Doug sneaks out to the showers

You awoke alone in your bed a short time later. Glancing at the analog clock on the cabin wall, you realized you had only been out for about 20 minutes. “Silvia?” you whispered towards her bed. You could see that she was lying down in bed, not moving.

You received no response. Realizing that she was sleep, you figured you might have a chance to undo the effects of your last ‘treatment’ if you worked quickly. You need to get out of the room and get to the communal showers without waking Silvia.

You recalled that most of your 'borrowed' clothes were put away in your dresser, and opening any of the squeaky wooden drawers posed a significant risk of waking her. With few options, you grabbed a dark blue string bikini that was tossed haphazardly on the cabin floor.

You had several concerns about wearing such attire outside of the cabin, but at least your dick was smaller and your breasts bigger than yesterday, if only by a tiny amount. If you passed for a girl before in front of dozens of girls, hopefully you could do it again.

Donning the bikini, you tied the strings to the best of your male ability and tiptoed out the cabin door and headed for the showers, a concrete building containing bathrooms, changing rooms, and on one side of the building, a room with about 10 shower heads with no dividers and drains built into the tile floor.

Seeing no one else in the showers, which was unsurprising considering it was past noon, you took off the bikini top and bottoms and hung them over the shower’s control knob. You grabbed a random bar of soap and began scrubbing your breasts and crotch while the hot water pelted you from above. You worked feverishly to try to get the hormones, whatever they actually were, out of your skin.

Suddenly feeling light-headed, you leaned forward and rested against the tile wall in front of you. Before you knew it you had slumped on to the ground and were lying face down, hot water rolling off your back.