As the months slowly passed I knew it was getting close to my firstface to face meet with John, and Cathy now tells me that I am ready.The night John ...old me that he wants to see me; I could feel my heartracing fast what should I wear what should I cook are the thoughts thatstarted racing through my mind. As the day came closer and closer Ifound myself getting more edgy trying on dress after dress, almoststopping to eat thinking I should loose more weight. When I still could not make up my mind. ’ ‘Then, let’s see how promising my client looks to you.’ Bianca passed across the photograph printed off the imaged Marty had emailed, saying his name was Marty Young who was thirty-three, never married and appeared to be an eligible bachelor but Gloria would have to assess that herself. She poured the coffee and opened the sandwich box while Gloria looked at the photo transfixed. Gloria was eyeing a strong-jawed, wide-faced man with green eyes and curly multi-brown hair, and lots of it,. I wasn't a girl. I was a guy. I could tell I still had my dick. Whatthe hell is happening. I buried my head in my hands, feeling my face forthe first time. I knew now that the face on the driver's license I'd justseen, was what my face now looked like."I'm sorry hun, you must be curious what you look like now," she said. Shewent to her desk and grabbed a handheld mirror and brought it over."Whenever you're ready".I would never be ready for this, but I had to know for certain. I slowlylifted the. “The car was perfect.”“Nice piece of drivin’ kid,” Rossy clapped me on the shoulder.We watched the 410 feature from our pit stall. It was a wreck-fest, with three different red flags for flips. Five cars were junked in total. It was getting to be a late night because of it.Once it was over, I was in for another surprise.If I thought I signed a lot of autographs last week, this week was at least double. I signed tearoffs until I ran out. I signed T-shirts and programs and talked to a bunch of.