Johnny or Jenny or whoever she felt like knew one thing: she only had so many clothes for this body. She better wash the spare stuff she bought, just to be safe.
"Now remember baby," Johnny told himself. "You're a man and ya' ain't into dudes."
Yet inside the laundromat was yet another muscly dude, although this one had some of his hair in a ponytail. He was pulling a robe out of the dryer, but Jenny still had a chance to see his well-toned arms and torso.
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