Getting Cleaned Up

Gaz stared at the bundle I was holding out to her. I'm sure she knew what the towel was for, but... "I don't exactly have anything in your size, Gaz," I sighed, referring to the t-shirt, boxers, and sweatpants I was offering her. "And those clothes you're wearing are going into the wash." Her cheeks turned a bit pink at that statement.

"You're...really letting me stay here?" she questioned. I nodded as she finally took the offered clothing and towel. "Why? I'm just some little gremlin you met at a video game store." I wasn't sure if that was meant to be self deprecating or if she was being down on herself. For that matter, I wasn't sure she meant it as a negative. I mean, I'm sure there were cute gremlins.

With a gesture, I bade her to follow me. "Honestly? Because you remind me of myself," I explained. She scoffed. "You're not that short," she countered. I was, actually. It's just she was shorter. "Not what I meant, Gaz. I meant the social awkwardness. Being so unsure of how to act around people that you're actually unwilling to do it at all." Opening the already ajar bathroom door wider, I turned the light on and she entered. "I've been there and it sucks. To be honest, I'm still kinda there. I've gotten a little better, but I'm still pretty introverted. So when I saw you there, so unwilling to talk to the people at the counter that you were ready to climb the shelf to get the game, I felt for you. And when I found out the rest, I knew I couldn't let you just wander off because at the rate you were going, you could wind up dead, you know?"

My rather heartfelt explanation was somewhat ruined when I turned back to her. She was stepping out of her pants. Shirt, shoes, and socks were already piled in front of her. She had placed her skull pendant and earrings I hadn't noticed before onto the sink counter. Looking up at me as she dropped her pants in the pile, Gaz tilted her head. "What? I was listening." She sniffed in a way that could have been from trying not to cry...or just because her nose was slightly runny, who could say?

"Gaz...you're in your underwear," I said slowly. Her bra seemed a bit tight for her. Possibly part of her backstory where she chose not to buy new bras, going for games instead. Speaking of, I realized she hadn't tried to get her stuff back. Probably because she didn't have anything to get. There was no apartment where she had been evicted from, after all. That was just part of her programming. I figured so long as I didn't ask about it, it would never be brought up.

Opening one of her eyes, Gaz shrugged. "Well, yeah. You can't wash them while I'm wearing them," she replied. With that, she reached behind herself. "You...uh...sure you don't want me to leave...? You can just deposit the clothes outside th..." I began to offer when she unclasped the bra and removed it. Yeah, that was a bit small for her. There were marks on the soft skin from where her flesh pressed against the cups.

Left speechless, I just stood there as she removed her dark purple panties. "Nah," she remarked, finally responding to my offer to leave. "...I trust you." Oddly enough, it was saying that that made her blush, not her current nudity. She bent down, picked up her clothes and handed them to me. I could only take them and back out of the room, shutting the door as I left. I was left stunned until I heard the water start running. "Hey, John! Mind if I take a bath instead of a shower?" she called.

"Uh...go ahead. Just...you know...don't...uh...stay in too long and get all pruney," I replied, shaking my head and taking her clothes to the washer. Damn...even all haggered, she was HOT.