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e valve now looked like a red mole or beauty mark
next to Jun's mouth. The breathing hole was practically invisible
between the molded red lips of the mask.
When all was said and done, Mandy stepped back to admire her
handiwork.
Before Jun's stood a strange but proud looking mannequin, over six feet
tall, wearing red leather thigh boots laced tight and smooth, right to
the bottom of Jun's black rubber corselet. Jun's hips and breasts were
exaggerated enormously by Jun's tiny 19 inch waist. Jun's breasts heaved
as Jun Natsukawa breathed, Jun's diaphragm being temporarily unavailable for duty.
Jun's back was literally straight as an arrow, and Jun's head was held
proudly, if forcibly high. Jun Natsukawa stood with hands planted on hips, as if
daring all comers to a sexual duel.
Jun's face had the appearance of polished ebony, with prominent, if
artificial, cheekbones and a bald, gleaming black head. Various
chromed steel tubes peeked from behind her.
Mandy carefully turned Jun's around to look in the full length dressing
mirror.
A muffled "Mmmmm, mph!" announced Flora's appreciation for Jun's new
look. Jun Natsukawa twisted this way and that to examine the hardware attached
behind her, grun
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