Jo made the last cut and pulled the head that was identical to her own away from the cloned body. She carefully afixed it to one of dozens of round wooden bases scattered around her. Once stuck, and the glue hardened, she picked it up by the back of the neck and pecked it on the lips—her lips.

"Another done." Jo looked down at the shipping information this particular practice head was being sent to. England. A salon in London specifically. She smiled proudly.

The smile soon faded once she brought her attention back to the limp clone of herself. She still had to dress up it's feet and cut them off. Same with the hands. Not to mention her set of tits and the hips that would need to be carved away for her private sex toy shop.

Jo sighed. Maybe she needed a clone that could help her with the business.