He felt of his chest; no incision. So, he hadn’t had any major surgery yet; that would come in the next day or so, maybe later today.If he died on t...e operating table, he thought, those two brats would probably be glad. And that legal guardian of theirs, Ted Michaels, he’d be thrilled. And that Michiko kid, with all her rock star attitude; yeah, she’d probably dance a damn jig. And all those stupid teeny-bopper fans and... Damn, he thought, will anybody NOT be glad if I die? Well why shouldn’t. I told them everything about being an only child, myparents died yeas ago. I noticed Annette jotted it all down which is oddbut perhaps they were a company concerned about me, that the job mayprevent my personal growth I reassured both I wanted the job a it wassuitable.When the interview was over both seemed happy with the answers, Annettewent for a hug, Debbie shook my hand, she said a higher up would be alongshortly to meet me, they left me in the meeting room all alone.Time seemed to drag. Curious about the transformation, she took a few heartbeat moments to examine her new, unworldly body. She was easily eight, maybe nine feet tall, the world was definitely not a suitable place for her, and her breasts were much more akin to being C or even D cups now. Her hands stroked along her thick thighs as the remains of all her shred clothing blanketed the ground. They looked so much smaller now then when they were upon her minutes prior. Her hand continued to linger upon her goosebumped. Bob shook himself and woke himself from the trance that had come after the collision. He picked up his radio mic."Oh my god, Joe, we hit something, a pickup truck. Oh my god," he said, emotionally very upset.Joe Mitchell was a conductor for well over 25 years now, and this was not his first grade crossing incident, nor his first fatality. He had developed an almost clinical regard for them- you have to.He picked up his radio"Dispatch, come in Amtrak 35," said the metallic voice on the other.
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