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Title:Metamorphosis | ||
The operations van is cold; the latex dress she wears is no protection. Hands drag platinum hair from her head and let it drop. Her everyday hair is a prickly mess; fingers soothe the itch. The zipper purrs down on the tight sheath, her body escapes the rubber embrace gratefully. Heels come next and are kicked aside, stockings shed like skin. She stands naked—flesh imprinted with weals—and just breathes. There’s a knock—Vaughn’s voice,
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Just a minute…” She doesn’t need a mirror to see the weariness in her eyes as she
slips into another disguise.
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