My First Shower

After I was fully patched up and given a talking to by the doctors about my power I was put in a wheelchair and escorted back to my room, but I was surprised to find myself not in the same room as before. The other odd thing was Doctor Mac hadn’t been the one to escort me, instead it was the second doctor from before, Doctor Kris. Since waking up here Doctor Mac had been by my side, it was strange to have her suddenly gone.
Doctor Kris had me take some pills when we got to the room, which seemed to be some sort of supplement as well as something to help with my pain. After that she helped me undress and wrapped me in a robe. Once I was robed she helped me back into the wheelchair and took me out of the room over to another room with a shower. It had an accessibility seat so she told me I would be okay to take a shower. She helped me onto the bench then walked off telling me she would wait outside the door.
I slid the robe off, exposing myself to my eyes fully. I could see all the bruises, cuts, and stitches I had to have after the test, I hoped I would never get this injured again. I leaned forward and was able to turn the water on. Cold water immediately sprayed at me, almost making me leap off of the bench. I should have had it set to the hand shower until it got warm.
My first shower in my new body was a new experience indeed. Who knows, this might be the first time I’ve showered in months depending on how long I’d been in that cocoon. Why hadn’t Doctor Mac let me shower before? I mean I was probably covered in gross cocoon stuff. Surely someone washed me after that and before I woke up in the nursery.
…I can’t help blushing at the thought that one of the nice doctors had seen me naked and unconscious. I suppose Doctor Mac saw me without a bra on when she first gave me one, but that was different! I consented to that at least!
I shook my face beneath the water to clear my mind. What’s done is done! From now on my chastity is under my control! No more peeping at me!
“Miss Sophia I forgot to give you -” The door swung open, I responded by trying to scream and cover myself. Leading to my mouth open wide without much of any sound coming out as I hugged myself trying to cover myself. Doctor Kris did not seem to notice anything as she slid a package containing shampoo and conditioner bottles. “Enjoy!” She said as she shut the door closed again.
How embarrassing. I feel so flustered and clearly not a doctor here feels a thing after working with so many magical girls.
Shampoo and conditioner, good. I do hope to keep my hair pretty soft, afterall as a future Magical Girl I really have to look my best so they’ll make dolls of me. Then I could buy one and brush my own hair! Hahaha. Or, oh, I wonder if girls get their own merch for free? I hope that’s the case because I don’t have any money! I silently laugh again, at first my laugh was kinda scary, but I’m getting pretty good at imagining my own sounds now that I can’t make them.
I lather my hands up with body wash and begin lathering my legs up. I sure hope the bandages are water resistant. Surely they must be, otherwise why bandage me up just to then send me off to clean off? I scrub up my legs and thighs and then start on my stomach. All the rolling around made me pretty dirty indeed! I get to my chest and with a little hesitation begin lathering. It’s a new experience feeling this soft and sponge cakey.
I never really looked at Magical Girls in the sense of staring at their assets, I wonder if everyone who became a girl is the same size, or is it a wide variety? That’s a dumb question, if normal girls have variety then why not cocoon girls! It doesn’t matter anyway, I don’t even care how I might compare! I silently chuckle to myself again. Or maybe I should imagine a more feminine giggle instead? Yeah, I should be giggling, not chuckling like an old geezer.
After some soap lathering on each of my arms it’s onto my hair! I feel my head and remember I have some braids in. One of the front braids came undone during the fight, but the others are still in. I fidget with the other one in the front and get it to come loose. But as much as I mess with the back ones I can’t get them loose. I begin to feel pretty frustrated with it. I swear it should just unravel with a little pull, what’s the deal!
I could call in Doctor Kris I guess… No! I can do this! I’m not a little kid! Well, I guess I’m pretty inexperienced at taking out braids, this is my first time after all…
That’s it! I came up with the most brilliant solution! I call out in my mind for my most brave knight, “Knight I need your help to undo the braids on the back of my head! Gently!”
The knight appears walking through the closed door and over to me. I call out to him in my head, “It’s good to see you my brave knight, please be gentle!”
“Gentle.” It responds. I realize now I think its voice is my old male voice? Huh.
The knight reaches over my head, running its cold metal hands along the braids examining them. I try not to think about how that’s somehow actually me? Like those are my hands, how? It begins slowly pulling the braid loose bit by bit adjusting as it goes to not try and hurt me. It still pulls things a tad too much for it to be painless, but I appreciate how gentle it is trying to be. I am trying to be? Whatever.
After some work the braids are successfully undone and I can finally begin washing my hair. “Thank you so much my knight!” I say in my mind.
“My honor, your majesty.” It responds.
I smile, and then turn to begin getting shampoo to begin, but then I notice the knight hasn’t left yet. “Is there something else my knight?”
“My king, if I may be so bold.”
“What is it?”
The knight rubs a finger below where its nose would be under its helmet. “You really shouldn’t be exposing yourself in the presence of your servants.”
“...what?” I’m stunned for a few seconds while I process what I just said…to myself? “Ahem. Quite right my knight, I will keep that in mind going forward.” I play along.
“You are most kind, your majesty.” With that and a kneel it took off through the door again.
“What a weird power I have.” Is all I can think about. I grab the shampoo and begin lathering up my hair. I have a lot of it now, I keep having to go back for more from the bottle, none of my guesses are enough. Should I cut some of this? I mean it goes past my chest, maybe it would be better to only be as long as to touch my shoulders. Eventually my hair is shampooed enough and I can begin washing it out.
I get some shampoo bubbles in my eyes as wet hair flies into my face as I turn my head to wash the opposite side. There really is a lot for me to learn about even just showering now!
I pour more than enough conditioner across my head. Rubbing it all in and allowing it to sit slightly while I look at the bottles Doctor Kris brought me. They seem like a good brand based solely on the bottles, they don’t look like the sort of cheap stuff I’d been using as a guy. All the Magical Girls must get so many high quality products to use to make sure they look their best for TV and stuff.
I finally wash all the conditioner out and complete my final wash off of all the soap before I turn the shower off. I look around for a towel and find one hanging just out of reach, I suppose Doctor Kris didn’t think about making sure I could reach it with my bad leg. I grab my bathrobe off the floor and use it to knock the towel down. I dry myself off, then take much longer trying to dry all of my hair off. It feels like no matter how much I rub it’s still wet!
I fumble off the shower bench and on to the wheelchair, not sure if I was supposed to or not but I did. I roll over to the counter to investigate a bottle of lotion that says it has real honey in it. I’ve always wanted to use lotion, but never wanted to buy it, so this is the perfect chance! It smells pretty good so I end up rubbing a little everywhere!
“You done in there, Miss Sophia?” Doctor Kris calls from the otherside of the door. I can’t exactly call back so I just kick the door with my good leg. She opens the doors and takes hold of the handles on my wheelchair wheeling me back to my room from before. Once we got back to the room she just helped me onto the bed then left. Without anything else to really do I just fumbled with the covers and slid underneath. I thought about summoning my knight to sleep beside me so I wouldn’t be alone, but I’m unsure if there’s a limit to how much I can summon him and I don’t want to find out by using him up all night.
I drift off to sleep, in my dreams I get to meet a bunch of senior Magical Girls who say they actually look up to me!