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Chapter 3... Training
Holy shit. I looked myself up and down in the mirror. My hair was the same length (middle of my back) But instead of brownish-black it was dirty blonde, with gold highlights, My nails were in a classic french manicure, my skin had a light golden color, and somehow, under all that granny clothes, I had an hourglass figure! My skin was flawless from a cleansing mask they had put on my face, and my emerald eyes were shining in approval of my new look. I was certainly very, very hot. "Now, You look very nice," Fbi Boss dude smiled, "So we'll start the basic training. You'll learn how to shoot, punch, kick, and spy on people." COPYRIGHTS OF GIANNA Sorry it's so short, I need time to think of the next part of the story!!
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