“How realistic can you be?”“I guess that depends.” I walk over to some of the pictures. I was intrigued by what she wanted.“Something like t...he Leaning Tower of Pisa was from a photograph. But this one,” I pointed to a wedding cake with a marzipan couple; the bride in her gown and the groom in a football strip. “This one was done from a mixture of photographs and I modelled the bride and groom’s faces from life.”“I need you to make me a cake,” she blurts out, “but it has to be a perfect. " "What do you mean, not his type." "You know... the kinds of girls he likes... he expects certain things." "Sooo," she asked, almost in a pout. "You're just not that type of girl," Brad explained gently. "How do you know?" Ashley quipped. "Well, I just do is all." "Yeah, right, you really do know me well," Ashley snapped. "So you weren't just a little bit surprised at how comfortable I was with you last night... and you weren't at all surprised by how I dressed on a first date... or how far I. Mr.r: What did your mom do?M__: (She waves her hand) She cried, and told me I killed her. Drama queen! (She laughs)Mr.r: So what did you do on the hard streets of New York City as a sixteen year old?M__: What do you think silly? I turned tricks! (She laughs again)Mr.r: Like you look now?M__: No. I looked like a boy at first before I became the swan you see before you! I always knew I was a girl on the inside though.Mr.r: That sounds kinda trite. Explain.M__: Well, most people know what they are. I even bought a real bra for the occasion. But I bought nothing else.I haven't tried that new bra yet though. I still wear the usual sports bra and flat heeled shoes I've worn to work each day since I lost my job as a trucker. One small step at a time, I guess, and I wasn't ready for a high-heeled step just yet. I doubt I ever will be. Dr. Meadows believes I am finally ready to move into the next phase of my life as a woman, though.He could be right. After my fourth date with Frank, he leaned.