Jane -- as she now thought of herself -- stifled a whimper of desire as she studied Sharon. True, she had only been a woman for a few minutes, but in that brief time she had assumed that she might be heterosexual. The sight of Sharon, however, and in particular Sharon's SIX -- count 'em, SIX -- giant torpedoes of gravity-defying uberboob -- brought a dormant girl-lust, or at least tit-lust roaring to new life inside her.
"You will do what I ask, Jane." Perhaps in keeping with the beehive hair style, Sharon's voice now had the high feathery register of a Marilyn Monroe, and yet somehow it galvanized Jane's attention as surely as any drill sergeant could. "Now, let's make me some clothes -- and I just happen to have the formula ready!"
Jane felt privileged to be let in on the scientific secrets of this girl genius (perverted though she might be). Evidently she somehow knew of the work of a British textile scientist named Sidney Stratton ... but she was sure she could get the formula to work this time ...
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