He asked for avolunteer to spearhead the program and help train its new members.No one answered. They either looked at the ground or at one another, b...tno one made eye contact with Coach.I raised my hand.Coach smiled.I held tryouts the next week. The girls were very nice and sweet andeager to learn, but I felt very awkward instructing them in my restoredbody. After much deliberation and egging on from the girls who knew mystory, I asked coach to change me back into a cheerleader. Coach. They ... I...”He pulled out his phone, and called Jessy. Jessy was her friend, not him, not the same sort of friend at least. But by the time it was ringing, he could hear the ring from down the street.A woman in a trench coat came running. Natasha and Jack both stopped and looked at each other, and the little Mekhet smiled, before Jessy reached them and scooped her up.“God damn it Natasha! Fucking disappeared, and then I go looking and find werewolf tracks, and bits of your suit, and Bob said. The scent from her perfume was captivating. We started talking, mainly polite conversation, but by her third sherry she started to talk more about her self, that she always wanted children but couldn't have because she was not a real woman. She asked me if I have noticed that she isn't a "real" woman. I said that I had a vague idea that it might be like that. She took my hand and said:"I'm glad you are honest, but don't you think I'm pretty?"."Oh, you are, very". She smiled. Oh yes, she was. I sat up shoulder to shoulder with him.“I don’t have a best friend either,” He turned and looked at me “I’ve never had a friend that’s a girl either, so if I do something really weird or awkward around you, that’s why.”“Oh I think you're doing fine,” I said bumping his shoulder with mine.“Thanks,” He looked down into his lap.“What? What’s wrong? Did I do something weird and awkward?”“No, I was just thinking how much of a dork I probably sound like, because since I’ve never really had a friend.