"At least I'm not a lesbian anymore," he said, the grin still plasteredon his face. "I looked around the house. It seems we are married again.With a f...w modifications of course." David, why can't I move?" I asked."Well, let's just say, you aren't quite human anymore," he said.I quickly scanned my body. Nothing seemed amiss, although it lookedlike David had taken the opportunity to change me into a full necksilver unitard with built in gloves and wickedly high-heels at thefeet."Confused?" said. Right down to what my favorite beer was. I guess after thirty-three years with a person you get to know a lot about them. Why was I so blind to this long running affair? All I knew right now is that I would much rather have one of her pork roasts, with broiled potatoes and carrots then this frozen pizza I was about to make. I had to visit my kids this weekend so I could get a good meal. Maybe I’d suggest a cookout and they could invite their mother and she could make something good. I’ll offer. All it cared about was the by now severe shrinkage betweenmy legs. There was barely anything left at all, and by the feel ofthings I could have sworn my boys had tucked right up inside me. I mightnot have been able to stand but I could certainly freak out, and thoughI wanted to scream, the best I could do was start breathing deep andfast.That's when I started to notice them. Tiny, barely anything at all, butto a guy who had never known their weight and softness, save from therare instances of. Excitement permeated every corner of the two buildings, old and new, as students, parents, teachers and movers gathered, carried and deposited the teaching materials into their new home. Kayla Larimer, one of the middle school teachers, was enjoying every minute of this day. In her eleventh year of teaching, Kayla felt as if she were a seven-year-old awakening on Christmas morning eager to open Santa’s presents. Dressed as she was in bib overalls and a pink eyelet shirt, Kayla almost looked.