Get clean.

First things first you have to clean up, and just so has it there is a pair of locker rooms right here for you to use. But which one? With a grin you look at yourself in the mirror, with clothing on there is no way in hell anyone would think you were anything but a sexy human girl. Then again if you are taking a shower you will have your cock out so perhaps the responsible thing is to go into the one for men. Tapping your foot for a few moments you make a decision and with a grin head into the locker room.

As you go inside and get undressed it would seem the indecision was unimportant as no one else is inside. Sliding a bill inside of the coin changer you are soon able to rent a new locker and stuff everything inside for a pair of quarters. Four more buy you a soft white towel and you head into the stark white tiled shower room. There are about a dozen or so shower heads in a single open room, no kind of privacy, but alone it really doesn't matter. Moments later you are soaking wet, cock in hand, and stroking yourself off while pinching and tugging on your sexy nipple rings. A bit later you are on the ground writhing around, fist up your ass, and yanking hard on your meat. Biting your lip you stroke and grind away at yourself till you bring yourself to the height of a toe curling orgasm. The spray from your cock mixes with the slowly cooling water and runs down the drain. You can't help but feel like it was a waste not to have captured and drank the sticky load, but pulling out your hand you climb to your feet give your tits a final hard tug, and turn off the water.

Padding softly and quietly on your soft sexy feet you scoop up the towel and head back to your locker to dry off. Pulling open the locker you take your filthy cum stained clothes out, now drying and getting crusty and can't bring yourself to put them on. “Yuck.” Your fingers find their way to the hoops at the sides of your mouth and give them a soft little stroke, as if that was something you had done a million times, 'strange,' is all you can think as you do such a normal seeming yet new mannerism. But an idea does come, you put on the tennis shoes, the top, and tie the towel around your amazingly skinny waist like a terry cloth skirt. “That is good enough for now. I need to go shopping.” Taking the case, you hit the street and hail another cab. Smiling as the light of the early morning warms your face.

“Where to miss?” The very hairy man behind the wheel asks.

“I need to buy some clothes. Got any suggestions?”

He seems to think deeply for a second or two and you are sure he just accessed his computer, “Hop in.” The ride is about fifteen minutes and rather frightening, but sort of fun as well. You hop out pay him a $100 feeling a bit bad to have not tipped the last driver. The cab pulls away and you find yourself on a long road with at least 4 strip clubs in your line of sight, as well as 2 stores for stripper clothes and a store called “Fashion Firearms.” You can't help but laugh, the driver must have taken one look at your bright pink hair and makeshift skirt and decided this was the natural place for you.

“Guess I might as well see what I can find.” Hefting the case of cash you look at the various stores. But where to start?