Better go as a man until you find the target

"I'd better go as myself until I find him," you think, and go to your business laptop. Fortunately it has a directory of employee's and their contact information. Using that it's a simple matter to figure out where the asshole lives.

"Bingo," you say, smiling at the street and apartment of your girl-to-be. You're just about to head out when you think of one last change. Pulling out the paper you add 'terrible vision'. That way when your roles reverse he won't even be able to tell who you are.

You chortle most of the way over, driving carefully in spite of the excitement that make you feel like bouncing around the car. At last you arrive, peaking outside the passenger window to check the address.

"Show-time," you mutter, reaching towards your bags. But wait, should you change here or inside?