“Yeah, the only difference being that the prom charged admission,” he replied, making Jenny laugh. They were sitting in a booth in the back of the...room, waiting for Mike to come back. “Considering that there is no chance of anyone listening in on our conversation, I guess it is better than the park. With the loud music and the dense population, their sound waves would be lucky to spread past this table.”Mike finally staggered back, holding a martini. He drank it in a single gulp and then turned. Of course, everything was new to me. I’d skipped my own high school graduation and never saw one of these before, and I hadn’t really paid too much attention to what they’d said about this one, so I didn’t expect it would take as long as it did. And I had to pee!Belinda’s turn!I know, I know, “Oh ye of little faith!” But I can hear the smile in His voice when He says it.Why am I so surprised that I’m seeing what I never thought that I would see with my own eyes? But I am! Thank You! Every time. It reminds me of my cousin’s gymnastics meets.’ ‘They are very similar,’ he said. ‘Would you like me to explain the rules and point systems?’ ‘Please!’ We spent the rest of the morning discussing the various events, critiquing competitors, and applauding everyone enthusiastically. We seemed to be in our own little bubble, surrounded by all these people and the noise, but set apart. This was the first time I had ever had a sustained conversation with him — his correcting my movements in training. As I brought it up, I noticed that the To: line was addressed to something called the "Transformation Stories Mailing List."Transformation?I skimmed the message further."Actually, um, no. I've thrown out this idea for *you* guys to fool with. :) Though I'm going to fool with it myself (with a deer xform, of course. :) We haven't had any new story universes put in lately. So take this and run with it. :)"Oh, one more possibility. *You* don't know you've changed, but everyone else says you *have*.