High Voltage/Take a showerC
From Create Your Own Story
The door shut behind me and I was alone in Lauren's room. I lifted my arm and took a brief sniff of my armpit. A brief sniff was all I needed for the pungent odors to fill my nostrils. I agreed with Hannah; I needed to clean up. I spotted a shower caddy in the corner of the room. A yellow towel was draped over it. I removed the towel and glanced into the caddy. It had shampoo, conditioner, soap, and a bunch of other things I didn't recognize. I picked up the towel and the caddy and went to the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom I locked the door, and turned the water on warm. I removed my outfit, happy to shed the girly clothes; however, removing them forced me to come to grips with my new body. The naked girl in the mirror frowned at me as I examined her. I will admit, if I had to be in the body of a girl, Lauren was at least easy on the eyes. Of course her attractiveness added to the stark contrast between my old body and my new one. The water was now warm and I stepped into the shower. The water felt amazingly good on my skin. I turned my back to the shower stream and backed into the water, letting it cascade on my head. I rotated slowly to keep my entire body warm and I reached for the shampoo. As I began to work the shampoo into my long, brown hair, aromas of fruit filled the room. According to the bottle, it was supposed to smell like passion fruit; I'm not really sure if that's a thing, but it smelled good.
Washing my hair took significantly longer than it ever had before. Not only did I need to use conditioner, but my hair was so much longer. When my hair was done, I grabbed the soap and began to scrub my face, and then my arms, and then my chest. My nipples were way more sensitive than I expected. Jess used to complain when I would play too aggressively with hers, and now I could see why. My curiosity was piqued and I sent my right hand south and let it dance over my pussy. I cooed as my finger traced my clit. This is not what I expected. An hour ago I wouldn't even put on a bra and now I felt like I owed it to myself to explore this body. As my hand lingered between my legs, I observed that the shower head could be removed from the wall and held by hand.
Should I:
