I've got to get home and find that bottle.

I can't go dressed like this. Shit, Shower Shave came to mind from my old military training. You had little time to get ready and that's what they would tell us. Well at least I can leave out the shave part.

I turn the water on and jump in. Grabing the soap, I quickly lather up. As the suds and my hands reach my breasts I'm struck by an electric tingling feeling. "Ohhhh," I moan out loud. "Stop it." I tell myself. "You don't have time to feel yourself up." Focus. I had to focus on my objective. Get home.

Focus hell, I tried to focus as my hands hit my clit. The smooth feeling of the warm water and my fingers excited me. "Oh Wow." I moaned! It felt good. It felt too good. I can't afford to start liking this, or I'll never get home.

I managed to stop my hands long enough to focus on my hair. Damn washing long hair sucks. You can't get all of the shampoo out and it falls down in your eyes. Man being a woman is tough.

As I step out of the shower I grab a towel and realize I can't just wrap it around. Two ripe globes are in the way. I wrap it up under my arms above my breasts. I grab another towel for my hair and try wrapping it up, but it just falls off. Jeeze, this is frustrating.

After wrangling with the towels and my hair, I finally managed to dry off. Again I walk over to the mirror to admire my body. "Wow," I said aloud again. I'd like to get her in the sack.

What am I thinking.....

Getting her in the sack would mean me getting in the sack with a guy. I'm on the other end now. "Man this is fucked," I cursed.

I got over my prediciment and went to get dressed. This was another harrowing experience, it not somewhat erotic.

I looked in her underwear drawer. It was full of sexy panties. Yuck I have to wear panties. Oh well at least the guys at the local bar can't see me. Well if they did, I wouldn't be safe in my condition any way.

"Hmmmm," I thought as I hummed out loud. These would look good on me. I brought several over and tried them on in front of the mirror. They felt good as they slid up my smooth legs. I tried on some hi-cut bikini briefs in a plain white. I modeled them a bit. There was one thong in the pile and knowing how hot chicks looked in a thong I thought I'd try one myself. Well the front fit good, but the back slipping up in my crack and between my ass cheeks felt kind of weird. I did like the way it looked though.

Next came the bra. Red thong red bra, I thought as I thumbed through her selection of bras. I slipped my arms in the arm holes and fir the cups up to my breasts, being careful to not get aroused. And I thought my cock was sensative, sheesh.

Try as I might I couldnt get it. I took it off and hooked it together. I pulled it over my head like a shirt and boy did that not work well. It snapped and snagged my boobs and was a struggle but I finally got it on. I stood in front of the mirror admiring the fit and making minor adjustments. How can they stand wearing these. You feel like you're tied up with straps around your back.

Next came some jeans. Might as well be comfortable, I thought. I grabbed a pair and pulled them on and they fit great. Not tight like some mens jeans, but more form fitting like a glove. I buttones the fly and admired the fit. Next I went looking for a shirt. They were all thin and whispy and I felt exposed. I saw a jean like top that looked good, though it exposed my belly. I grabbed a pair of tennies and went to check myself out. "Perfect," I said out loud.

I looked around for my purse and began to rummage through it. It was like a mini backpack. Makeup feminine products... "Oh god," I thought as I prayed it wouldn't be that time of the month.