"People... still get sick, Carter," he said. "The last few days -- well. To say they've been stressful... Well..." Those people in Monterrey, Doc... H...w long did they... y'know... last, once they took sick?" Carter, you don't necessarily have..." Dr. Montoya, please! If I've just got a touch of the flu, nobody will be happier to find it out, a week from now, than me... But I don't think I got the flu, Doc. I think I got the Virus." I don't know how to treat it, Carter. No one knows. But I'll. Long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, pouty mouth. I'm a girl! A teenage one, at that! I didn't understand teenage girls when I was a teenage boy, and as I've gotten older, they've only seemed stranger and stranger. How the hell am I going to convince everyone that I'm still Jennifer?Now, I admit I took a better look at myself and realized I wasn't just a teenage girl; I was a hot teenage girl! Almost without thinking, my hand raised and cupped my breast. It felt firm, very nice. I glanced at the. The train then went into darkness as it roared through another tunnel, as it became light again Daniel looked up only to see that the girl had gone. When the train stopped Daniel and his family bundled out of the train and into a cab. Within 10 minutes Daniel was standing in front of his new house. As they went inside Daniel turned round and looked up and down his new street, houses neatly on each side and new fresh faces to meet. As he closed his front door he was sure that he would like this. It would have been simpler for her to make up the emaciated teen to look twelve.Marge had managed to bleach most of my tan away. Even the tan lines were blended till they seemed to vanish. She promised me the bleaching treatment wouldn't do any real damage to my skin. I had my doubts but decided to play along anyway. When I looked in the mirror, I saw a middle aged woman almost ghostly in appearance. I definitely did not have a health glow, but it was Marge's illusion not mine.We were joined a.