Shower and dress

You step into the bathroom and carefully lock the door behind you. It's all too much.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes. How did you get here? There's no good answer to that. This is all so bizarre. But it's not the worst thing that could have happened to you, is it? You're still in one piece. And if you can get through the next three days, you can return to life as you know it.

You turn the shower on and wait for the water to come to temperature, testing occasionally with your hand. You marvel at the odd feeling of your breasts bouncing when you move. On a whim you cup your left breast with your right hand, slowly sliding your fingers over your nipple. Sensitive. Definitely more sensitive than it used to be.

You get in the shower and it's so hot you can barely handle it. It's exactly what you need, somehow helping your body past the deep fatigue you woke to. You open a bottle of body wash and start to soap yourself all over. You slide your slick hand between your legs, trailing your now delicate fingers between the lips of your pussy, across the bud of your clitoris.

"Oh," you say, surprised by just how good it feels. You slide your hand back down and, no mistake, it's amazing. You know you don't have time for this, but you'd really like to see where this is going.