Your mind wanders. There are many things you can do as Mrs. Belle, now that you're alone in her home. There's always the option of taking the plunge, getting straight to the point, and having a little... 'fun' with her body, in order to get more familiar with it... But you also feel that doing something like that is sort of special, in an odd way. After all, this would be your first time doing that in a body that isn't Mom's, so... You decide to wait until the moment for something like that feels right. “It’s too soon for that. I don’t want to invade that much of her privacy as well. Not yet at least. Though now I have to think of what to do.”
You have the option of making food! You do feel your belly grumbling a bit here and there, which is a clear sign that you should eat. At the same time however, you can clearly feel that you certainly won't faint if you don't eat right away. Besides, Ilsa just got done with a yoga session. If you made food now, you wouldn't exactly feel clean while eating it.
It's then that what you should do becomes clear. Obviously, taking a quick shower is the answer. You reach one of your new hyena paws up, and feel your fur. You notice that it feels... sticky. Great. Now you feel even more icky. It was definitely going to be in your best interest to clean off your body before doing anything else. “Yeah, I have to wash her body. Feeling her fur like this is… not pleasant.”
With your mind made up, you make your way to the bathroom in Ilsa's house, which you find relatively easily, since it's just a side room leading off of her own bedroom. Upon entering, you look in the mirror above the bathroom sink, and see her. Ilsa, or rather, yourself for a week, standing there in your bright pink crop top, which was clearly many sizes too small for your body, along with your matching pair of pink sweatpants. Your silver hair draping down, and those circular glasses on your muzzle. Ilsa actually looked... kinda pretty, now that you have a moment to look at her… “Hehe, without that seductive look and with an expression like this… I really look like she did in that one photo on her phone. She does look more motherly with a warm smile like this. But I can’t keep looking at her reflection forever. I got to… undress her now…”
You know that in order to shower properly, you'd have to go nude. Doing that with Mom's body felt normal, but now? It was strange. You were basically going to be making Ilsa take off her clothes for you to see... You try to rationalize it as you are taking off your own clothes, and that helps... a little... You know full well that if you don't do this, you won't get clean, so you sigh, and begin undressing your body, a bright red blush on your brown cheeks the entire time. “I can’t put this off forever. I’ll have to do this every day from now on for this one week. I have to do this.”
You start by lifting up the bright pink crop top, and feel a little resistance. It's not enough of course, but it is noticeable. Before long you get the shirt up, and over your head, and lastly, around your arms. From there, you look down at the pants. You begin pulling them down, still having a little trouble, but thankfully, it's much less than the top was, and you easily get them down. Once you stand up after removing everything, you see yourself in the mirror again, but now, you were completely nude. Your face goes red, as you see your huge boobs, and giant butt. You were much more accurate with M-Cups on her tits, but even that might be just barely accurate. As far as her butt goes, you could swear that each of her cheeks were
the size of those big exercise balls you had seen on TV, if not bigger! “How can they be this big…”
You try to peel your eyes away and focus on the task at hand, but every now and then, feeling the jiggling of Ilsa's body is just... too good... You focus, and make it to the shower, turning the hot water on first, in order to get it going. Then, you turn the cold water on. After finding a good balance between the two, and step in, you are assaulted with sensations. The feeling of the grimy dry sweat being washed away, and the lovely sensation of the droplets splashing against your fur, giving you a feeling of your entire body... It feels... good.
You grab her loofah, and begin covering it in soap, before rubbing it all around, lathering yourself up, and letting every bit of dirt and grime get washed away, feeling much more clean. You begin to grab the special hyena shampoo, and lather her hair up. You rinse, and feel as though your hair is much more shiny than before.
Once you are done washing up, you decide to allow yourself even just a few moments to stand there, the warm water splashing down on you, and how... nice you feel. As you washed her body, you almost felt like you were connecting with Ilsa even more. The intimacy of this act... She... liked it? It made sense, but it wasn't just a fun kind of like. It was... something more. You couldn't tell, but you could feel it. Just a sensation. “It’s strange. I just feel so… warm…”
After a while, you finally shut off the water, and step out, dripping wet. You grab a towel from the shower closet, and dry yourself, your hair getting a bit frizzy as you do, but you can comb it later to get it back to how it was before.
For now, you step out into her bedroom, or rather, now your bedroom. Everything here was yours now for a week, might as well get used to referring to her stuff as yours. You lie down on her bed, taking in every moment, until you hear a grumble from your belly. Right, you were hungry. You suppose making something to eat was in order… “Should make myself some food, it is lunch time. Though I should also dress up as well. I… don’t think I can handle seeing her naked much more.”
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