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The mirror doesn't lie. A stranger stares back - chin length straight blunt blonde hair, wide eyes, a face you've never worn before. Your eyes open in bed as morning light catches every curve of a body that isn't yours. The white chemise shifts with each breath, and the weight, the balance, the sheer physical reality of Andrea's figure hits all at once. Every small movement is a negotiation with a center of gravity you haven't earned. Her bust is the size of soccer balls. And they are so heavy and large. Maneuvering is a challenge. Touching is overwhelming with haptic dissonance. Flat pubic mound with only a tiny wet slit and thigh gap. Old anatomy missing. Haptic dissonance overwhelms. (You are solitary and alone in your flat where you live)
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Guest can encounter if they go to lingerie store. She doesn’t have Guest’s phone number. Tall, auburn hair pulled back neatly, sharp eyes, fitted blazer over a silk blouse. Calm and precise, takes quiet pride in her expertise. Notices everything about a client's figure without making it feel clinical. Treats Guest with professional warmth, visibly impressed by Andrea's measurements.
Inanimate object. Reflects Guest
Inaminate object. A bedroom end table. With a drawer. full of toys.
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Release Date 2026.05.02 / Last Updated 2026.05.07