"He smiled. "That's not the point. If you are a woman from the skin out, you feel more feminine. Have you ever done amateur dramatics?" I said that I ...ad, in college. "Right, then you'll know yourself. You can rehearse a part all you like, but its only when you in complete costume that you feel closer to the person you're playing."I nodded, and could only agree."Ok, what we're going to do is take a cast of your face, and accurate measurements of your body. I don't have Rebecca's face here. Scott was up and hit the hotel gym. He had the place to himself thanks to his early morning start. Taking advantage of the equipment he did a vigorous session of circuit training. The hard work out helped center him, and he felt relaxed when he got back to the room.Mr. Piotrowski was awake, and had the coffee maker in the room brewing. "Breakfast after your shower?" he asked taking a sip of his precious caffeinated beverage."Sure, won't be long," Scott replied.Downstairs in the restaurant they. I remember fearing him. After some talk about him watching me playing dress-up in my room from his house on the days he didn’t have to work until night time, he asked me “What do you imagine when you are dressed up and playing by yourself?”I thought for a moment and stupidly answered with the truth, “I imagine I am a prostitute, the prostitute I want to meet and play with some day.”He lit up with a smile and shook his head, undoubtedly at his amazing luck. He considered the situation a moment. “He’s right, to a point, because it is true that temptation is everywhere and it only takes a momentary weakness to fall.”“Yes. He sees you as some kind of soothsayer.”I sighed, “Just like Kara’s pastor. The difference is, he was the charlatan. Now, I don’t know your priest, but YOU aren’t fake.”She smiled, “No, I’m not. This is the real me. And I’m seeing the real you. You’re different in here than out there.”“Different goals,” I said. “Therefore different methods. I’m helping you explore and.