Intrusive Thoughts, Shower Thoughts

I went up to my room after talking to Mrs. Villanueva. It’s on the fourth floor and just beneath the rooftop so it’s only a short trip if I feel like hanging out there. But taking the stairs from the first floor would’ve been quite a toil but it didn’t seem to affect me at all. Maybe I have a very fit body. Health is wealth indeed. This will help when I start working.

“Hey...”

As I was about to open the door, a pretty girl from the room next door approached me. She seems to be a few years older than me. Black eyes that give a mischievous look, shoulder-length black permed hair… She reminds me of one of six heroines from a harem anime with a tomboyish vibe and seems to be “one of the bros” type of outgoing character. That heroine left a huge impact on me after watching that episode where the male protagonist licked her belly button. It was just… quite something.

“Hey, can you hear me!? Are you fucking ignoring me or what!?”

The girl waved her hand in front of my face. I was dazed for a few seconds which seemed to tick her off.

“Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m Mayumi.”

“Fine then. Looks like you’re having a hard time. I’m Serina, by the way. I’m staying next door over there. Let’s get along from now on, ‘kay?”

“O-Okay, nice to meet you.”

“Come on, we’re friends now so stop the stiff attitude.

“Sure…”

“Wow, look at those bajongas. What cup are those, F? Or maybe G? Dang, aren’t you too young to have mommy milkers? You’d drive men around our block crazy if you jog with those. Or maybe they’ll end up healthy and early risers instead. Wahahahahahah!”

“...”

“Anyways, I hate noisy neighbors, especially at night. Make sure to be careful. I’ll get angry at you if you try to fuck around. Don’t you go bringing guys in your room, this is an all-girls apartment! Behave yourself, ‘kay?”

“Okay…”

“Now give me your hand.”

She flashed a bright smile and shook my left hand with both her hands. She talks rough but it just might be her having a frank and earnest personality. I’d love to get to know her better since we’re neighbors now and she’s a looker. Her face is nice and her slim body is quite decent as well. Those are probably just B-cup but they go well with her seemingly tight athletic body. I wonder what she does, probably attending a university?

I checked the phone and it’s 12:30 PM. I have nothing else to do so I just watched videos online. Funny cat videos, baby seals, a pair of otters playing with toys in the living room… Ah, I think I just busted my algorithm with these kinds of short video suggestions… Hmm? So those structures were made by aliens? I don’t believe this scruffy head… Eheheheh, Xiongnu horse plundering Mario coins… Ah, our local beach resorts are getting popular with international tourists nowadays… That Monkey King game looks nice. Not that I feel like playing it, though…

Time went by fast as I consumed the algorithm suggestions. It’s already getting dark outside. As I was watching short videos, a raunchy one showed up. Something scary came to my mind. It was a very very scary thought.

“Oh no, no, no, no, no… I have to do this. This is urgent, an issue of utmost importance…”

Before dashing into the bathroom, I went to the wardrobe and picked a pair of panties, a bra, a white shirt, and pink dolphin shorts. I then stood up in front of the mirror, nervous. Ugh, let’s settle this. I started taking each article of clothing off my body. First, the jeans, then the black shirt. I unhooked my bra and my pair of lovely babies bounced with full pride in front of the mirror.

“Gulp… This is it…”

I lowered my stance a little, my ass sticking out a bit behind and my limbs doing a partial squat. I then lift my left leg first, sliding the panties off my feet one after another. Lifting my panties with both hands stretching each hole using my fingers, I looked in the mirror once more.

There stood a black-haired voluptuous girl with her face concealed behind a fabric stretched by both hands, breasts slightly pressed against her body by her forearms.

“I really am sexy, am I not? Definitely fitting for a goddess.”

After relishing the view through the mirror for a moment, I next laid my eyes on the fabric about an arm’s length in front of my face.

“Sniff…”

What is this scent? It’s noticeably odd yet pleasing. A unique scent I never smelled before. Is it sweat? I mean, I did work up a bit of sweat earlier so there’s a hint of sweat in it. But there’s more to this scent aside from sweat. Hmm… What could this be? Don’t tell me this is some sort of pheromone. Wait, do humans actually emit pheromones? No way, isn’t that fiction? I don’t really know but maybe it is my own pheromone. I tilted my head down and tried to smell each of my armpits. They do kind of smell like it, don’t they? Uhh, I’m not sure.

I looked back in the mirror once again and saw my own puzzled reflection despite the stretched fabric blocking my face’s reflection beneath my eyes. I then came up with a bizarre idea. I slowly moved my hands that held the fabric away from the mirror… Slowly, slowly… Ever so slowly, it blocked more and more of my face’s reflection. And when my hands reached about a couple of inches from my face…

“Sniiiiiiiiiff!”

“Sniff!, sniff Sniiiff!”

“Hmm… Sniff! Ahm, sniiiiif!”

I dunked my face right into the panties between my hands, taking a good waft of them. It emanated that same peculiar yet pleasant scent that had been lingering in the bathroom since earlier. It’s one of those intrusive thoughts, nothing to be embarrassed about. People would say that it’s weird, disgusting, or embarrassing but it’s actually more common than anyone would think. Taking a bit sniff of your body is part of a sound and inquisitive mind. It’s just that it isn’t really something you’d bring up in any conversation since it’s never appropriate in any situations but it is definitely a thing and I’m not the only one who does this!

But this time, the scent was so strong my inner nose felt a bit shocked similar to the sensation when you smell a sweet gasoline stench nearby and then try to put your nose near the mouth of its container. This delightful scent with a hint of sweat is quite addicting. I can already imagine it turning heads and bedazzling people around if my body emits even a diluted scent like this, about the same level as how it smells on my armpits. This is quite a dangerous scent, to be honest. I’ll have to be careful when around people just to be sure.

Back to the mirror, I looked at myself again. Starting from my face, down to my neck, collarbone, breasts, belly button, and eventually my below. It was something between a tiny triangle and the letter V, leaning closer to the former. I reached my left hand towards it and felt it with my palm.

“Hmm… They are short, thin, soft, and a bit frizzy. Seems nice and easy to maintain, or might not need any maintenance at all.”

I stopped after a few seconds and my eyes went back to my face with a satisfied look in the mirror. Yet another intrusive thought came into my mind. Before I knew it, my left hand moved up…

“Sniiiiiiiiif! Sniff, sniff! Hmmn, sniiiiif!”

I was right. There’s that same strong scent again from a minute ago. I guess they aren’t some sort of vestigial parts all along. I wonder if those grew with the purpose of holding pheromones for a longer duration. I do remember searching for why humans have them back when I was a teenager for scientific purposes and reading that they were there to maintain the optimal temperature and to reduce friction but I don’t exactly know how that works. I’m not sure, it’s been a long time since then, long enough that it was a past life. That aside, I’m glad to see that I won’t have that much trouble maintaining that part.

With that out of the way, let’s get down to our real business. After I pulled the scrunchie down to undo my ponytail and put the laundry into the basket, I went out for a moment to get the desk mirror and brought it into the bathroom. I went out for a moment to get the desk mirror and brought it into the bathroom. This is a very crucial moment, information of the utmost importance, a task currently of the highest priority. I have to do this right here and now. I nervously lowered my hips onto the floor right in front of the drain until I was in a squatting position but with my legs aspread. After a gulp amidst cold sweat, I tilted backwards just enough for my butt to finally touch the tiles on the floor, still maintaining the same squatting legs. I put the desk mirror on the floor with my hand just a few inches in front of me and over the drain, while the other hand titled it for a proper angle. I then put my weight on my bottom to maintain balance as I slid both my arms behind each of my knees until they reached both of my soft inner upper thighs near the middle.

“This is it. Calm down and get this over with. Ugh...”

I used both my middle and index fingers on each hand in a “V” sign to pull each frizzy plump fold and slowly spread them apart. It was akin to a grotesque alien and a pelagic zone fish, although that analogy might be disingenuous for it wasn’t ugly at all. Once parted like voracious lips agape, another set of moist delicate petals slowly follows through in a motion reminiscent of pinch-to-close plastic zipper bags being slowly pulled apart without the slider.

It could be the lighting or maybe the mirror’s angle but it’s too dark to see what’s inside. After about a minute of struggling to move myself and the mirror around the floor to find the right position, I finally got a good view. Pink, pink, pink, it’s all glistening and moist reddish pink. Deeper right in the middle is a strikingly lighter shade of pink with a crescent opening. This is what I think it is, right? After taking a good look at it, I picked up the desk mirror and stood up, looking at my own reflection with a gentle smile and a sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness, I’m still a virgin.”

I took another round trip to put the mirror back on the desk and went straight for a shower. Washing that is now my new body felt awkward. It feels like washing someone else. Feeling every part as I lather it with soap makes me realize yet again how different my body has become, and how it would be the same from today onwards. I am now a new person with a new identity and with all ties from my previous life severed beyond distance or time. I’m still worried about knowing basically nothing about this identity’s past. But it’s an issue I currently have no way of dealing with so I’ll just have to get by and see what the future brings, or what the past will catch up to me with. Feeling both isolation and worrying about a possible past connection of the girl I’ve become unbeknownst to me is ironic. Such is a textbook example of shower thoughts.

After rinsing the suds off my hair and body, I dried myself with the towel hanging right next to the sink. My body aside, it sure takes some time to dry a long hair. After a few presses, I wrapped the towel around my head and took another good look at my body through the mirror in front of the sink when something caught my eye. With a mischievous smirk, I picked up the body lotion and sat on the sink which is sturdy enough since it’s attached to the wall similar to the ones you see in kitchens. I pressed once, then twice, and got plenty of lotion on my hand.

I took quite some time putting lotion on my body. And to be honest, I might’ve gone overboard enjoying myself and used too much of it. I might’ve used it in a couple of unintended ways as well. It was a nice evening, yeah. And it won’t be until the following day when I’ll read online that it wasn’t a good idea since it throws off the pH balance or something. Damn, I messed up big time. No more lotion leisure for me.