And if they're real boys, theywon't be looking anyway."Realizing he wouldn't win. Michael gave up andfollowed his mother into his sister's room.Being...only fourteen years old, Michael was stilltrying to fit in with the boys in his class. He knewif he was caught, he'd be scarred for life._ _ _ _ _ _Later that morning:"I wish I would've had two girls instead of Michael. Girls are just so much easier to handle," Michael'smother said as she put the finishing touches on hermakeup to go to work.As. It was more like half an hour before the intercom buzzed. "Yes?" Mr S," Ralph's voice came from though the speaker, "Steffi is on her way up." I'll keep an eye out for her."I waited by the door and listened for the chime of the elevator and the sound of footsteps approaching. The doorbell rang. I waited for the second ring before opening it. I was stunned.Into the apartment stepped the most statuesque Black lady I had ever seen. She was tall -- nearly six feet, with a long neck and slender. Unlike the shoes I tried on that only wentmaybe two or three inches hers were well over five to six inch and Iswore I think I saw a pair of stilettos. The first pair fit I tried apair of opened toed high heels that had a strap that went over the heal.Once on I stood up and got my balance I almost fell back on the bed andI maintained my balance. I never thought in my life I would have theneed to wear high heels or any heels for that matter. I took a fewstrides just to get my sense of balance.. That was easy enough; I got on-line and placed my order, paying extra again for two-day delivery, and then got back to work on the opera.The morning seemed to go by quickly, and by noon I had the entire first act and about a third of the second fully in my head. It would sound very different with an orchestra and chorus, of course, not to mention the other soloists, but I was feeling pretty good about the progress I'd already made. Despite, I laughed to myself, some pretty drastic distractions..