“Does she have any I.D.?” The waitress asked.

Luke looked up. “I.D.?” She repeated. “I...” Luke realised She ye body he wore was 18 and was not legal drinking age. It might look even younger with its purposefully girlish figure and A cup breasts. But he had no ID for this body. He’d planned on holding that over Tracy’s head. His head now.

Tracy grinned. “No. Sadly she doesn’t... two glasses then. And a Shirley Temple for the little girl please.” She ordered.

“Yes sir,” the waitress said.

Luke took the contract. Nothing. He had nothing but this girlish body. He started signing. Giving it all up. He had no other options. Was emotionally unable to resist this.

The drinks arrived and Tracy lifted her glass in salute. “To getting what we deserve!” She said and drank. Luke sipped his sweet drink. It tasted great. He felt the sugar rush, feeling immature and childish. Everything had worked out exactly as he’d planned... he’d even organised for his lawyer to be here. This was what Tracy was meant to be him. Not him!