So Far... So good.

Once inside, Sandy double checked the lock on the door, before starting the shower as a precaution. There was no sense in any random noises causing suspicion among the other occupants. However, she was surprised by how well this was going. For once it seemed like she was going to be able to just enjoy the convention without having to worry about distractions. Unlike Kelly who...

Kelly seemed to have her own way of dealing with it, Sandy reflected. Instead of being uncomfortable, Kelly reveled in the attention, even going out of her way to make other people uncomfortable. It made her wonder whether she could have ever pulled off such a blatantly aggressive manner of dealing with others.

Sandy undid the metal tags which held her chest binding tight to her, and breathed a sigh of relief as the flesh toned medical gauze came away from her breasts. She inhaled, feeling free from the tightness that had secured her the entire day. Only three more days of this. The first day is the hardest, they always say, and today hadn't been too difficult. Apart from that one moment, there had been no reason to fear for her disguise. She smiled, looking in the mirror at herself.

"You go, boy..." She smirked, running her hand along her neck. The mist in the air was beginning to fog up the mirror, and she quickly shed the rest of her garments. Boots, socks, Pants, rolled up sock, underwear...

Nude, she stepped into the shower, and enjoyed the relaxing spray of the water across her body. Traveling was always something that Sandy enjoyed, but the first moment of true relaxation was always the greatest. She reached out of the shower to grab a wash cloth from the metal rack, and proceeded to enjoy a long, luxurious shower, which she would never have taken at home. Money to pay water bills didn't grow on trees, after all.

After she had finished, Sandy took her time preparing herself once again. She quickly wrapped the gauze around herself tightly, securing it into place with the sharp toothed metal tags. She dug through her bag, finding the large t-shirt she intended to wear as sleepwear, and the pair of sweatpants that went along with it. She tucked the rolled up sock carefully into the crotch of her underwear, smirking as she did so. It was an essential part of the illusion, after all.

She stepped back, and after wiping off the mirror with a towel, checked herself carefully. Still looked fairly male, with the wet hair slicked back and face free of makeup. She took a deep breath, stuffed the remainder of her clothes into the bag, and opened the door accompanied by a rush of steam.

"Thought you fell in." Nathan commented, as Sandy crossed the room towards her makeshift bunk. She glanced at the television, noting the typical good cop, bad cop drama being played out on it.

"All yours." Sandy nodded, sitting down on the slightly rough upper blanket that had been peeled off one of the beds. She could still see the TV from where she was, and tried to lose herself in the banal inanity of the formulaic show.

The slamming of the bathroom door immediately after Nathan's exit caused Kelly to swing her legs over the side of the bed. She sat on the edge, staring over at Sandy with a look of curiosity on her face.