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- May 17, 2011
Katya looked at the documents in front of her, studying each word and saying it over in her head. Were they serious? She couldn't believe what they were asking her to do. The blonde-haired woman peered up from the pieces of paper and looked at the man that had assigned her this mission. The Russian would have turned it down if it weren't for the fact she hadn't declined a mission yet. A perfect record, regardless of what it asked her to do. She had even got herself pregnant because it was asked of her, she had slept with hundreds of men to the point where sex didn't mean anything to her anymore.
She placed the documents back down on the table and leaned back in the seat, placing one leg over the other and narrowing her eyes. She sat there with her usual uniform: a black latex catsuit that stuck to her figure so much it could have been mistaken for a second skin colour. The front zip was done all the way to the top, concealing her cleavage and any other part of her chest that guys liked to look at. Not that her C cup was hidden or anything.
Katya shook her head, not believing the words escaping her lips. "Okay... okay... I can't believe I'm saying this. The process is reversable, right? That's what it says right here... as soon as I complete the mission, I get turned back to my normal self?" She placed her fingers on the front zip of her catsuit, hesitating for just a minute. Why was she so nervous about this? She'd done worse... or had she? It wasn't every day that you turned yourself in to a real-life Barbie: with almost the same level of IQ as the plastic doll as well!
She placed the documents back down on the table and leaned back in the seat, placing one leg over the other and narrowing her eyes. She sat there with her usual uniform: a black latex catsuit that stuck to her figure so much it could have been mistaken for a second skin colour. The front zip was done all the way to the top, concealing her cleavage and any other part of her chest that guys liked to look at. Not that her C cup was hidden or anything.
Katya shook her head, not believing the words escaping her lips. "Okay... okay... I can't believe I'm saying this. The process is reversable, right? That's what it says right here... as soon as I complete the mission, I get turned back to my normal self?" She placed her fingers on the front zip of her catsuit, hesitating for just a minute. Why was she so nervous about this? She'd done worse... or had she? It wasn't every day that you turned yourself in to a real-life Barbie: with almost the same level of IQ as the plastic doll as well!