She liked the smell of jasmine, Though that was not her name. She stared at her reflection. Blotchy skin, eyes too pale to hold color. Her hair was too coarse and not pleasant to touch. She turned on the metronome and began her breathing exercises. First with the breath, then with warm-up stretches, then saluting the sun.
Sweat glistened on her awkward body, as she turned on the shower water - cold. Letting it run, she squirted a gob of shampoo on her hands and worked it into her hair. Rinsing the shampoo off her hands, she dried them on the nearby towel. The water still running she went over to the toilet, straddle-stood over it, angling her cock toward the bowl, and tried to relax, as she focused on encouraging thoughts trying to get her shy bladder to release its flow. It began with a trickle, and then the stream joined the chorus of running water sounds in the bathroom - static to the metronome clicking - like some weird avant-garde composition.
Shaking the last drops off, she stepped into the shower. Turning her back to the cold spray she scrubbed the jasmine-infused shampoo into her coarse, thick hair. Her mouth was ajar in pleasure as her hands scratched her scalp. She had buck teeth, so her mouth often fell agape and just rested there in a sort of gawky default expression.
Once all the shampoo was worked in and rinsed out. She turned to face the spray and let it run over her perky small tits and down her pudgy tummy. Grabbing a bar of soap she rubbed it on her body raw, letting the lather kiss and slide against her skin. Making sure she got all her spots and rinsed all the soap off. She turned off the water, and stood there letting herself drip dry a moment, listening to the metronome like it was pulling her into a kind of trance.
Her cock got chubby, and she choked the head of it and jerked it hard, then squeezed her balls and fingered her ass, while the other hand choke-stroked it, til she grunted her orgasm and swayed on her feet - a clear bead of cum wept its tear to the shower floor. The hormones stole her ability to shoot anything more than that. But the orgasms were mind-blowingly better.
She got out of the shower and walked naked to her bedroom, realized she forgot the towel, and went back to the bathroom to grab the towel, to dab dry her hair, and then do the same for her body, she went to the full-size mirror again and stared at her reflection, turning her head this way and that. Blinking slowly - giving herself a glance of approval. But smiled when she had half turned to check out her ass.