I was painfully shy back then, and found it hard enough to talk to girls in my class. Boys? Yeah, right. But his parents were very warm and welcoming ...n that Americana way, showing up with fruit baskets and whatnot from Day One. They loaned us some yard equipment. My dad forgot to return them right away. You get the picture." Yeah, pretty much." So I saw a lot of Rod around, and we were friendly enough, but I wouldn't have called us friends back then. Acquaintances, more like it." But that. I wore it haphazardly at first, but at least it covered my real hair. I puckered my lips and, looking in the mirror, I spoke a few words in some affected sultry voice. An Anastasia wannabe stared back at me. She was nowhere near convincing, and I remember thinking no man would ever fall for her. I averted my not-at-all-green eyes and threw the wig against the wall. It landed silently by the trash bin. That week, men in search of Anastasia didn’t find her in any of the virtual rooms.IVI had no. He reached for my arm and I let him take it. He found a decent vein, rubbed it with some alcohol and slipped the needle in. I didn’t even feel it until he pushed down on the plunger. I felt a warm, almost burning sensation as the liquid entered my body. But within seconds, I felt my body begin to relax.“There now, isn’t that better?”“Yeah, actually it is. Thanks, doc.”“Not a problem. Not, not to sound too personal, but did you have a chance to clean yourself out tonight?” His question made me. My mouth drops open and Istare seeing the new Sam. He is no longer the little long-hairedskateboard boy or surfer guy looking style. I see him wearing the verylittle toddler's dress and his new hairstyle looks like Cindy cut hishair. Now he has very short girly bangs and the rest of his hair is in ashort bob. Both his ears are still covered with hair, but it is cut evenall the way around his head with his hair definitely off his collar nowbut curled under. There is no way to describe him, but.