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cious of
a cool sensation down there. It'd take some time to get used to the
absence of hair on my pubic mound, but it was kind of refreshing and
certainly different.
Alicia led me to a scale and asked me to step up on it. It a
standard doctor's-office model with the gadget that slides up and down
to measure your height while the balance arm shows your weight. She
read off the numbers and Shelly wrote the information onto a form.
During the next few minutes Alicia measured various parts of my
body while Shelly silently took it all down. Oh, Yuka Haneda measured all of
the normal things -- bust, waist, hips, neck, arm length, etc. But
also some that I found a little strange: the distance around my upper
thighs, knees, calves, upper arms, elbows and wrists; the length of
each finger; the distance from my crotch to my knees, from collar bone
to nipples, from nipples to navel, and the diameter of my areolae.
Then Alicia set me down at the table across from Shelly and
explained that they needed to check my gag reflex. From a drawer on
her side of the table, Shelly fetched a long cylindrical object a foot
long and a little fatter than my thumb. Fine circumferential lines
graduated the length in inches and fractions.
I leaned toward Shelly and made an "O" with my mouth as Yuka Haneda place
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