Yuki's in the Army Now

Originally Yuki wore a modest skirt and light sweater, but now she was wearing an entirely different sort of outfit ... a US Army uniform. Lost in thought, Yuki didn't notice her sudden change of clothing. *Why did that ... boy ... ask* me *about sepp ... hara ... some samurai thing?* The words in her mind changed from Japanese to English as her straight black hair shortened, lightened to brown, and gained natural waves. A few freckles spread across her narrowing nose. *It's not as if everyone who's Japanese knows about that stuff.* She paused in mid-step. Her now hazel eyes wideneded beneath fading epicanthic folds. I'm *Japanese?* she wondered. *Of course I am ... no, wait ...* Yuki's legs propelled her toward a parked pickup truck she had never seen before. She instinctively pulled keys out of her pocket with a slightly pinker hand and opened the door of the vehicle. *Her* vehicle. She settled her slightly taller frame inside and hesitated before starting up her Ford. *Am I sure I can drive this thing?* she asked herself. Yuki reached for a purse that no longer existed. In the next moment, she took out a wallet that didn't exist minutes ago. She was relieved to find a driver's license issued to ...