The Story With No Title
In the Bath
Bathing a 6' 3" tall male heavily muscled frame when one is used to a petite 5' 2" female one is not as hard as one would think, but it was still far from easy. To make it even harder Paullina was continually working blind to avoid looking at something she would rather not. Once she was finished she settled down on a submerged stone bench to soak not wanting to have to get out and face reality.
'Oh get up you lazy bum.' She sighed and got out of the pool and dried off. She was about to put her robe on when she remembered the woman said something about shaving. Taking a dry towel she wrapped it around her waist and approached a stone table. Laid out on it was a pitcher of water, a bowl and various toiletries. There was also a small mirror mounted on the wall.
"You're probably going to cut your throat." She desperately tried to recall all the things she could remember of seeing her father shave. Picking up the thin blade she grimaced and set it back down. She poured water into the bowl and searched for soap, on finding it she got it wet and worked up a lather and spread it on her face. Thinking of the absurdity of it all she began to giggle, which was a strange sound coming from what appeared to be a normal, very large man.
10 minutes later and amazingly free of wounds Paullina rinsed and dried a now clean-shaven face. She looked at her reflection 'I'm a handsome bloke, aren't I?' She then heard a knock on the door.
"I have your clothes sir. May I come in?"
"Yes." The door opened and the woman stood and stopped, staring at her wide eyed. Paullina rolled her eyes remembering she was only wearing a towel and that she was male, though only in the barest technical sense. Striding forward she relieved the woman of the bundle of cloth she was holding and closed the door. "I thought I was bad. That woman…" Her voice trailed off when she remembered what the woman had called those men. 'Elves…shiiiiiiiit…where the hell am I? Oh my God what an unobservant airhead I've been!'
She continued to silently berate herself for not noting the many, many things that would have indicated that things were not all they should be. Besides the fact that she was in a male body and she had no clue where she was, there was the beautiful architecture, the beautiful people, the clothes, the lack of any sign of advanced technology, most notably the bathing house, and basically every thing she had seen since she woke up.
'And I thought I was observant.' She shook her head in disgust and examined the clothes. In a few minutes she was dressed in a pair of green leggings, shirt and tunic. There was also a tall pair of leather boots. Now dressed, but still pissed she jerked open the door and stepped out.
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In the Bath
Bathing a 6' 3" tall male heavily muscled frame when one is used to a petite 5' 2" female one is not as hard as one would think, but it was still far from easy. To make it even harder Paullina was continually working blind to avoid looking at something she would rather not. Once she was finished she settled down on a submerged stone bench to soak not wanting to have to get out and face reality.
'Oh get up you lazy bum.' She sighed and got out of the pool and dried off. She was about to put her robe on when she remembered the woman said something about shaving. Taking a dry towel she wrapped it around her waist and approached a stone table. Laid out on it was a pitcher of water, a bowl and various toiletries. There was also a small mirror mounted on the wall.
"You're probably going to cut your throat." She desperately tried to recall all the things she could remember of seeing her father shave. Picking up the thin blade she grimaced and set it back down. She poured water into the bowl and searched for soap, on finding it she got it wet and worked up a lather and spread it on her face. Thinking of the absurdity of it all she began to giggle, which was a strange sound coming from what appeared to be a normal, very large man.
10 minutes later and amazingly free of wounds Paullina rinsed and dried a now clean-shaven face. She looked at her reflection 'I'm a handsome bloke, aren't I?' She then heard a knock on the door.
"I have your clothes sir. May I come in?"
"Yes." The door opened and the woman stood and stopped, staring at her wide eyed. Paullina rolled her eyes remembering she was only wearing a towel and that she was male, though only in the barest technical sense. Striding forward she relieved the woman of the bundle of cloth she was holding and closed the door. "I thought I was bad. That woman…" Her voice trailed off when she remembered what the woman had called those men. 'Elves…shiiiiiiiit…where the hell am I? Oh my God what an unobservant airhead I've been!'
She continued to silently berate herself for not noting the many, many things that would have indicated that things were not all they should be. Besides the fact that she was in a male body and she had no clue where she was, there was the beautiful architecture, the beautiful people, the clothes, the lack of any sign of advanced technology, most notably the bathing house, and basically every thing she had seen since she woke up.
'And I thought I was observant.' She shook her head in disgust and examined the clothes. In a few minutes she was dressed in a pair of green leggings, shirt and tunic. There was also a tall pair of leather boots. Now dressed, but still pissed she jerked open the door and stepped out.
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Thank you for the reviews ^_^
