Soon, I found a rerun of one of my all-time favorite series, "The Dick Van Dyke Show." Ah, young Mary Tyler Moore! How often had I fantasized about be...ng her... being Laura Petrie. So lovely, so sweet, so sexy... Suddenly, I spotted a button that was labeled ENT/RPLC. Enter? Replace? With a full-face shot of Laura on the screen, I pressed the button... ...and suddenly found myself inside the body of Laura Petrie! Yes!! It had worked!!! It had worked!!! How glorious! I felt sleek and light and. Dimly, Sarah could hear the other students walking by as they prepared for their morning classes. Chatter of gossip perhaps, or of assignments long overdue, whichever was most interesting to the present company. She followed the lines in the carpet as the headmaster puffed away, waiting patiently for an answer.A minute passed as they stood there, each waiting for the other to speak. In the case of the headmaster though, it was more like standing before a statue of stone. Her mind spin as she. Now that she had mentally revisited her day, Abby identified a few key moments where she probably should have spoken up or maybe even walked out. It was too late now, of course. Covered from head to toe in sushi, any movement could topple a piece the delivery man placed on her skin with great care. Gravity was doing its best to flatten her tits, but they were simply too perky and jiggly to act as stable plates. Her only consolation was that the ‘Gabby’ sticker had been peeled off her shirt and. "You have no conscious control over the aspect of your mind which handles these things, so we don't know how to control or even access it. Thus we've got to rely on what we know will work, and try to refine that process. Simply hoping for the impossible won't advance anything."Alex was still mostly convinced it was a combined process between him and the girls, but he wasn't quite willing to rule anything out at the moment, especially since their best theories had just been knocked for a loop..