Harvard looked down at Tricky's lips and saw the own lining of his cleavage since he had used Morph to turn into a girl.
He now understood why sometimes girls spent too long looking in the mirror. Regardless, he seemed to be doing a good job massaging Tricky's face. She hadn't opened up her eyes in over twenty minutes, and occasionally seemed to smile.
Now that she was calm, and her eyes were closed, he reached over and grabbed the letter her father had written. People were so much trusting when you were a girl. Harvard gently smacked Tricky's face and got another smile out of her while he read the contents of the letter.
[Dear Tricky]