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Quinn was almost certain that she was a bikini. It was a weird thing to be sure of. It could have been a dream. At least, she was hoping it was. But the evidence was all there. Like the way she couldn’t feel her legs, or her hands, or even her face, but instead she could feel straps and loops and cups. Or the fact that see was looking in a mirror, but couldn’t see herself. Instead, all she saw was a pretty young woman about her age. Quinn wasn’t even in the picture. But right on eye level - or whatever passed for her eyes - was the top half of the girl’s bikini: a fashionable design with wide cups in a kaleidoscope pr