Upper society parties were often organized by 'bourgeois' of the town and the near countryside, and my parents had to assist all of them to straighten...bonds with the other wealthy. In fact, women competed with their clothing, men spoke about economy and boasted of their conjugal infidelities.My mother, Marie, a pale curvy redhead with a freckled face and hazel eyes, who descended from a family of the Irish minor nobility, 45 years old, only had one interest: visiting a lot of fashion stores. But that changed a couple weeks ago when we got to the human reproductive system. Suddenly he was doing all the homework and getting perfect marks on everything. When I asked him how he knew so much about human reproduction he did his best to avoid the question but I kept pushing until earlier today he said he'd tell me, but only if I agreed to let him fuck me - and do it without protection." Ben you didn't," Gwen said, trying to decide if she should glare at her cousin or laugh."I never. Ignorant prick, I thought to myself. The stream of people behind me push on and the train gets more and more crowded and I’m now surrounded by ‘ignorant prick’, ‘fat business man’, ‘youth with headphones too loud’, and ‘reader’. Great. A full house today!There are still people trying to get on and we all get pushed further into the train, and now I’m totally hemmed in. Ignorant prick is standing side on to me, youth is to my left but has his back to me, reader is behind me, and tourist is to my. His carefully razor-cut hair was now a mass of curls. His clothes stayed the same size at first, so that the new teen looked like he was wearing a tent. Then the magic affected them. They shrank, changing as they did. High's power suit changed into a pair of Levis and a sweater in the blue and gold of a nearby high school. His tie disappeared completely. The buttons fell from his shirt, which gradually darkened as the material itself changed. The sleeves slid back along his arm. A "battelbots".