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Preface: It is not imperative, but helpful that one reads Chapters 1-6 to
help grasp the personalities of characters in this story. The next few
chapters will still be listed as "My First Time Out"; however the name of
the entire book of chapters is now "WHITE LIPSTICK".
Credits and special thanks go out to Andrea for sharing her ideas and
thoughts.
WARNING: The following story contains some explicit foul language and IS
NOT for reading pleasure of anyone under the age of 18; nor is it
permissible to read if your state, province, or country prohibits it.
Even though this is a true story with fiction added, ANYONE viewing it
that detests bad language should not read any further. Thank you---the
author.
Ch 7
As the plane took off from Salt Lake City, many thoughts raced thru
Shayna's mind. Only one week had passed since Shane became Shayna and
she experienced many "first-time" events such as; getting dressed up and
going out, getting a tattoo, snorting cocaine, sucking a cock, getting
fucked, taking hormones, and even entertaining at a bachelor party.
Shayna knew she had taken some huge lifestyle steps recently, and didn't
feel any regret at all. As she thought back to all the new situations
she'd been in, regret was the last thing on her mind. She had been
bombarded by experiences that had given her a sense of constant
excitement.
Shayna thought that chic tight jeans, a baby pink button down blouse,
pink bra with small breast enhancers, 4 inch pink shiny patent pumps,
charcoal eye-shadow, black eye-liner, innocent pink lip gloss and her
blonde wig would be appropriate, yet sexy for the plane ride to Los
Angeles.
Her eyes were heavy from exhaustion of the past week's adventures and she
drifted in and out, taking a series of cat-naps on the short plane trip.
As the plane descended out of the night sky the brilliant city lights of
Los Angeles shone like the rising sun. Shayna became anxious, yet
aroused by her next venture; BREAST AUGMENTATION!
Her little clitty-cock became aroused by her desire for real boobs. She
day-dreamed of going braless, or how she would look in a two piece
bathing suit, or lying on her back and not being able to see her toes.
The door of the plane opened and Shayna strutted down the jet way trying
to perform her sexiest walk, desperate to impress the man she'd be
meeting as she remembered to look for a guy holding a noticeable sign.
As soon as she entered the terminal she noticed a sign that read,
"WELCOME TO L.A. SHAYNA".
Sir Dom's cousin Vinny was holding the sign; quite a handsome looking
gentleman, neatly combed dark hair, well dressed and built like a body
builder; after all, Vinny was in the porn business, starting out as an
actor and now in production. Shayna imagined this hunk with his clothes
off fucking her relentlessly, but then quickly remembered Sir Dom's
orders that she couldn't fuck Vinny.
Shayna cavorted over to him and confidently said, "Hi, I'm Shayna, you
must be Sir Dominique's cousin, Vinny."
"Let's hurry and get your luggage, we have work to do before tomorrow
morning's doctor appointment," said Vinny in a demeaning tone as he had
seen one too many bimbo/wannabe models in his day.
Vinny trashed the sign and swiftly walked through the corridor towards
the baggage claim. Shayna, in her 4 inch pink pumps could not keep up
with him, so she had to do a tippy-toe run just to keep Vinny in her
sights. At the baggage claim Shayna spotted her two large pink suitcases
and Vinny hauled them off the rack, and without hesitation, started
wheeling them outside.
Vinny rolled the luggage towards a tall good looking African American
dressed in a captain suit standing next to a long white limousine. As
the black man placed the luggage in the trunk, Shayna tried to take in
the size of the vast car, then thought, "Oh my God, this is the longest
stretch I have ever seen."
The driver opened the door for Shayna and Vinny, and drove off into the
city lights. Immediately Shayna got into her purse and fumbled for the
vial of cocaine.
As she was uncapping the vial, Vinny grabbed it and ordered, "NOPE!"
"Wh-what do you mean?" questioned Shayna, more than a little desperate
for the confidence she'd get from a quick snort.
"The only drug you're allowed to take is hormones, and your first
injection will be tonight," instructed Vinny.
"But I don't want to get fat," pleaded Shayna, who was so intensely
focused on her cocaine habit that she was not even fretting about the
hormone injection.
"Don't worry, your pre-planned diet will take the place of that shit you
snort, assured Vinny.
Shayna nervously rummaged through her purse to get a cigarette, but Vinny
snatched the cigarette out of her mouth and grabbed the lighter from her
finger tips.
"NO SMOKING, ordered Vinny. You're going to learn to follow orders and
rules, and earn your keep around the house. Every day when you wake up,
there will be a list for you to complete, and when you accomplish your
work, you will have some free time. Besides, smoking is not part of your
pre-planned diet either."
"Pre-planned diet? I wonder why he keeps bringing up that subject?"
thought Shayna.
After an hour of driving and no more talk, the long white limousine
pulled up to a locked gate. Shayna had no idea which suburb of Los
Angeles they were in because of the tinted windows. The driver punched a
sequence of buttons, the gate opened, and the limo made a slow climb up
the steep driveway. Vinny's house was more like a mansion. The long
driveway looked like gold in the lights. The mansion was three stories
high and must have been at least 7000 square feet.
"How many people live here?" asked Shayna.
"Just me," answered Vinny curtly.
"Who cleans it?" quizzed Shayna.
"You're going to," commanded Vinny.
The limo driver escorted Shayna's luggage up to her room with Vinny
leading the way. Two flights of spiraling stairs, down the hallway into
a small bedroom. Vinny pointed to the room then swiftly headed back
downstairs. The bedroom resembled a 10 year old girl's room. Pastel
colors on the walls, pink bedspread, lace pillow cases, and two girly
looking teddy bears lying on the bed.
There was an attached bathroom with a decent sized soak tub, a vanity
with one sink, and barely enough cabinet room for Shayna's cosmetics. On
the far wall there was a small door.
"Is that extra closet space?" asked Shayna as she pointed to the door.
"Jus' paart uv ur baffroom, ya slave," responded the limo driver as he
ambled down the hallway chuckling.
Shayna cautiously opened the door and turned on the light then peered in
and saw the tiled walls and floor with an oversized floor drain, which
looked more like a street drain. Then she looked up and saw an overhead
shower in the ceiling. Her first thought was a huge walk in shower.
Then she started observing other apparatus like two more shower heads on
the wall, a large mirror on another wall, and chains with stirrups
including a pulley system. In one corner was a tall stand, with a red
rubber bag and an attached plastic tube that was about five feet in
length.
When Shayna discovered what the apparatus was, she put her hand over her
mouth and muffled the word, "ENEMA."
It was getting late so Shayna decided to get ready for bed. As she was
taking off her bra, one silicone breast enhancer fell to the floor.
Shayna thought, "I can't wait for the day when I won't need those
anymore, and hopefully all the shit I am getting from Vinny and Sir Dom
will be worth the price of free boobs."
All of a sudden she heard a series of loud beeps and the large flat panel
television turned on and she heard Vinny's voice plus the message was
written on the screen.
Message: "Shayna, you will receive your daily instructions from this
monitor. You can replay the daily message as many times as needed. You
only have one order for this evening. Go into the bathroom, find the
pre-loaded injector tube with the four inch needle attached to it. Take
it to the walk-in shower area, stick the needle in one of your ass cheeks
and push the 'girly' fluid, which happens to be liquid Premarin; a
hormone, into your system. Good night."
In the nude, Shayna vigilantly walked into the attached bathroom,
discovered the clear plastic tube and long attached needle. She walked
into the shower room and placed the prickly needle to her ass cheek, then
paused as she was quivering like a drug addict needing a fix, but also
trying to quit the habit.
Shayna talked to herself saying, "You can do this Shayna. Be a strong
GIRL. This is what you want baby. You want your tits to expand, your
nipples to grow, your voice to soften, and your body hair to disappear.
Stick it in your ass, it can't hurt anymore than, AAAAAAAHHHH,
OWWWWwwwwweeeeeee."
She did it! Shayna's first self inflicted injection just happened. As
she pulled out the needle her ass cheek felt on fire. She rubbed it
continuously until the pain eased into a tingling, then hobbled off to
bed for the night. After she pulled the covers over her naked body, her
hands automatically moved down to her crotch. Her clitty-cock was
stiffening as she stroked herself to sleep.
The next morning, Shayna was awakened by a shrilling noise. She opened
her eyes and noticed a large clock on the wall and a bell clanging away.
Shutting her eyes and covering her ears didn't seem to help. Shayna
opened her eyes again and noticed the clock read 6AM. She hadn't been up
at 6AM in over a week!
The television monitor made a series of loud beeps and Shayna's daily
message (with Vinny's voice) appeared on the screen:
"Good morning Shayna, I know you're tired, but you have plenty to do
before your 9AM Doctor appointment. The limo driver, Charles, will pick
you up at 8:30. Hurry yourself into the shower room and follow the
instructions from the speaker in that room. DO NOT STOP TO PEE OR POOP."
Shayna quickly went into the shower room and stood there naked waiting
for the instructions from the speaker. The tile floor felt cold on her
feet and she had to pee so bad the only thing that was holding in her
urine was the hard-on that she endured.
"Shayna, stand over the drain and piss."
Immediately, Shayna started to relieve herself. Since her girl-cock was
still pointing upwards, pee sprayed all over her tummy and thighs then
ran down her legs into the over sized drain. The sour smell of morning
piss burned in her nostrils.
"Next grab the pre-greased tube and shove it in to your asshole. Slowly
turn on the valve and feel the warm water entering your bowels. Make
sure you empty the entire bag of water into your system and hold it as
long as possible. This will take the place of your morning bowel
movement."
Shayna slowly turned the valve on, and watched the line of water
deliberately trickle down the long plastic tube. The anticipation of
clean, warm water enter her private hole was exhilarating. As the water
line got closer to the end of the tube, Shayna gritted her teeth awaiting
something she had never experienced before in her life; an ENEMA.
The first seep of water to enter her 'ass-cunt' felt smooth and warm, but
as water continued to fill her guts she gasped for breath.
"DO NOT TURN THE VALVE OFFFFFF," the voice over the speaker ordered.
"OHHHHHHHHH GAWWWWWWWWWD," squealed Shayna as she saw her belly growing
into pregnancy form. "I can't taaaaaaaaaaaaake this. Nooooooooo,
nooooo, my FUCKIN' guts are gonna burst!"
Finally the bag was empty and the water stopped running. Immediately
Shayna pulled the tube from her ass. Watery shit poured from her asshole
and emptied into the oversized drain. The rancid ooze was all over her
legs and she couldn't wait to turn on the shower and cleanse the urine
and shit from her filthy body, but the feel of pressure relief from her
bowels was more than satisfying.
"Good job Shayna, you may now turn on the overhead shower," the voice
echoed from the speaker.
The putrid smell of urine and shit was slowly being expunged by shampoo,
soap and water as Shayna scrubbed her body as fast as possible. After
about five minutes in the shower, the hot water turned to freezing cold
water.
"Time's up," said the voice over the speaker.
"There must be cameras in this place," thought Shayna, as she dried
herself with a large oversized towel.
"Now, go in to the bedroom and there are exercise clothes lying on the
bed for you to wear. Put them on and proceed down the hall to the
exercise room," said the voice from the speaker.
Shayna returned to the bedroom and found two items on the bed. A pair of
black exercise tights and a pair of ballet shoes, a 'special' pair.
Shiny black patent shoes with a 6-1/2 inch stiletto heel with the toe
piece pointing downwards. After she put on the exercise tights, she
picked up the ballet heels and walked down the hallway.
"PUT THE SHOES ON SHAYNA," demanded a resounding voice over the hallway
speaker!
Shayna sat down on the floor and put on the ballet heels, but when she
tried to stand, she had to hold on to the walls and walk on the tips of
her toes similar to a ballerina. Little by little she inched towards the
exercise room. Her ankles and calves were throbbing and her toes were in
excruciating pain from the ballet heels.
When she arrived in the exercise room the speaker voice ordered, "Sit on
the floor and stretch out those legs and try to put your ankles behind
your neck. Then get up on the bench and lock the seat belt around your
waist."
After Shayna stretched the tension out of her legs but failed to distend
her ankles behind her neck she got up on the bench which was in a
reclined position. Shayna suspiciously latched the safety belt around
her waist. She looked around the room which didn't resemble a normal
exercise room. There was a variety of equipment she had never seen
before in her life. There were also mirrors on the ceiling and every
single wall.
"Take the suction cups and place one on each breast," instructed the
voice from the wall speaker, as two plastic cups with hoses attached were
lowered by a machine to her chest.
Shayna grabbed a cup with each hand and meticulously centered them over
each flat breast. Suddenly she heard a strange sound resembling an air
conditioning unit which initiated suction through the tubes. As Shayna
felt her pectoral muscles starting to stretch the machine kicked into
high gear. If felt as if her nipples were going to be sucked up through
the hoses. Shayna looked up at the ceiling mirror and saw her chest flab
in the form of petite, but elongated tits.
"Oh my GOD," shrieked Shayna, as she felt tenderness in her tiny breast
muscles.
Approximately three minutes later the machine shut off and the suction
cups were mechanically raised up to the ceiling. Next, the bench moved
slowly forward so Shayna was positioned fully upright.
Two clamps with a small chain attached to each one were lowered from the
ceiling when she heard the speaker voice say, "Fasten a clip to each
nipple."
Shayna tentatively secured a clamp to each nipple as she yelped in pain,
"OUCH! FFFFFUCK THIS HURTS!"
Her nipples were already enlarged and tender from the suction, but the
pinching created by the nipple clamps brought tears to her eyes. Then,
the small chain attached to each clamp slowly lowered towards her lap.
She felt a tugging sensation and looked down at the chains. Attached to
the end of each chain was a lead weight which looked like an oversized
fisherman's sinker.
The pressure and pulling on her nipples made Shayna scream in pain,
"Please stop. Make this end! I don't wanna do this anymore. This
fuckin' hurts so..."
Instantly, the chains were raised which took the weight off as the
speaker voice instructed, "You can now unclip the clamps Shayna.
Unfasten your belt and go back to the bedroom. There are clothes laid
out for you to wear to your appointment today."
Shayna quickly unclipped the clamps, unfastened the belt and got off the
bench. She couldn't wait to get out of the exercise room. Hurrying for
safety, she had forgotten about the ballet heels and tumbled forward,
falling like a baby learning how to walk. Shayna slowly raised herself
at the entrance of the hallway, and inched back to the bedroom.
On the bed she found her attire neatly laid out for her. There was a
white training bra, white frilly boy shorts, a pair of Calvin Klein
jeans, and an oversized black sweatshirt with a zipper in the front. On
the floor she noticed a pair of black closed-toe pumps with a four inch
heel.
As she pulled the boy shorts up past her thighs, she noticed her clitty-
cock was half hard with a bubble of pre-cum on the pee hole. Just the
thought of her first doctor visit excited her into near bliss.
Shayna hooked the training bra around her waist, but before she pulled it
up over her chest, she touched a breast. She felt a tiny outline of a
mound that was still stretched from the vacuum treatment. She could feel
the excitement stirring in her frilly boy-shorts and her clitty-cock was
producing a noticeable stain.
"The beginning of my total transformation," thought Shayna.
Shayna struggled to get the jeans up over her tiny ass, then had to suck
in her stomach in order to hook the top button as she gratefully assumed,
"Thank God for spandex. These jeans must be a size too small and they
look like they were painted on me."
The black sweatshirt was frumpy and long and it covered most of her form
fitting jeans' ass and the tiny bulge from her clitty-cock. The baggy
sweatshirt also concealed the size of her breasts.
She slipped into the four inch pumps then heard the speaker voice say,
"Now go into the bathroom. All the cosmetics are arranged for you. Do
not put on any less makeup that is provided."
"Any less makeup?" Shayna giggled to herself.
Shayna strutted into the bathroom muttering, "Four inch pumps are
considerably less strenuous compared to those fucking ballet stilts. At
least I can walk on the balls of my feet instead of the very tips of my
toes."
On the bathroom vanity, Shayna saw the cosmetics arranged in the exact
order for application. First there was shaving cream and a razor, then
beard cover, and a tiny bottle of liquid foundation and a sponge. She
finished the basics, then went on to a small amount of eyeliner and
arched her eyebrows in light brown. There was hardly any lavender eye
shadow left in the tray, but she scraped out as much as possible and
spread it on her eyelids. As for the mascara, there was only a brush and
barely enough makeup on it to coat her upper lashes.
Next Shayna looked around the vanity for lip liner which wasn't there,
and she thought, "Well, Vinny must have forgotten to put it out, so I'll
just get in to MY cosmetic bag and...WHAT THE FUCK!"
The cabinet was bare and her cosmetics were gone. Shayna looked up at
the ceiling screaming, "Why are you doing this to meeeeeee?"
The speaker voice answered, "Sir Dom and I are the ones who decide how
you look, how you act, what you wear, where you go. Matter of fact, WE
are in control and you have no power Shayna."
Shayna looked back down, and thought, "assholes."
She picked up the tube of lipstick, uncapped it and found the color to be
very dull; mauve taupe. She applied the lipstick, puckered, and looked
into the mirror and in a sassy tone said, "Plain Jane Shayna."
Lastly she put on the wig that she was supposed to wear; a short bob-cut
and strawberry blonde in color. After Shayna secured the wig, she picked
up the black clutch and looked inside; a cell phone, twenty dollars, and
a note.
The note read: The $20 is in case you get in trouble and need a taxi.
The cell phone will be monitored on every incoming and outgoing call.
Shayna looked back into the mirror and discovered her nails were short
and not colored. No earrings, necklace, rings or watches could be found
anywhere on the vanity. Her appearance was simple, and as far away from
the slutty look that she endeared.
Once again the speaker voice rang out, "Go downstairs and at the bottom
of the second flight turn left towards the kitchen and you will find your
breakfast ready in the dining area."
Shayna did as she was told and when she got down to the second flight of
stairs the aroma of bacon and eggs filled the room. She was starving to
death and could use a nourishing breakfast. She walked towards the
kitchen and discovered an enormous wooden dining room table. It was
beautifully hand carved and there must have been at least 12 high back
chairs.
At one end of the table there was a small plate with something on it. As
Shayna walked over to it, she saw a shadow appear, then quickly
disappear. She also heard some footsteps but saw nothing.
Shayna looked over her shoulder, then back and over the other shoulder
and said, "Vinny, is that you?"
Nobody answered her, so she sat down at the table to eat. On the tiny
plate was half of a grapefruit with a small knife and spoon next to it.
Shayna was so famished she gobbled the grapefruit down in less than a
minute and patiently waited for the next course; dreaming of bacon and
eggs.
Almost five minutes passed by and she yelled, "IS ANYBODY HERE?"
There was silence in the room and once again, Shayna thought she saw
another shadow; almost an outline of a girlish figure. She felt lonely
and deserted, but had no control in what was taking place.
"I'M STARVING TO FUCKING DEATH! PLEASE, PLEASE, SOMEBODY TALK TO ME,"
shouted Shayna as she pounded both palms on the wooden table with her
forehead face down.
With her head still down, she heard a soft female voice say, "Shayna,
everything will be okay in time."
Shayna quickly looked up and saw the most striking maid she had ever
seen. Shayna's jaw dropped as she sat straight up in her chair. The
maid, dressed in a black maid's outfit, had olive skin, and long silky
jet black hair smiled at Shayna. The maid was slender and tall with long
legs and wore six inch black patent heels which made her legs appear even
longer. Her perfect body was shaped like a model and her makeup was
faultless. In a sexy voice, the maid introduced herself as Natasha.
The look on Shayna's face had question marks all over it as the maid was
saying, "Yes, I'm the maid of this house. I'm the person who laid out
your clothes and makeup. I know why they brought you here and what they
are trying to do to you."
"They?" questioned Shayna.
"You know, Sir Dom and Vinny," answered Natasha softly.
Natasha sat down next to Shayna, rubbed her arm and shoulder explaining
exactly how Sir Dom and Vinny make money stating they are in the adult
film industry. They shop the streets for people like Natasha and Shayna.
Actually, they find sweet and petite looking males and persuade him to be
transformed into a cute and sexy T-girl. They train her then market her;
in other words they sell T-girls on the black market in the pornography
business.
Natasha went on to say, "Shayna, I was sitting in that exact seat you're
in right now only six months ago. I also had a maid telling me the same
thing I'm telling you right now."
Shayna's eyes got bigger and asked, "You're a T-girl?
"Yes, I'm a T-girl, my name used to be Nathan," said Natasha
"Where did YOUR maid go?" asked Shayna.
"I hope she MADE it," sighed Natasha.
"Made it?" said Shayna.
"You know, in the porn business hun, Natasha said.
Natasha repeated the process to Shayna. First they find you, and
transform you. Then you become the maid of this house, earn your keep,
and practice your female side. Once Vinny believes you're ready, he
tries to sell you in the open market of the porn business. If you don't
make it, they toss you out into the streets. Most of the 'throw-always'
become escorts or hookers.
Shayna interrupted Natasha wanting to be sure she understood, "So after I
do breast surgery, I become the maid, and they sell YOU?"
"Not quite, but close, said Natasha laughing nervously. You don't have
to have tits to be the maid. Matter of fact, in five days there's a huge
party at this mansion. All kinds of people from the porn business will
be here and it's MY coming out party."
"In other words, you're going to be the show piece that evening?" said
Shayna.
"Yes, I'm incredibly excited about it too because on that night, my
dearest Shayna will become the maid," informed Natasha. Then, they will
find another wanna-be, transform, train her, and she will become the maid
as you progress into modeling and acting; hopefully becoming a pin-up,
you know, a celebrity."
A loud car horn sounded in the driveway and Shayna got up and said, "I
guess the limo's here for me. Nice talking to you. When will I see you
again?"
Natasha, the maid, was gone out of site just as fast as she appeared.
Shayna grabbed her clutch and pranced out the door to see the driver,
Charles, was waiting with the door open. Charles raced down the steep
driveway and they were off to Shayna's first doctor appointment.
Charles, the limo driver, let Shayna off in front of a small and modern
clinic. Shayna was excited yet terrified as she walked towards the front
entrance of the clinic. One deep breath and she was at the
receptionist's desk. After she checked in at the front desk there were
several pages of paper to complete. Some of the questions were difficult
to answer, such as; male or female, chest size, current cup size, desired
cup size. Shayna just left those answers blank and returned the
paperwork to the receptionist.
In the waiting room, there were a variety of women awaiting their doctor
visit ranging from skinny to fat, and old to young. Some needed
enhancing, and others needed shaping. Shayna couldn't help eves dropping
on some of the small talk. Mostly she heard the women complaining about
the consistent long wait every time they had appointments.
A door opened and a nurse peeked her head out and said, "Shayna?"
"Yes," replied Shayna in a meek voice.
"Follow me," said the nurse.
When Shayna got up and walked towards the nurse she heard a lady say,
"HEY, we've been here for over an hour and that little bimbo just got
here."
Shayna, was feeling embarrassed and didn't even look sideways as she
scurried toward the door. The nurse walked Shayna down a hallway and
showed her the door to a private exam room.
"The doctor will be right in," said the nurse.
Shayna sat with her legs crossed as she nervously looked around the room.
There were diagrams and charts defining breast augmentation and the
various types of surgery. One explicit image caught Shayna's eye; real
life pictures of before and after surgery with the amount of saline
inserted.
Just as Shayna stood up and was walking over to the pictures there was a
quiet knock on the door and the doctor walked in declaring, "Hello, I'm
Dr. Richard Johnson."
Shayna reached out, shook his hand and introduced herself, "I'm Shayna."
Dr. Johnson looked through Shayna's paperwork and articulated, "I see
you're a clan of the cousins, Sir Dom and Vinny. I've done lots of work
for them."
"Work?" asked Shayna.
"You know, developing and revamping their clients with plastic surgery."
"Oh, responded Shayna in a dumb blonde tone.
"Let's take a glimpse at what we're working with here," insisted Dr.
Johnson as he unzipped Shayna's bulky sweatshirt. "Good, I'm glad you're
wearing a training bra. I also received an email from Vinny stating that
you've started hormones and breast suction with the vacuum treatment.
"God, that suction stretched the hell outta my pectoral muscles," uttered
Shayna in a spiteful voice.
The doctor hastily countered, "The longer you keep the suction cups on,
the faster your boobs will develop. I really don't suspect them to
enlarge more than an "A" cup which should take approximately one or two
months."
Shayna embarrassingly zipped up her sweatshirt and said, "Any thing
else?"
"Not really, the first visit is basically a consultation, making sure
you're on the right track and Vinny knows the process exceptionally well,
so you're in good hands. I'll see you in one week," informed the doctor.
Shayna pranced down the hallway to the receptionist's desk to make her
next appointment then dashed through the waiting room and out the door.
Shayna was so high on emotion, she half skipped and a half ran to the
awaiting limousine.
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