Chapter 3
Eventually, Sonya managed to drag Newt into the bathroom, with much coaxing and quite a lot of petting. She adjusted the shower with water to that of his liking, then entrusted the rest to him. Surprisingly, he'd managed to undress himself, despite not having much use of his hands.
He'd been in the bathroom for about ten minutes now, but Sonya let him take his time. She'd worry about the water bill later. Besides, she'd let the were take as much time as he needed, as long as he came out fully clean. While Newt had been in the shower, she'd ran over to her neighbor's house for a new set of clothes. Her neighbor had given her a strange look when she'd asked to borrow a set of male shorts and a t-shirt, but in the end, she got them. They'd probably fit, seeing as Newt was so thin and scrawny.
It was twenty minutes when finally, the shower stopped. Newt must be done. Sonya walked over to the door, rapping softly on it. "Newt? You done?"
A whine came from the other side. "Do you need help?" Sonya asked. Another whine. Sighing, she opened the door, making sure to cover her eyes.
She slowly opened her eyes, carefully making sure to only look up. Great. She'd have to dress him now. She highly doubted he could do it by himself, seeing as he still couldn't open doors properly. Fighting back a blush, she pulled Newt up to his full height, so that he was a little above her eye level. He made no noise, just stared at her. He had no clothes on, and his chest was completely bare. Quietly, she slipped the t-shirt on over his head. It fit perfectly, thank god.
For the next part, Sonya was pretty sure her face was bright red. Grabbing a pair of underwear, she bent down, firmly squeezing her eyes shut. "Okay Newt, lift up one of your feet." Thankfully, he did as he was told, allowing er to slide the underwear up his legs, to his hips.
Good. Now she could actually look at him without closing her eyes. After she helped him with the shirts, she stepped back, looking him over. He had long legs, so his shorts were a little short, going a bit above the knees. But other than that, he looked good. Now just for the hair….
Snip after snip of blonde tufts floated to the ground, until his hair was all at the same length. His hair was still a bit shaggy, but it was even now, and out of his eyes. When she was finished, Sonya looked him up and down. She had to say it, he looked good. Cute even. She quickly brushed that thought aside, pulling her eyes away. "Would you like something to eat?" She asked. "You must be starving." She hoped he would say yes. The werewolf looked like he'd never been properly fed. To her disappointment, he walked away, retreating to the comfort of his own didn't follow. Yes, he looked underfed, but he'd already had a busy day,and she feared anymore more adjusting might scare him.
Despite this, she smiled. He'd had a lot of improvement today, and he showed promise. Perhaps she'd be able to make a human out of him, yet.
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