You'veobviously seen Jack Miller. He's one helluva lot bigger than I am, youknow. He might have tried doing me some serious bodily hurt, if he'dknown ...nything about becoming a girl for the night." He might yet when you change him back," Larry reminded him."He might; he might not," replied Walter smugly. "It all depends onwhether or not he even remembers being this dull-witted, hot-to-trot,totally bodacious, bimbo giggling machine. However, I can assure youright now he won't remember a thing. The pinstripes melted into the black, and thewhole thing turned a mid grey. My tights turned just a shade darker, andjust a shade itchier."No... no..." I began panicking, grabbing at the blouse and skirt because Iknew now what was happening."Anything but this. I've done school! It was horrible! Please, don't dothis to me!"I began trying to unfasten my blouse once again, but stopped as the topbutton began to come undone because I remembered what the little bastardhad done to me last time. I. I'll even cut you in for half the commissions, what do yousay?" Bill asked. "So how long will this stuff last?" "It says forty-eight to seventy-two hours. If you demonstrate forme on Friday, you'll be back to normal no later than Monday night. We'llhave our commissions by Wednesday. That will be just in time to make upthe hundred bucks I need for the rent. We're really over a barrel here andreally you have to do this or will both be out looking for a place to live."Bill said somberly. Jack. As the Brunette who had just taken care of him kept on smiling, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop staring back."You're new in Constantinople's Lot, aren't you?" the Brunette asked him.Charles thought better not to annoy her too by giving her a "yes and no" response."Yeah I am. I'm Charles by the way," Charles offering his hand for a shake."My name's Ivy," Ivy shaking Charles's hand. "And these are my friends."Ivy turned around and stared at the other two girls. One of the other girls.