In the shower

“Wow,” thought Kyle, as he stood in the shower. “This is kinda cool!”

Small whirling brushes moved up and down on poles mounted on the edges of the shower, effectively making it so that there was nowhere in the shower Kyle could move to get out of reach of the brushes. “Auto-washer. This is so cool!” He thought.

The shower notified Kyle when to turn so that each and every angle of his body was thoroughly scrubbed. A helmet attached to a tube lowered from the ceiling. A panel told Kyle to place it on his head, which he did. He could feel the helmet lathering and washing his hair, although he did catch a slight whiff of strawberries from the shampoo. He’d have to adjust that before tomorrow.

Even though Kyle thought he had been cleaned, the shower indicated for him to remain o place as the whirling brushes did more passes. He smelled a noxious odor as some new cleaning agent was applied automatically to the shower scrubbers. It wasn’t until he turned to have his front scrubbed again that he noticed all his body hair was being scrubbed right off of him. He danced, trying to get out of reach of the brushes, but there simply was no place to dodge them in the shower stall. He tried to push the stall door open, but it was locked.

Resigned to his fate, he thought it would be over soon. He then smelled a floral scent and felt the brushes applying lotion to his body, softening his now hairless skin.

There was a “ding” and the brushes retracted, stopping their spinning. The helmet was pulled off of his head, leaving a pleasant strawberry scented mop of long, wet, blonde hair cascading down his face.

Stepping out of the shower, a towel, held in several vertical rods was waiting for him. Kyle reached for it, but the two rods moved toward him, putting the towel under his outstretched arm, and wrapping it tightly around his body, just like a girl would. While that was going on, a blast of air pushed his hair up where a few more rods holding a towel caught it and wrapped it up, turban style.

Kyle blinked. If anyone could see him standing there, he would look very much like an undeveloped teen girl that just stepped out of the shower.

“Stupid bathroom,” he mumbled, as he lowered the towel to his waist. Much to his surprise, that towel was pulled off of him and the rods applied another towel, wrapping it around his chest.

“Uh...” he was starting to get a very bad feeling about this.