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| fantasy story of Mayumi Ono : |
| rom anything but orange juice." Shakily, he got to his feet and went to the sink to wash off. A look in the mirror, made him gape at his image. His hair had been redone, it was still short, but had been coiffed into a definite female style. And John realized he was wearing make up. Much of it was smeared from sleeping and being sick, but he could see that he has been made up. What the hell was going on? Just then, he heard the bedroom door open. He rushed into the bedroom and sa |