To my horror, I realized that I looked more like a 13 year old than an 18 year old though. My penis was tiny and my scrotum was still small and looked...like a small water balloon, and my pubic hair was still barely visible. My chest still resembled that of a little boy with no muscles, and although I wasn’t fat, I had the boyish tummy pudge. About this time, I was startled to hear laughing behind me. As I turned around, it was Greg, the captain of the football team and one of the other player. She was now thirty-eight, brisk, energetic and capable; she was single and seemed to be entirely focused on the job, working long hours and on the weekends as well.The room was warm, and the Principal was feeling uncomfortable in her smart two-piece suit of a double-breasted three-button jacket and a short tight skirt with a back vent, in navy blue with quite bold pinstripes of alternating white and grey. She was glad that on this slightly sticky summer evening she had decided not to wear. Then she fanned her face with one hand.“I’m going to have to keep an eye on you, little brother,” she said, giggling. “When you get to college full time, you’re going to be dangerous!”She got up and left then. I watched her buttocks rise and fall as she walked to the door. She looked over her shoulder, to catch me again, and paused.“Why on Earth it makes me feel so good when my own little brother looks at me like that is beyond me,” she sighed. “Don’t you do that to Tabby. You’ll scare her. . I was flooded with Miranda’s memories.Jason is here? That’s wonderful.“Behave. He is a gentleman and I am a lady and we are attended by our chaperones.”Sure. No problem. This is great!Maybe I’d get to see my brother in this other timeline we flitted in and out of. Miranda opened the door and there stood the handsome young corporal. I couldn’t see Kyle in his eyes, though. Behind him was his Indian friend.“Won’t you come in, gentlemen,” Miranda said softly. Her voice was scarcely above a.