Bath

You turn on the taps to run yourself a bath. Despite the time that it takes no-one arrives to ask you what you are doing. Once the warm bath is run you step in and sink down into it, allowing its warmth to sooth and relax you.

You lie back, put you hands on either side of the bath and close you eyes. Although you are totally relaxed you are just able to stay awake and not slip below the surface. You are more than relaxed enough, however, to not immediately notice that the hard porcelain behind your head has slowly become softer and more cushion-like, nor that water-jets have somehow formed next to your tightest muscles. You are so relaxed, in fact, that you don’t react as the jets pulse warm water against body, and simply enjoy it without thinking about the fact that you didn’t see them before.

It is only when you feel a small stream of bubbles tickling your labia, and realize that the contours of the bath have somehow changed so that you are lying with your legs slightly open that you open your eyes, try to sit up and realize that it is more difficult that you expect as the bath is now shaped perfectly to keep you lying down. You struggle ineffectually for a minute, splashing water everywhere, before lying back down to try to work out how best to remove yourself from this mess.

It is then that you see the half sphere in the ceiling, above the bath. It is the kind of thing that department stores use to hold their security cameras, and you suddenly get the creepy feeling that someone has been watching you bathe, and possibly taping you. You aren’t sure whether that or the weird shape-changing bath freaks you out more. You wonder whether it would be better to try to climb out of the bath or try to gain the attention of the person behind the camera, who might have some control over the bath, and convince them to let you get out.