Shadow sat on the edge of his bed, depressed.
He wanted to ask Lacey, the girl who had stolen his heart the minute he saw her, if she would go to the dance with him.
But he was too frightened and nervous to speak to her; he did not want her to think that he was some sort of creep.
He wished out loud to know what she thought about him, what she was into, and who she was into.
The room span, and he suddenly found himself no longer sitting in his room.
He was now standing in front of the kitchen stove, cooking tea in a Body that was definitely female, definitely older than his own.
He was even more surprised when Lacy, his crush, said, Mum Shadow still has not asked me to the dance.
I might have to ask somebody else.
Shadow in Lacey's Mum's Body was distracted by her breast jiggling in front of him.
He turned to her, looked at her with hopeful eyes, and told her to give Shadow a bit more time; maybe tomorrow he would ask her to the dance.
Lacey smiled, hugged her mum, and sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for tea.
Shadow did his best not to burn it, hoping that tomorrow he would wake up in his own Body and would have the opportunity to ask her to the dance.
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