No, she can prepare by herself just fine

I shook my head, "I just need the bathroom to myself for like, the next hour please."

Dad nodded, and at that I ran back up the stairs and started up the shower. I readied my razors, my conditioner, my face moisturizer and every other feminine product imaginable, and spent the next forty five minutes cleaning myself of every inch of hair. I never liked shaving much, my skinny body didn't enjoy the sensation and I never wore anything exposing enough where hairy legs or arm pits were an issue. Now I didn't have that luxury anymore; I _had _to take care of myself.

When I was satisfied by the silky nature of my freshly shaved body, I shut off the shower, and toweled off. I tried wrapping my towel around me for some measure of modesty, but my status prevented such a possibility. If I left it hanging tied up around my chest, it immediately came undone and spooled around my feet. When I grabbed it tight and walked out, it caught on the door and was yanked out of my hands. And of course, the entire time I tried to wear it, it set my skin on fire.

Mildly miffed, I returned to my room and sat on my bed and admired the smooth texture of my body. I had done a bang up job cleaning myself up. While it did nothing to make up for my skinny frame and ridiculously tiny tits, at least I looked like I took care of myself. I glanced at myself in the mirror, sitting on my bed and smiled. Yeah, things were looking up.

I didn't do much for the rest of the night. I tidied up, kept my hair in order, and at around ten, I slipped under my sheets and went to sleep. Unlike every other piece of cloth I'd tried to wear that day, my sheets were soft and smooth against my naked skin.