Robin gets a shower

Robin trudged home, his eyes were tired but he still had a small smile on his face. He didn't often get compliments on his looks so Nashma's comment on his hair had stuck with him. He had been meaning to get to the barber and chop it all off but he started to think maybe he should just keep the length and get it cleaned up a bit.

Once inside the apartment, he headed to his bathroom, eager to wash away the grime of the day. As he turned on the shower, he realized he was out of body wash and shampoo. "Great," he muttered to himself, the annoyance evident in his soft voice. With a sigh, he decided to borrow some from John's bathroom.

Entering John's bathroom, he quickly scanned the shower caddy, grabbing the first bottles he saw. He was basically on autopilot, too preoccupied with the desire to just get clean and relax. The warm water cascaded over his body as he lathered up with the unfamiliar body wash, its scent oddly sweet and floral though he paid it no mind.

Next, he worked the shampoo into his hair, noticing it felt different from his usual brand. It had a rich, thick consistency, almost creamy. He vaguely wondered if that was why John's hair always looked so nice. He rinsed off, feeling a strange tingling sensation on his skin but his thoughts remained on John.

"I don't get it. How didn't he have women throwing themselves at him? He is so kind and even I can admit he isn't a bad-looking guy. I mean, if I was a girl I'd absolutely-" he was in midsentence when he noticed it. His skin felt oddly smooth, far smoother than usual. Panic began to set in as he looked down at his body, realizing with horror that much of his body hair was gone. His arms, legs, and chest were almost entirely hairless, leaving his skin unnaturally soft and bare.

"Fuck!" Robin exclaimed, his voice trembling with shock and disbelief. He rushed to the mirror, his heart pounding in his chest. His hair looked different too, fuller and more voluminous, cascading around his face in soft waves.

"Oh my god," he whispered, his hands shaking as he ran them through his transformed hair. He turned back to the bottles he had grabbed and saw them as if for the first time. The volumizing shampoo was fine even if the scent was a bit feminine, but the bodywash was obviously something left from John's ex. The bottle was bright pink with large letters, "Depilatory."

"How could I be so stupid?" He berated himself, the reality of his mistake sinking in.

Robin felt a mix of emotions swirling within him—embarrassment, frustration, and a great deal of confusion. No matter how tired he was, it should have been impossible for him not to notice what he was doing to himself. He wrapped the towel around himself, feeling exposed and unsure of what to do next.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Okay, it's just hair. It'll grow back," he muttered, attempting to reassure himself. Shaking his head, he tried to push those thoughts away. He needed to focus on the practicalities. He quickly dressed, opting for a loose hoodie and sweatpants to hide his newly smooth skin, not wanting John to see what he had done, though it couldn't really hide the sweet, floral scent still clung to him.