The one where Ihad my old body.I came by a shop window and took a moment to watch the display. Of coursewith the bright sun, the window turned half in...o a mirror and I sawmyself. Still another thing I wasn't used to. I always think for amoment: "Who is that hot girl in the pantsuit and high heels? She couldbe a supermodel." Of course, that had been my wish. "Give me the body ofa supermodel." In hindsight, a stupid wish to tell a genie. Of course,now I know that if I didn't specify a gender it. Bored, she walked up to it. Placing a hand on her raised hip, Matilda stared down at the brown, battered suitcase. It seemed out of place. Why would Leon leave a suitcase there? Why wasn't it inside a closet? Was he planning a trip?She tried lifting it. The weight strained her shoulder. Grabbing the handle with both hands, she slid it on the carpet and flipped it onto its side. She opened the clasps and raised the lid. Her gasp was so loud she looked over her shoulder to make sure no one had. I stood up to pull the tights up to my waist, then adjusted them on my legs, they were definitely tight. As I picked up the leotards they reminded me of the ones I through away after I left them lying on the floor, and knew that this was what started this whole thing. One at a time I put my legs through the neck then leg openings and pulled the tight material up my body. I could feel the outfit form fit to me as I pulled them all the way up. It was a little difficult putting my arms in and. " How so?" I asked."You lasted more than two dates," she said with an impish grin... "Most guys join Sheila's Trail of Broken Hearts long before this." Yup, she was Sheila's sister, all right."Oh, you just be quiet," Sheila said."Do I lie?" Jenny said. "Anyway," she walked up to me, "nice to meet you. Now I have a face to put to Sheila's incessant 'Brendan' blather when we talk on the phone." Nice to meet you, too," I laughed."Bren, there are days when you should be very glad you don't have any.