Finally some me time for her, pt 3

The shower door just opened, the steam evaporated. Her feet touched the cool tiles if she just turned around and looked towards the drain. The foam in the drain was yellowish and full of black, twisted hairs. Maybe if she hadn't had her eyes closed for most of the wash she would have noticed it. She dried herself with, well, a thousand towels for different parts of her body. She wrapped herself in another one at the end, the towel was big, and its end still barely covered her glutes. On top of that it stretched terribly on her curves. Heading to the mirror, she looked in it and her gaze turned to her nipples. She leaned closer, bringing her milk glands closer to her reflection to take a better look at them.

– What are those? - FINALLY, she caught these strange marks, even traces on her puffy areolas. She analyzed what these scars could be and where they came from - They are certain prints, when I dug my nails into them. Nothing to worry about, it'll be gone soon.

She assured herself, the strange arrangement of those marks hardly indicated a bite at all considering how crooked and uneven Otto's teeth were. She decided not to bother with that now. She began her typical nightly beauty routine. She used a blow dryer to dry her hair, not completely dry, then put on a towel. She opened it, took it out and started applying: oils, creams, lotions, moisturizers, exfoliates, serums, toners, balms and other feminine crap. She had a lot of it in her cabinet. Even brushing and mouthwash that got rid of the remnants of Otto's invasion in her mouth. When she was done, she was about to leave. However, one small thing caught her eye. A "small" dark hair, contrasting with the skin of her left hand. She gently grabbed it and held it in front of her face. It was 2 inches long, stiff but oddly bent in all directions.

–"I-Is this m-mine?" - for her it was a reason to be afraid, she always took impeccable care of herself, you could say that this was the only thing she was good at. The analysis began - "Definitely not from the head, these are not my eyelashes either. Maybe it's from Dave's head? Not too short and he's not so twisted, but it can't be from me" - as if in a horror movie she slowly turned towards the shower, then slowly started walking in that direction. She looked at the drain and was speechless - "I-it's all mine, I shaved it all this morning?"

She saw a lot of similar hair on the drain, the contaminated foam happened to disappear. She went back to the mirror with the intention of looking at herself. Poor thing didn't even think that these were her "stepson's" pubes, who would even think so and in such quantity. Most of them came from her buttocks, anyway, she couldn't notice them. She took off her towel and put it by the sink and started looking after herself. All the places where women usually grow the most hair, but also her body, torso and limbs in general. Whether with her eyes or her hands she pulled to feel something. She considered her front, the area she could easily search, clean, but her back? She ran her hands over her neck, back and buttocks. She felt nothing, but the drain didn't lie. She had to be sure with her eyes. She turned around and tried to look over her shoulder at the mirror, but she still had the impression that she couldn't see anything, maybe if she was more flexible? The idea of ​​resuming exercises, stretching and yoga came back to her mind. The idea of ​​taking a picture of herself came to her mind, maybe it would help a little, just a little. She quickly took her phone, placed her buttocks on the sink counter, pulled her hair to the left, holding the phone she turned her head to the right as much as she could and took a picture of herself in the mirror like some attention seeking girl from X. She knew her phone had one of the best cameras money could buy. She started searching and... nothing. She had no idea what was going on. The amount of hair in the shower was not accidental, but her body inspection was also not for nothing. She sighed deeply and looked at the picture again, she had to admit that she had never looked at herself this way. All of her pictures with Mark were from the front and even then you could see her wide hips, but a picture like that. She had never had a picture where her ass was the center of attention, even though the idea was generally her backside. The phone covered her face, she thought about those young girls who did that on the internet. She didn't understand it but she knew it was trendy on the internet and she always wanted to be popular on social media. Her buttocks almost touched the edges of her mirror, and this mirror was wide, other girls could only envy her eternally. She liked the photo, it made her feel beautiful. She remembered Mark and even though she was angry at him for not coming, she still loved him more than life and missed him. She bit her lip, stood in front of the mirror, covered her face because it made her feel young. She was ashamed of the state of her nipples so she covered them with her forearm, pressing lightly on them. She looked and was equally pleased with the result. She put the towel back on and went straight to her bedroom. She pulled her nightwear out of the drawer where she could smell that strange smell again, but her own sweet aroma blocked it. She put on a robe, sprayed lavender perfume and again she was the ideal of pure beauty and above all freshness. Free from this subhuman monstrosity pollution. Walking down the stairs with a skittering step, she looked at the front door and realized Dave was still nowhere to be found, the joy she had felt for a while, except for the realization of hairballs in the drain, had disappeared. The worry returned. She poured a glass of water and paced around, wondering if she should ring again. She really didn't want to because she was afraid who would answer.

*DING DONG*

The sound of house bell rang wakes her. Big smile returned and she stepped gracefully but powerfully toward the door.