Washing up

We unpack our bags migrating our stuff from our old packs to the new packs "so when are we leaving the city?" I ask wanting to know the time frame on our stay "a couple more days, I have plans for us tomorrow and then we could take a day of rest before moving on" Quinara explains.
"So soon?" I ask wanting to stay a bit longer to enjoy respite of having an actual bed rather than sleeping rough, Quinara fixes me with a stare "you're getting a day of rest already runt what more can you want?"
"Yeah ok" I say begrudgingly accepting the one day of rest I was being allowed.

Once we had everything sorted Quinara turns to me "Strip runt" she commands, my eyes widen in alarm "w-wha?" I stammer alarmed at her request, Quinara elaborates "well you need a bath anyway and I want to see what I've got to work with runt." She spoke about me like I were her property, I do as she ask stripping down to my breeches, I do hesitate on removing them but Quinara's gaze quickly makes me fold yanking them down and presenting myself to her. I cover my cock and balls with my hands, "hands to the side runt" she commands I very reluctantly comply letting her see my naked body.

I avoid Quinara's gaze looking at the floor afraid of what she would say about my body, would she see my lack of muscles as weakness and get cold feet? Would she find me repulsive? Finally Quinara speaks "not bad runt... certainly room for improvement but I can work with this" her approval makes my heart soar but what did she mean by improvement. "I-improvement" I stammer nervously, Quinara chuckles "don't worry runt, it's all simple enough. In fact we can start right now when you go bathe take your razor in and trim down that" she requests pointing to the mass of ginger pubes above cock and balls. I look down and while I would love to do as she asked there is one problem "um I don't have a razor" I say sheepishly, Quinara looks puzzled "you don't?? But what about..." she says stroking her chin alluding to my lack of facial hair. "I-I just can't grow a beard" I admit feeling ashamed, I was relentlessly teased about this trait growing up and it had made me feel like a lesser man because of it. I hoped that Quinara wouldn't think the same about my inability to grow a beard, "ok well you should buy a razor runt because I'm not picking hairs out my mouth" she states not caring about my inability to grow facial hair just wanting to let me know that oral was off the table until I shaved downstairs.

I will be buying a razor tomorrow.

"Now go wash yourself" Quinara states ordering me to bathe, "yes of course" I say heading to the washroom, as I pass Quinara she delivers a light slap to my ass, I let out a yelp in response before heading in the washroom. In the washroom I light the fire under the brass water cylinder to heat the water for my bath, while I wait for the water to heat I look at myself in the full length mirror. I really didn't understand what Quinara saw in me, I well and truly was a skinny frail looking man, she was this powerful statuesque goddess and I was just some guy. However one silver lining was that my cock looked particularly big compared to my smaller frame, it wasn't a monster I had heard of men with cocks over twelve inches, but my eight inches wasn't small by any means... Besides Quinara had said it herself that this wasn't something to be embarrassed about. I pan up from my genitals to my face, I look into my blue eyes and take note of my slender face, "gods my hair is getting long" I say to myself running my fingers through my ginger hair that was now down past my ears, I hadn't had a haircut since this journey began so my usually short ginger hair was now at the longest it had ever been.

The mirror then begins to fog up indicating that my water has been heated and open the valve on the cylinder allowing the hot water to fill the tub. I dip my hand into the water and recoil from the heat, "FUCK!" I yell out in pain. "You okay in there runt?" I hear Quinara call out through the door concerned for my wellbeing, "yeah I'm fine water was just a bit hot" I say putting her at ease. Once the water had cooled slightly I climb into the bath, letting out a pleasurable sigh at feeling the warmth seep into my skin, gods it felt so good to have an actual warm bath as opposed to the quick washes in the cold outdoors I had grown accustomed to. I scrub myself thoroughly, wanting to be as clean and presentable for Quinara as I could be.