Stranded in the Apocalypse (Part 3): Bathing Routine



Cameron came across a creek when talking a walk outside camp. He knew he didn't have much time before his next shift started, but he really needed a shower. Without plumbing and running water, this was the next best thing. Plus his arms and back ached from all of the cleaning and cooking. He stripped off his raggedy clothes and put on a set of hand-me-down underwear he bought with his wages. All of his new clothes were hand-me-down, either from women who died or who were too pregnant to fit in them anymore. What he had now was a sorry excuse for a bikini, but probably safer than nothing at all.


The water was cold, but manageable. Cameron took his time stepping deeper and deeper until he jumped all the way in. It had been so long since he had gotten his hair wet. Even though this river wasn't the cleanest, he felt cleaner than he had in weeks. He found a smooth pebble from the river bottom to use as a loofah. Scrubbing his skin almost felt like he was back in his old apartment, trying to shower with the water heater that kept breaking.

With no sense of time anymore, he stepped out of the water, fully refreshed from the morning swim. As he peeled off his underwear to dry off and change, he heard a stick break in the distance. Probably just a deer, he thought to himself. He stood naked on the gravel shore, holding his arms up in the air with his eyes closed. He could feel the warm sun and gentle wind against his skin. For a moment, all of his troubles went away. He forgot about his terrible job in this terrible post-apocalyptic world. He forgot about his tiny bunk and aching muscles. He even forgot about being stuck in a woman's body, though that quickly went away as he started getting dressed. God, these tits are huge. I really need a bra. He began walking back to camp when he thought he heard faint footsteps in the distance.


He stopped to listen, feeling his breasts jiggle on the last step. Is someone out there? he wondered. Were they watching me? Did they see me naked? He started walking again, this time slowly to hear for footsteps out of sync with his own. Instead, he heard three distinct sets getting louder and louder. Finally, he saw who it was: Gabriel and two of Mother Regina's other lieutenants walking straight toward him. And they looked like they had business on their mind.

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