I decided to separate out whites andcoloureds, and started sorting through the basket of dirty clothes Ikept in the bathroom. But after a while, some...hing stopped me. I cameacross a bundle of a half a dozen or so pairs of my tights. Now, it wassummer, and I'd gone bare-legged or worn trousers for most of the lastfew days. It was perhaps a couple of weeks since I'd done any washing,but I was pretty sure that I'd not worn tights more than a couple oftimes since then. For a second or two I. “Prudence, it is true that he said it, but he was not the first one to say it, just the one most remembered. Similar maxims are found back into the 19th century, I understand. Someone even claimed that Confucius said that the harder a man works, the luckier he gets, but there are so many spurious Confucius claims going about, that I would not be sure of its veracity.”Prudence looked at him in awe. “Good grief, Reginald Robertson. Do you always have an answer to every question, and more. Blonde hair to just above the shoulder, all one length. He especially liked it when she put these up in pig tails. Pretty brown eyes, long legs, perfect ass. She was tall, 5'9 or so, about 145. Small, but perky tits. Most of all he was attracted to her outgoing, sexual, flirtatious, attention grabbing personality.He was 6'1, 200, with short light hair.When she arrived that Saturday, he was happy to see that her hair was up in two pony tails. Her ass was looking better than ever in snug jeans,. So now David's breasts were a big deal to him.He then made some quick decisions on what would be needed for tomorrow, and waved his hand. In a shower of light, what was needed was transported from the stores to the packs. David smiled. An afternoon's work done in two seconds. Now for some personal fun.He waved his hand and created a full length mirror in the tent. He stood in front of it and got a good look at his new body. In his clothes, he looked like a woman in men's clothes. The strong,.