I felt a tingle run through my entire body. I watched myself change into a 14-year-old boy. When I polished the medallion with the T-shirt, that cause... the change. I had to figure that out later on. I looked just like the boy who was helping his mother run the sale, pimples, short brown hair and a raging hard on. I had noticed the boy looking at me, I'm used to men staring at me so I didn't think about it at the time. I thought he had somehow caused us to trade bodies." "I was frantic, I. His eyes trekked further south, closer to where the creek branched and even further from the nearest camping ground. There! His eyes quickly spied the sinuous orange movement of a fire. Camping equipment laid helter-skelter about the small clearing, as if the owners had just begun to set up their campground. Next to the crackling fire – not very safely made, he noted with a smile – he could see the telltale marks of a little mischievous outdoor entertainment. An open wine bottle, two glasses. His name is Steve. He's a science major, but he alsoplays lacrosse. In the dream, we were working late on a project alone.He had on this tight tee that rode up on the sleeves so I could see hiswell-defined arm muscles. As I stared at him, I caught Steve peekingdown my shirt at my...breasts? In the dream I actually had boobs. Icould feel the weight of them."Eyes up here," I teased."Oh, I wasn't..." Whatever," I sarcastically mumbled as I went back to work on the labassignment."So, I was. "What's that got to do with anything?" I shot back, feeling a bit off balance."Only that your dad looks at life a lot differently than most, a lot like I do for one thing, which is why we get along so well together. Our relationship is based on trust and understanding, not suspicion or petty jealousies." Kathy then sat up fully, removing her glasses entirely as she spun around on her towel facing me."The fact that we can be so open with one another, about anything and everything is what keeps.