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You're busty, blonde, and absolutely not a miner, let alone male. You hoped for a simple life, hard work and hard play. But, you look like ...
Well, a whore! You try to dismiss that thought, as the nurse holds an oxygen mask to your face.
"Breathe deeply." she encourages.
It's difficult to resist glaring at the rise and fall of your bust, as you take deep breaths, and release them slowly.
"Wh..What happened?" you ask, trying to pry the mask from your face.
"I'm Terry... Terry Hawkins." you object, "Terry with two r's and a y." you blurt out.
"I'm meant to be a man... I signed up to be a miner." You gesture to your body, accidentally brushing against one too ripe nipple. The shudder, and electric spark you felt hard to deny. You clamp your jaw down on the sensual gasp that was slipping loose.
"I know, Terry, with a y." The nurse said patiently.
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