But then that's not limited to just the men of the species, I present Rainbow. She was a lovely young lady, if somewhat blessed with an unfortunate na...e. Alas, her parents were undergoing a marijuana-induced hippie phase at the time of my friend's birth and Rainbow Summer Fisher was blessed with a lifetime of sniggering.It didn't bother her too much; much of her upbringing could be described as wild and anarchic; her life blessed with heavy doses of liberalism. By the age of nine her hair had. Then I saw her, standing near the dance floor a goddess a sculpture of perfection what sort of chance would a boy like me have? I’ll tell you non, zero, zilch not a fecking hope. I am 5’10, weigh around 168lbs, no muscle definition (Though i have muscles and i am no weakling), not bad looking but by no means a model type, and as you can probably tell i have a low self esteem too. Anyway enough about me, let me tell you of the vision i saw before me. She stood about 5’4”, shoulder length. He was impatient to try it on so he hardly gaveit time for the paints to dry before pulling the mask over his face.Finally he put on the Cleopatra wig and inspected himself in the mirror.He considered it should be good enough to fool the casual observer andlooked for some of his shoes that looked the most unisex.He headed out of the house, popping the front door key in the pocket atthe front of his dress. He was a little nervous, but it wasn't far roundthe block to the school entrance and as. Again though, there was a move away from those activities. ‘Yes! I can clean, cook… anything domestic. I have a very strict mother!’ ‘Oh yeah. Sure.’ Harry felt relieved. Obviously Dahlia did not intend to pay cash for rent. Like most students too far away from home he reasoned, she was probably broke and waiting for her strict mother to send some money. ‘Well you’d better move in then. Where is your gear?’ ‘That is the problem.’ Helen said with a grin. ‘At the moment, she lives in what she.