An Accidental Woman 3
I was a woman. No doubt about it. I stepped out of the shower with one foot onto the bathmat, grabbing my towel in one movement. I dried my hair a bit at first, getting most of the water dripping, then down my chest, lifting my breasts and drying underneath, eventually leaning over and moving the towel from my crotch down my thigh and back around my calf to my foot. Shaving my legs had been a chore at first, but now it was just something that had to be done. What I had not gotten use to were the suttle movements of my body. When I leaned down to dry my leg, my breasts moved before I did, falling forward towards my face, and eventually preventing me from reaching all the way down. When …