Katashi walked into the Brewer home. None of the overweight whites inside noticed him entering through the front door and walking upstairs into Gladys' bedroom. Although Katashi was an adult, he was teenage Gladys' height, so her clothes didn't fit as poorly as they would have on nearly all other men in Lake Point. He weighed less than her, so the material of Gladys' blouse and jeans shrunk to match his shape. He felt odd. His bra wasn't supporting as much weight as usual. Walking downstairs wasn't the ordeal it normally was for him. Maybe his diet was working after all. Determination was the key to weight loss, and he had it now.
He sat with his family at breakfast, oblivious to the plump girl whose chair he had just taken. A mountain of pancakes lay in front of him. So tempting ... but he had the will power to say no. And he didn't have the time to eat it. He checked his watch. He had to go to school. When was the last time he was there? In Japan, over twenty years ago? No, of course not. Why was he thinking about Japan? He wasn't into manga or anime or video games or anything Japanese. He didn't even like Japanese food, though he could force himself to eat it if he had to.
He left the table, saying only a perfunctory goodbye to his obese parents. They were nice but weak. They had let themselves go. He wouldn't. He had potential, and he was going to realize it. Maybe he wouldn't be as hot as Sarah McMillan, but he was not going to be the fattest girl in school forever. He walked to Lake Point High, gaining a pound with each confident step.
Meanwhile, the former Gladys Brewer huffed and puffed through the neighborhood, desperately seeking her new home. She had to get dressed and go to school. At the brink of exhaustion, she collapsed at the doorstep of ...
