Getting soapy and flirty in the showers.

Oh yeah, all of this was a fantastic idea.

It was a situation right out of my late-night fantasies. I was invisible, gazing out into an ocean of softness, steam, and bubbles. Perhaps around a dozen people, including Joy and Rie, were lathering themselves up under spouts of water; all of them chatting, giggling, and even flirting with one another.

This was a good time to mention that this world had no masculine males whatsoever, all of them were femboys; and this world also had no spaces which were segregated by gender. This meant that while the majority of people in these showers were female, a few were male, identified by their flat chests and penises between their legs.

I took advantage of the visual freedom my current form allowed to thoroughly examine each college cutie’s body like I was studying their anatomy for an exam. Thankfully, the showers were in a fairly small space which meant that I had free reign over the room despite still being in lingerie form inside one of the cubbies in the adjacent area. Nobody seemed to be all that bothered by the lack of space, happily sharing the few available shower stalls with each other.

Lots of skin-on-skin contact was going on, most of which was accidental but a fair amount was clearly purposeful. Even these latter incidents were typically disguised as legitimate attempts to help the other person clean, but the intent was fairly obvious to anyone who had eyes—even me, who had no eyes to speak of at the moment.

One booth had a pair of femboys who couldn’t seem to stop “mistakenly” rubbing their erect members together, against each other’s’ meaty thighs, and occasionally into their hands. I had to admit, I kinda wanted to be in there with them, though I likely wouldn’t be able to stop myself from dropping the façade right away.

The booth occupied by Joy and Rie was equally homoerotic, with the goth finding every excuse to have her massive rack pressed into the face of poor Rie. Given the encounter in the stairwell, I had expected Rie to be at least somewhat weary of such blatant sexual contact, but it seemed that wasn’t the case when it came to Joy. If nothing else, she wasn’t giving any indication that she disliked being occasionally suffocated by her big tiddy goth BFF. Mood, by the way.

Yet another shower stall was occupied by three individuals, and it seemed nearly all pretense was abandoned with these ones. One of them was standing straight, one hand resting on each of the shoulder-height stall walls to either side of her while two other girls were hard at work lathering up soap in their hands and generously scrubbing every inch of her body. The one being washed was also an elf, much to my surprise, with pointed ears and blonde hair. Actually, now that I really looked at it, her hair seemed to be bleached. The roots looked like they were brunette if not black. Neat.

Also of note was how this elven woman would occasionally react to hearing Joy cackle in her unique way. Unlike me, it seemed miss elven princess did not find the goth’s signature laugh very cute at all. She would frequently toss glares in her general direction, prompted by very little.

“Rie,” Joy cooed at her stall-mate, “while you’re down there, would you mind scrubbing under my tits? I get so sweaty down there.”

Rie just barely managed to pry her face out of Joy’s cleavage to respond, “Y-you can do that yourself, can’t you?”

“Tch,” Joy snapped her fingers in disappointment, “Well, you miss every shot you don’t take.” She then cackled, earning her a glare from the elf. “How about my back, then?”

Rie sighed, “Okay, just this once though.”

“Thanks, cutie!” Joy flashed a sharp-toothed grin and spun around in place, leaning against the stall door so her friend could get to work.

“Hey, Joy!” one of the femboys called out. “Where’s Ren?”

“Yeah,” the other femboy piped in, “He always does such a good job washing us up.”

Little did they know, I was right there with them and quite happy to know that “washing” them was a regular thing.

“He’s playing hooky today,” Joy said, shrugging. “Locked himself in our room to play videogames. I’ll let him know that you missed him, though,” she winked at the two femboys, who giggled.

I noted that one of the femboys was now actively stroking the other’s dick. I liked these two.

“So, Joy,” the elf spoke up, suddenly. Although calling to my gothic twin, she made no effort to make eye contact, facing forward and away in a casual manner.

“What’s up, Liz?” Joy replied, quirking an eyebrow.

Uh oh, Liz was the one Rie warned Joy about earlier. I had no idea why she was trouble, but even I could tell something was about to go down.

“Greiya told me what you did to him in the hall.”

I noticed Rie stop scrubbing Joy’s back and shrink a little, almost like she was hiding.

But Joy simply guffawed loudly. “Oh yeah? I guess I can’t blame you for being concerned, no way you’re getting any kids out of him now. He took quite the nutshot.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Liz retorted, spinning her head around to glare at Joy over her shoulder, red with fury.

“Probably,” Joy shrugged.

“And what makes you think you have the right to treat him in such an unseemly fashion?”

“Well if I don’t kick that trashy punk’s nuts then who will?” Joy chuckled. “Oh, nevermind, I guess you do. Frankly, he probably gets worse from you.”

Oh damn. That was pretty spicy. Clearly these two had history, which probably meant I had history with Liz as well. I took careful note of this fact.

“How dare you!?” Liz was having none of this. She turned around and stepped out of her shower stall, walking toward Joy.

Joy didn’t back down, not that I expected her to, instead stepping out of her own stall and grinning at the elf.

“You haven’t forgotten who I am, have you, Joy? I am the headmistress’ daughter. You don’t want to fuck with me.”

“On the contrary, Liz, I would love nothing more than to give you a good fuck. What do you say? I promise it will be much better than anything Greiya can do for you.”

Liz stepped forward; their breasts were pressed together aggressively now.

“Ooooo,” one of the femboys jeered. The other one giggled as he was getting stroked even more vigorously. It seemed they had taken advantage of the distraction to get even more intense.

Suddenly, a woman who had, until now, been totally silent and using her own shower stall stepped out and got between the feuding ladies. She pulled the two women apart, her hands on both sets of hefty melons, and pushed them away easily and casually.

“That’s enough you two,” she said. She was taller than both of them, probably standing at around six feet, and had an absolutely shredded athletic frame complete with a six-pack and well-defined muscles. She had short, blood-red hair with shaved temples and eyes in a matching color.

“You can’t expect me to just let her say something like that!” Liz protested, angrily. By now, the two girls who had been sharing her shower stall were trying to pry her away as well.

“I can, and you should,” the towering woman replied, calmly. “Because if a fight starts, I’m ending it.” She spoke with a subtle accent that was hard to describe but this wasn’t Earth so I would have to expect odd things like that. To me, some words sounded like they were being said with a subtle Scandinavian lick but occasionally I heard some Slavic in there, too. “If you’re going to go complain to your mother, do it without any broken bones, yes?”

I noted that the Amazonian woman was pretty shamelessly fondling both Joy and Liz, and didn’t seem to care who was watching her do it.

“Fine,” Liz conceded and stepped away, brushing the taller woman’s hand away in annoyance. “But my mom will hear about this.” She then walked past her two companions and said, “C’mon you two, time to dry off.”

They looked relieved that the situation had simmered down and scurried after the elf without a word.

“Aw, why’d you have to ruin the fun, Klys?” Joy pouted up at the red-haired woman.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, “My people consider showers and baths to be sacred spaces. They are places to admire the natural beauty of one’s peers; they are not for bloodshed.”

Joy stepped in front of Klys and leaned against her, mashing her massive tits against the other woman’s well-built torso. “You’re more than welcome to admire my ‘natural beauty’ anytime you like.”

Klys gave Joy’s rear a playful squeeze, hugging her close. “How about a raincheck? I’m already running late for class.”

“No hard feelings, I did say ‘anytime’,” Joy giggled.

“Good, count on it,” Klys said and gave the busty goth a wink before separating and leaving the showers the same way Liz had.

“W-we should probably hurry too, Joy,” Rie said, still standing in their stall.

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming.”