My father would yellat me to "man up" and stop being such a "sissy". My mother would look atme sadly but she never went against him. So life went on...until twoincidents when I was 9 that changed me for a while. We were on avacation in Miami and we went to lunch at a local restaurant. Thewaitress was taking orders when she got to me. My hair had gotten long(due to my mother being too busy to take me for a haircut leading up tothe vacation) and I was just wearing a plain tank top and shorts.. Kathy settled the bill on the corporate credit card. Daniel then rose up from the table, moved over toward Kathy, extended his hand toward her and merely said, “Come.” Inexplicably, Kathy found herself giving her hand to Daniel, rising up from the table and, hand-in-hand, allowing herself to be gently led from the restaurant. Like a pair of lovers they walking across the hotel lobby, up a single, curved flight of stairs to the doorway of room 110. Neither of them spoke a word. It was only as. “What the hell is that?” she asked.“It’s a doll.” replied my brother.“Who would play with something like that?” she replied “And where are her clothes?”“Boy that turkey sure smells nice, Gran,” Jay said, trying to steer her into the dinning room. But Granny was relentless.My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, “Hey who’s the naked gal by the fireplace?”I told him she was Jay’s friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel talking to. I stood in a small set in James' large apartment in San Francisco. Me, Felicia Clarkson, an up and coming model-- or so my agent, Marcos, loved to tell me. Behind me sat a large green screen, and around me were several lights."Her hair's getting junked," Trudy called over from the wing space.James nodded, albeit impatiently. "Take a break, Felicia." Thanks," I said. This was a long shoot, and despite what people out there think, it is possible to get tired modeling. I chugged some water,.