Harder and harder they pulled ashis chest began to expand, filling with matter, draining what little masshe had on his torso left and filling his chest up. They pushed furtherand further until finally they dropped down some, heavily dangling offhis body, small but noticeable.His. Hey, she wasn’t hard on the eyes. Why she had such trouble finding a boyfriend to stick around was… ok, it’s wasn’t such a puzzle. She was way too picky, according to Jordan. Maybe she should lighten up a little. “We’re kind of hot, aren’t we,” the woman, Steph’s impossible twin, remarked with a knowing smirk. Steph realized, suddenly, that she was kind of checking herself… no, her other self (ok, this was totally weird) out… “Umm… who are you…?” “Yeah, okay, totally not going to believe.