My brain refused to process what was happeningas real. It wasn't until the competing smells of locker room body-sprayand cheep booze assaulted my nose...that I realized this was not a trick ofthe light or temporary hallucination. Worse, I could feel the unfamiliarbody chemistry seeping its way into my brain. This new body was half-wasted and very horny. I wiggled awkwardly in my chair as I suddenlyrealized that I had something very large and very eager fighting forspace in my pants."Holy crap!". " She can whack off her hair, get another dress, different color," said the captain. "Put on an accent if she needs to, pretend to limp, whaever's needed." It's dangerous," I said to her."I understand," she said. "I'll give it a try. How do I get in and out?" Can you read and write?" the captain asked.Mercy shook her head."Then you'll have to memorize things. Every Wednesday you can meet this big galoot in the woods, go off to relieve yourself, like y'got the trots or something, early in the. We had a class together my junior year and we got paired up for the big class project. I was a business major with a minor in computer science, while she was a pre-law major with a minor in business.Even then, she knew what she wanted to do with her life. She wanted to go to law school and become a corporate attorney. She was odd that way. Criminal law -- the glamorous aspect of the profession -- had little appeal to her.But contracts, torts and other behind-the-scenes details of legality lit. That was a deadly combination. I think women can sense those two emotions in men.Mike woke up around ten. He cooked some oatmeal and came over to the love seat across from the sofa I was laying on."What's up, kid?" he said groggily."Not much, just watching some TV, maybe hit the gym later." I said plainly.Mike dropped a spoonful of peanut butter in his oatmeal and stirred silently. He felt bad about last night.Mike had changed over the last few months. It wasn't a bad change, it wasn't like he.