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Chapter 4: Hostile Negotiations
Chapter 4: Hostile Negotiations She felt like a spy. Any moment she expected someone to take her aside and ask why she was dressed in Trent's suit. Despite the extra muscles, and the inches, she still felt like herself. Except for the p***s. And the more she thought about it, the more distracting it became. She could only ignore it when her attention was fully directed at something else; otherwise, she felt it dangling in her underwear like a funny beanbag. Peeing had been a fascinating process, and she tried not to giggle too loudly the first time she visited a urinal. She got a few strange looks when she first arrived at the office, but then she remembered bits of toilet paper were stuck to her face. Shaving a goatee was not at all like shaving her legs, and that was a painful lesson t
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