Still reminiscing about his relationship with Piper, Jon was now using his rolled up towel as a pillow while he laid stretched out on the steam room bench. "What a girl..." Jon grinned at a memory of him and Piper fooling around in a women's dressing room at the mall. The memory was just one in a string of racy memories that had been percolating through Jon's brain. Jon bit his lip as he fought the urge to reach down and stroke his cock that was begging to be released from its grey swimsuit prison. "God I can't wait to get my hands on her..."
The sound of the steam room door opening rudely interrupted Jon's trip down memory lane. "Shit someone's coming in..." Jon's eyes shot open and he tilted his head towards the door. Through the thick steam Jon could make out the outline of a person entering the steam room. The person seemed to hesitate for a moment before pulling the door shut. Still unable to get a clear look through the thick steam, Jon studied the person's hazy outline. "Is she looking around?... Wait she is! O my god I bet she doesn't know I'm in here... O shit!" Jon began to panic as the person began walking in Jon's direction. Not wanting to surprise the woman or cause a scene Jon didn't move a muscle as the woman unwittingly approached him.
Jon kept his eyes fixed on the woman as her hazy outline came into focus. Approaching Jon was a slender young woman who had a towel wrapped around her body. She paid no attention to Jon as she walked up to a spot on the bench just a couple feet down from Jon's feet. "How does she not see me?" Jon couldn't believe that she hadn't noticed him stretched out on the bench. The woman turned back and looked towards the steam room door. This gave Jon a nice view of the tattoos that covered her left arm. "Wow that's an intricate sleeve..." Jon studied the Alice in Wonderland-esque scene that ran from her shoulder down to her wrist. Turning her attention back to the bench, the woman pulled off her towel and began to fold it up into a square. "Shit..." Jon hadn't expected the woman to take off her towel, but now his eyes were locked on the slender 22 year old woman standing in front of him. "Sleeve! Tattoos! Those are what I want!" Jon's panicked internal monologue cried out.
Still not noticing Jon the woman laid the neatly folded towel on the bench and sat down on it for a brief moment. Jon's eyes stayed fixed on her slender frame as she got back up and turned slightly to smooth out the towel. The way she had turned gave Jon a perfect view of her vagina. "O fuck..." Jon tried to avert his eyes, but the couldn't seem to pull them away from her womanhood. "No you want the tattoos! I want the tattoos! A sleeve would look great... I don't want a vagina!!! Please... Please let me keep my manhood!!!" A feeling of dread washed over Jon as his eyes remained locked on her vagina.
The woman ran her hand across the towel and went to sit back down, but as she turned her head she finally noticed Jon stretched out on the bench. The woman locked eyes with Jon and the two shared an awkward moment of silence before the woman busted out in laughter. She quickly covered her mouth as she tried to hold back her laughter, but she just couldn't help herself. A stunned and confused Jon watched as the woman stood there having a giggle fit. "Okay... Sorry.."_ The woman let out a couple more giggles. "I didn't know you were there..." The woman paused and began giggling again.
Jon scooted back from the woman and sat up on the bench. "Are you okay?" He pulled his towel over his crotch to hide his erection.
The woman fanned her face with her hands as she began to regain composure. "Yeah I'm fine... I just wasn't expecting you there..." The woman looked around the steam room. "Are you the only on in here?" Jon nodded yes. "Okay cool..." She let out a sigh and sat down on her towel. "Are you cool with me..." The woman waved her hand over her nude body. "Being nude?"
"Yeah that's fine." Jon said trying to play it as cool as possible.
"Thanks." She smiled at Jon and leaned her head against the wall. "Can you keep a secret?"
"Sure." Jon said hesitantly as he starred at her naked profile.
"I'm actually pretty baked right now..." The woman looked over at Jon. "I like to take two of those THC strips and come in here and just chill... sitting in here riding that high... OOoooo it's sooooo relaxing." The woman leaned back against the wall. "You wanna try one? I've got a couple in my locker."
"Nah I've got to go work after this." Jon lied trying to disengage from the conversation.
"No worries. If you change your mind let me know." She closed her eyes and crossed her legs.
"Thanks." Jon said sliding his towel off his lap. Looking down Jon was greeted by the sight of his erection cock still straining against his grey swimsuit. "O thank god..." It felt like a weight had been lifted from Jon's soul. "So what did I get from her?" Jon began to mentally assess the woman's body as his eyes stayed fixed on his now softening cock. "Huh... I guess I'm gonna get her tattoos..." Jon glanced at his tattoo-less arm and then back down at his cock. "Huh it hasn't happened yet. At least I've still got my..." A spike of adrenaline shot through Jon's body at the realization that his cock wasn't softening... It was shrinking! Jon sat there starring wide-eyed at the outline of his cock as it was pulled back into his crotch. Within seconds his manhood had completely disappeared leaving just the faint bugle of his new labia. "No..." Tears began to form in Jo's eyes as she starred down at her empty crotch. Jo closed her eyes and took a moment to compose herself. Taking a deep breath she opened her eyes and guided her trembling hand down to investigate her new womanhood. An electric sensation shot through her body when her fingers finally made contact with her new labia...
