Shewasn't, and before the week was out, she had convinced me that itwould be the moral choice. She also convinced me that to prove thatroles, appearan...ces and attitudes didn't make a person who he or shetruly was, we should assume our roles as best we could. She quicklyand easily started acting like a man. I was impressed, actually. Itwas as if she had all this macho energy in her that she just had tolet loose. The problem was getting me act feminine.So began my girl lessons. To this end, Cathy. Wherever she went, she felt as if someone had just finished an argument there, and left the lingering residue of their anger. Amelia went to the bedroom (she could not really think of it as her bedroom, and dared not think of it as Penelopes, so it was simply the bedroom, just as the house was just the house), comparing its dimensions to those in her dream. The closet was still in the same place. She hesitated before opening the door, whild thoughts of what might be waiting inside made her. The scars," Scarlet said."I wouldn't focus on the scars if I was you. A couple of weeks working on the project should get you enough money to pay for a plastic surgeon who can minimize them. I assume that is why you are here." I have a lot of debts to get rid of first." Well, a little time on the project and I'm sure that your debts will disappear." Getting rid of my debts is the main reason I'm here," Scarlet said embarrassed about her circumstances.It didn't take a genius to see that Scarlet. “100 pounds for a hand job”, I retorted in disbelief”.She stood nodding, “A pretty little filly like you, could charge double”, but I laughed it off, then heard my name called by the house chef, “Got to go, need to hurry Lucy”, and at that I went out and retrieved to trolley and pushed it into the elevator and up to the first floor.It was just a two minute ride and a two more minutes to the room with the number 12 in brass numerals, and by the time I was there, I could feel a rise of uneasiness.