You both clean up and make plans. {Nina's POV}

As the warm torrent of water pours down both of your Ill-gotten bodies, you explain to Seb what you know.

You start with yourself.
Coming to the resort, getting body-snatched and then thrown into this body by a masked woman. As it turns out, his story is almost identical. He won some tickets to Royvis from a lottery and along with a few friends, came here and, well, you know...
You both decide that one of your first orders of business should be to find this woman. If she was willing to get you out of the vat, maybe she'll help get your bodies back. Of course, this is easier said than done. But it's a place to start.
Then, He asks you this; "What about the demons?"

"Well, That's a bit harder." You say, scrubbing the crust out of your beard.
"Uh, yeah, I noticed." Seb says, gesturing down to your cock.
"See, I know that your kidding..." You say. "But you aren't that far off."
"I think that they're trying to take over the world. They pretend to be humans but they don't seem that good at it."
"Yeah." Seb says, "I got a weird vibe from this place from the jump."
"They don't seem to have the best grasp on modesty. Or, if they do, they don't care." You say.
"So, they'll just start shaggin' anywhere they like, with whoever they like?"
"Pretty much."
"And to fit in, we'll have to...?"
"Never say no."
"Peachy."

All finished up, you grab a towel from the rack and dry off.
Your shorts don't smell so great but they are the only thing you have to wear.
Seb seems to have thought of something. "You said your body had a lady, yeah?"
"Uh, yeah. Delilah. She seems... nice."
"What about her? She know about this?"
"Hmn. I don't know."
"So, what's she gonna say when she sees all of this?" He says, gesturing to his buxom form.
"That is... a good question. I guess we'll know what to do when it happens." You say. "If she acts normal, we explain everything. Or we try. She might not believe us but we can do our best."
"And with those big mothers running around at night she'll have some proof."
"Yeah. And if she's one of them..."
"Keep with the 007 bit..."
"Mhn..."

"And this leads me into my last question..." Seb says. "What am I going to wear?"
"That is... " You look around. "A good one to ask."
You and Seb look comb the locker room for anything for him. Blondie had to be wearing something when she came in here right? Well...
"That is not going to work."
You find a torn up one-piece bathing suit hanging out of the trash. It is literally hanging on by a thread, clearly ripped open by some manly hands and tossed side. It won't cover anything especially with tits like his.
"Feck..." Seb sighs. "I guess, i'll just... wear nothing?"
"What? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, Feck it! You said it yourself, they don't give a toss 'bout modesty! So, why don't I play the part!?" He says, throwing up his hands.
"Well, in that case..." You drop your soiled shorts and toss them aside. "I'll join you."
"Feck it!"
"Yeah, Fuck it!"

You hope you don't regret this.