Now, if I lived in a frat house or a dorm room on campus, I would havepassed it off as a joke. Sort of a reverse panty raid.But as I said, I lived al...ne, and no one could have snuck into my bedroomovernight.I wondered what to do for a bit, then decided that since going commandoreally wasn't my style, I might as well wear the panties.They felt rather nice, and the soft material almost felt like a caress onmy skin. I tried to ignore the feeling, and finished getting dressed.By the time I got to. I put her over my shoulder to get a pair of junior girl’s sweatpants on her still tween body. The t-shirt I grabbed came to her knees. I took a dozen shots of her with her phone. Cooper, the boy, got lucky. I had found a pair of knit shorts that were his size, but the t-shirt was for a ten-year-old girl, pink and covered with flowers. He didn’t get a choice because it wouldn’t fit any of the girls, and all the rest were for little kids. Pacey and Randi, with an I, wore sweatpants so long I had. S I continued to stare at the door to the bathroom that Cloe had just gone through, I could still hear my sister laughing at me. Then I heard her sharp intake of breath, oh crap she'd obviously gotten to my deep thoughts of Cloe, I told my sister a little more forceful than I meant to. At the base of the steps into the palace, sat the King of the Tibu. He was a large specimen, and fat as well. I wasn't sure if the man could even stand, he was so fat. Beside his chair stood three oddly dressed specimens that I knew immediately were wizards. I walked forward with my escorts into the middle of the courtyard, where my escorts encouraged me to stop. When I did, they left me to join their fellows in the ring around us. Between the king, the wizards, the warriors and the nearby.