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Once I'm done with that small task I move over to the shower itself, not quite entering just yet but looking into it. I move the shower curtain enough so that I can look at the dials. It takes me a few minutes to figure out how to use it to set it to hot and once I have that done I turn the water on, with it set to be reasonably hot. Sighing as it is one thing I know I have to take care of I start to remove my clothing. Getting the pants off is fairly easy as gravity can do most of the work once I work my abominable appendage out of the hole I cut into the fabric so that it can move freely without irritation. The shirt, however, is not so easily done. The hole for the head is designed for fitting a human shaped head. My head is no longer human shaped and thus it takes quite a bit of effort to be able to get it off. I end up having to look as far up as I can while tugging it further upwards and wiggle things around to get it off completely.

Now completely naked the song's intensity increases by a notch or two. Still quiet enough I don't have to fight it off to avoid slipping but much more than I could handle and do something complicated. I take the moment to go ahead and look at myself in the mirror even though normally I wouldn't ever want to. As usual the song becomes even louder in my head, becoming difficult to think as I wait for the water to warm up. I'm not quite sure what I think about my appearance as I look at it. A downside of this accursed form is that it has altered my sense of aesthetic along with the change in body. I cannot tell what others might think of this appearance. But from my current set of eyes I don't think I look too badly and might be attractive to a member of the opposite sex. Unfortunately I know that this is not using human sensibilities but rather ones that if I tried to put thought into why I think this way the song will probably be almost more overwhelming to me. I run one of my hands along my stomach and note how flat it is which I guess should be appealing. I certainly don't feel like I'm all that anorexic which is certainly good.

The whiskers adorning my face seem to have gotten a bit shorter and thinner, which makes me smile slightly. My teeth are long and pointed with my canine teeth longer than the others. My ears are embarrassingly large and pointed at the tip, like large triangles sitting atop my head moving every few seconds here and there. I pay some final attention to my face and look in, ignoring the cheek tufts and looking in close to my eyes. They're still little almond like slits and the eye color are still a vibrant yellow but the iris seems to have at least start to shrink slightly to a more human size.

Deciding that I've been dwelling on my appearance too long I move over and stick my arm into the shower to see just how hot it is at this time. I find it actually a bit too hot for my liking so I find the nobs again and turn it down a bit before deciding to just go ahead and get in anyway. Since after all it was only a little bit hotter than I wanted but not too hot to scald me. I let the hot water wash over my back as the song suddenly becomes much quieter in a bit of surprise, as if it honestly didn't expect to get wet. I continue to just let my body become soaked in the warm water for a moment or two before turning around to let it work on my front side. Finally once it's fully wet and then stick my head into it as well. The song seems actually quite content to being soaked as if it is just as interested in getting clean as I am and knows that to take over would be counterproductive to that extent.

I wipe some of the water away from my eyes for a moment before noticing that already the water going into the drain is a darkish brown. This is one of the three reasons I wanted a shower rather than a bath. Though a bath probably would have been more relaxing, considering how dirty I know I am I would be lying in my own filth for quite a while as I get myself clean. Else not only would it make me more vulnerable since there's no way to easily get out of bath if I were discovered while getting out of the shower is easy, though I'd be still extremely wet and if I were to slip while taking the bath I'd be at risk of drowning through no intention of either the song or myself.

Knowing just letting the water hit me will not get me all that clean I grab a bar of soap and begin to lather up. Since it's the thing closest to me I begin to wash my arms and chest first. I scrub hard, knowing I have to get a lot of dirt to get out and there is no benefit to being gentle with my body. On top of that it'll take quite a bit of effort to get all the way to my skin. I can see the color of the water coming off me turn even darker and as loath as I am to admit it it does give me a bit of satisfaction to see that my chest is starting to look a brighter cream color though I can't really tell any difference on my arms. I continue down but decide my next course of action is not my legs but rather to work on my abominable appendage. As much as I would rather that thing not exist I have to acknowledge its existence and the fact that it tends to soak up a lot more of the dirt and grime since I even pay less attention to what it's doing than the rest of my body.

I grab it with one of my hands, somewhat disgusted at how well I notice the sensitivity it has to my own touch and begin really working in the soap and water. After a few seconds I realize that I'm almost trying to work out knots and clumps in the long hairs coming from it as much as I'm trying to get the dirt out of it. Finally I find that it is well enough done though definitely soaked through and through that I can move on. My next course of action is to work on my legs and feet, finding it almost more annoying to work on than the abominable appendage. At least with that thing I could aim the water at it and keep working without having to constantly get water in my eyes. With this my eyes become drenched and I almost have to do my feet without looking, doing the entire thing by touch more than anything else. Finally I move to the last part and begin to work on my own head. I grit my teeth as I try and not think about the shape of my face and head. The rest of my body is for the most part still human shaped. The existence of the abominable appendage and the exact shape of my legs and elongated feet non-withstanding they can still be for the most part ignored and overlooked as the general shape is still the same.

The structure of my head, however, is vastly different and a much firmer reminder of my own personal malady. Deciding I've had enough I eventually turn the water off and stare at the drain, noting that the water coming from me is clear again but there looks to be quite a bit of dirt and mud that's lining the bottom of the tub. If I was living here or cared who lived here I would have been concerned about having to clean the tub but as I do not I leave it as is. I shake myself off as much as I can, letting my body fully go wild in the notion of trying to rid as much water as I can before settling down. I'm still rather soaked and probably won't be fully dry for at least a little while. I push back the shower curtain and grab a nearby towel before trying to scrub myself dry as thoroughly as possible, paying most of my attention to my arms, chest and head. I do spend a bit of time on my legs but it's not my top priority and by the time I get to them the towel has already gotten pretty wet so I can't really do all that good a job on it and no other towel nearby or at the very least in reach. I don't even care about the abominable appendage. Even though it seems to retain more water than the rest of my body I don't really care and it can rot for all I care.

I step out of the shower and into the main area of the bathroom and consider a moment before deciding that it simply isn't worth it to potentially ruin my clothes by putting them on now. Instead it'll simply be much easier to leave them off and put them on once I'm dry again. As I had intentionally left the door open so that I could hear even with the water on if someone entered this building the mirror isn't completely fogged over so I can catch a glimpse of my appearance and can see just how ragged I now look with all of my hairs all over my body clumped together somewhat and hanging low, especially my abominable appendage. The song begins singing a bit of disappointed regarding my appearance and complaining about it not being clean enough. I decide to take care of that problem and get my appearance a bit more under control and rummage through the sink until I find a brush. Though not necessarily designed for this kind of hair I grab it and then walk into room adjoining it, taking care to step over my clothes to keep them as dry as I can. I plop down on the carpet of the room and begin to brush the hairs all over my body, starting from those on top of my head as a sense of familiarity. The song, amusingly enough seems to croon in a rather quiet pitch, as if far more interested in showing its approval and not trying to take over as that would probably stop this motion.

I spend quite several moments just brushing all over my body and at first I was intending on leaving out the abominable appendage but when I try and move the brush away the song grows louder as if trying to urge me to finish what I started. It gets loud enough that I start brushing it for no other reason than that I don't want to slip and lose control over something so mindless. I brush against it, completely loathing the fact of just how good it feels. I can still hear and feel the rain outside, letting me know it'll still be quite a while before I can go outside comfortably. Now that I'm done brushing myself I go and grab the coat, deciding to go ahead and deal with that. I take it and my first impulse is to rub it against my face, reveling a bit in the soft texture against my cheek. Sighing I begin carefully tearing off one of the sleeves to the coat. I probably could take the time to cut it carefully if I spend the time to get some scissors or even a knife but that'll take a lot of extra time for very little extra effect. Getting the sleeves off are pretty easy enough.

The next part is a lot harder as now I have to tear into the leather itself. To help with the matter I start to tear into it with my teeth and use my large canine teeth to cut through and do this a few more times until I can get some work on it to begin the tearing process. I take careful steps to slowly tear the rest of the leather, coiling around it over and over again, trying my best to keep each part of it fairly equal thickness with small thin strips. As I do so I occasionally take breaks to eat some more of the cereal. The overly sugary food is not necessarily good for me but getting fat is the least of my concerns and I get food rarely enough that it won't even really be an issue. Finally once I feel I've eaten enough food and got the strips good enough that they'll do I amuse myself by trying on the coat anyway, just to get a feel for how it would feel to be normal again.

With the sleeves gone it fits at least moderately comfortably. There is still the issue of it being too big for me but it could potentially work for me if I need to. With that I might just try and keep this around for when I get into the issue of later on in the winter where I might need a bit more warmth to stay alive. As I run my hands down the surface I notice that there seems to be something hiding inside one of the coat's pockets. Reaching in I find that to my surprise there seems to be quite a bit of money in it. I flip through it doing a rough count and find that with this in the grand scheme of things I nearly tripled the amount I had before buying this coat in the first place. I wonder just what would have happened that the last owner of the coat would leave that much money just in a pocket but I'm distracted quite a bit by the fact that my eyes have started to feel a little heavy. I look out a window and find that it has been quite a few hours. Even the song has quieted down again in the interest of getting some sleep. Knowing as bad as it'd be to put my clothes on when I'm not completely dry I know that it's far worse for me to go to sleep without it. Not only would it be tempting the song far too much but if someone does come home while I'm asleep I'll have to abandon the clothes as I don't think I can carry all of them in such a short span of time.

I remove the coat and walk over back into the bathroom where my clothing resides and slip it all on, the shirt being as much a problem as it was in taking it off. I do find it nice, though, that apparently in the time it took me to prepare the new bindings as much as I did my body has gotten mostly dry. I grab all of my things now that I'm fully dressed and place them to one point in this bedroom. The bed is unfortunately too soft for me, I wouldn't be able to get comfortable. But with a quick look in a closet I do find a pillow stashed away for me to use. I wrap my coat and cloak around me as blankets and rest my head on the pillow, intending to only nap for an hour or two before heading off.