It has air conditioning and FM on the radio.” “First of all, I think my drunk ass fits quite nicely in here, don’t need some over-grown Jeep to...‘haul it around’, thank you very much, secondly, lame-assed mixers suck way worse than your little tinker-toy projects. Thank you for the rescue.” A horrified look passes over Steven, “I uhhm…hey, I didn’t mean I needed a bigger truck to haul you’re ass…I just meant newer…your ass is…I mean, I didn’t mean…dammit, your ass is awesome and stop messin’. I already loved my new look.Next I imagined my hands. I gave my fingers beautiful—but not too long—nails, and used my imagination to dye them purple. I then reached down to my special place with my right hand and started stroking myself. I could feel the pleasure—all imagined, maybe, but it felt as real as ever. I didn't even need any material, just the thought that I'm in my preferred body was enough to get me really excited. Because this was all imagined, I actually felt more in control than. I was very close to her that I could even touch her; the only difference was she was sleeping on the carpet and I was on bed. My bed was also only one feet high from the floor.Her body statistics were also very attractive much better than Neelu. She must be 36-31-35. I was still staring her and waiting for her to change her side so that I could peep in her blouse. Finally she moved to change her position to lie on her back; I have now some better view. Her tummy was uncovered and gave an. Could we borrow a corner of your shed to set up?”Don grinned, “I think you and I need to have a chat.”“What about getting them replicated?” Kyle asked.“Oh, I agree, we can get them replicated, but I need to make the prototypes first,” Lonnie said. “Then I’ll make one-offs for those who want the personal touch.”Everyone agreed this was an excellent solution.Lonnie had a feeling she would be quitting her old job real soon. The extra workers in town now made this possible. She had signed on as a.