You are cleaned up.

Darla leads you into the open shower, a hand on your hip gently guiding you. You watch her out of the corner of your eye, loving the way her big titties sway with each step. Your far smaller and firmer breasts jiggle as you walk, but lack the size and mass to swing in a similar fashion. With her wider hips and plump buttocks, Darla's gait is more feminine than your own, toes pointed forward, smaller steps, and her hips rolling from side to side in an eye-catching sashay. You still walk in a more masculine style, feet slightly splayed outwards and a longer stride with less obvious rolling of your hips.

Once inside the shower, Darla turns on the water, turning up the heat and pressure before setting to work douching away the copious amount of gunk and cum coating your skin. Your newly remodelled flesh is far more sensitive than your former hardened male body. The pressure and heat of the spray from the showerhead that Darla has detached from its holder so she can cleanse your body from any angle is unnaturally stimulating compared to your previous experience. Your skin tingles and tickles as the showerhead is moved around you by your attractive attendant. You feel your flesh twitch in response to the stimulation, and you moan softly.

"Feels good, don't it, honey?" Darla coos soothingly. "And that's just on your back and arms. Forget diamonds, I swear showerheads are a girl's best friend. Nothing better than turning the pressure right up and letting that power jet work its magic on your pussy. If I ain't got a man available and want some quick relief nothing gets me off quicker."

"Show me," You challenge her. "I don't believe I can cum that easily."

"Oh, you're a sly one, ain't you, Honey?" Darla laughs. "I already told you you ain't allowed to get off before the games."

Darla giggles as she moves the showerhead downwards from where she was washing your shoulder and neck. The powerful spray is directed onto your clitoris and bald labia. You squeal girlishly and jump at the intense stimulation, your exposed clitoris throbbing and jerking. Your natural reaction is to attempt to cover your crotch with your hands in response, but with your hands cuffed behind your back, your shoulders jerk and your bound wrists pull against each other in a futile attempt to protect your sensitive female parts. Darla laughs and only allows the spray to hit your labia and clit for a moment before moving lower to clean your thighs and legs.

"Don't tease me, bitch!" You snap, ashamed of yourself for such a strong reaction to the momentary stimulation.

"Only doing my job, Honey," Darla replies, seemingly unoffended by your name-calling. "Why'd you reckon they get me to wash you by hand? I'm supposed to keep you hot and horny before the games begin."

"That's not fair!" You whine plaintively.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head," Darla brushes away your complaint. "All those other guys will get edged just the same once they get transformed too."

You allow Darla to continue cleaning you without further objection, gritting your teeth and moaning loudly when she occasionally directs the spray to your clitoris, labia, or your hard, throbbing nipples. You are almost finished showering; your soft skin is glowing and tingling when the guy you had seen wheeled onto the stage is led into the shower by another attendant. She is still tall, at least for a woman. Several inches taller than you, but as thin as a rake with barely any muscle at all. Long and glossy afro curls fall haphazardly over skinny shoulders and brush the upper slopes of firm breasts that, despite how slender she is, are a size or so larger than your own.