It was 30 minutes later and Tommy’s strange new urges hadn’t diminished.
“What could it hurt to just look?” she thought to herself,”Its not like there’s fuck all to do in here and I don’t have to DO anything…. or anyONE.”
With a sigh, Tommy stood up, her eyes scanning the room for her old clothes she remembered discarding the night before. A pile of shredded denim and cotton in one corner of the room was what she found; she’d shredded them in a fit of rage or angst.
She COULD go naked and nobody would say a thing…. NO! She couldn’t! ….Could she?
She could and she knew it. Nudity was the norm around here. Walking around naked seemed to her like accepting defeat, accepting this horrible outcome, but really she’d be seen as just another monstergirl (which was admittedly a huge part of the problem for her).
Shaking her head in dismay, Tommy walked to the door, opened it, and peered outside into the hall.
Nobody around.
Feeling a naughty thrill emanate through her from her new pussy, Tommy carefully slinked outside and closed the door behind her, feeling like a thief or someone on a dare as she sneaked down the hall towards the elevator.
“Made it!” she thought giddily as she found the elevator open and waiting, not realizing how ridiculous it was to be sneaking naked to a place where everyone was going to be naked anyway.
“Sub-Basement 4, right?” she thought and punched the button. The doors slid closed and the elevator rumbled and Tommy the Succubus descended into the depths of the resort.