11FIVE MINUTES LATERThe second Judd walks into the vast gymnasium...
(And by gymnasium, I mean it's more like an airplane hangar or major coliseum!)
...he's grinning the biggest grin I've seen on his face since this whole quick-change mess started. Can you blame him? He's a first-class, dyed-in-the-wool, sweat socks-for-breakfast jock, right? Pretty much eats, breathes, and sleeps sports, more sports, and nothing but sports.
(Other than chicks.)
For someone like him, this is like walking into paradise. Beyond paradise. Hyper-Heaven. Mega-Nirvana.
He loves it. I start to worry he might stroke out on me, he loves it so much.
"Judd?" Eva's looking at him with those glowing golden eyes of hers. "Are you all right?"
"All right?" Dude's in a freakin' daze, I mean seriously. "Be
