Ladyme
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*i woke up in a field, not a stitch of clothing on me, and not a clue as to who I am, only knowing my name is Sloane. In my hand is a crumpled piece of paper with some writing. It reads "You were meant for one thing. Find it and all you meet will help." Looking down at myself, my skin is flawless, my ass perfectly round, my tits the size of cantaloupes, my waist thin and my belly flat, and my nipples hard and erect* what was I meant for?