Marsha takes a very long shower to be sure that Jenny and Helen are through… Having alone time. She comes out with a towel wrapped around her body and finds them both lying naked on the bed watching TV. They’re in a gentle cuddle as the watch some bad Spanish Soap Opera.
“You missed out Marsha,” Jenny smiles. “I’m sure,” Marsha starts, “why don’t the two of you shower next to get the stink of sin off your bodies. Jenny and Helen both agree it’s a good idea and walk toward the bathroom. Marsha looks around for her clothes, but can’t find them. “Hey, where are my clothes?” Jenny leans her head out of the bathroom,” Oh, some guy came by and offered to clean them, they left us stuff in the drawers of the dresser.
Marsha looks through the drawers at some of the most shameless pieces of clothes she’s ever seen. “I’d have to put all of these on just to cover myself,” she sighs. In another drawer, there is more conservative, but looser clothing. Also a couple of big hats and a few skirts. Marsha picks out a pair of panties and a skirt along with a tight but fully covering shirt. She lays back in the bed watching the Spanish tale unfold and slowly falls asleep.
She wakes up early in the morning, a little disoriented as to where she is. She looks around in the dark room and can hear the light breathing of Helen and Jenny in the other bed. With an urge to pee, Marsha gets up and walks to the bathroom. She flips on the light and walks over to the toilet. She slides her panties down and sits on the seat but is suddenly startled by a feeling of ice cold water. She quickly gets up and water splashes and drips all around her. Marsha looks back and forth to wear the water could be coming from. Turning sideways, she catches her reflection in the mirror. Her short skirt is raised up in the back and a long think brown length is moving behind her. She lifts up the back of her skirt and takes deep panic breaths.
A long furry brown tail is hanging behind her. It is capped with a thick tassel at the end and still dripping wet. She lifts the skirt up further, exposing her put and the thick end of the tail just above it. It goes right into her back and a small patch of brown furl covers the base. “What…. No… no… this isn’t real,” Marsha gasps looking at herself in the mirror. The skirt falls, but moves as the tail moves free of her thought. She clothes her eyes, “this is a dream, this is a dream.”
When she opens them, she’s still and so is the tail. She grabs it and yanks it hard and yelps. Her hands a trembling and she falls to the ground. “What’s going on,” She reaches for the door but then hesitates. “No, I don’t want them to see this,” Marsha stands and looks at herself. She remembers she still has to pee and carefully sits down to do it. She pulls her panties back up but they only go as high as the tail. She grabs it and feeds it into her panties and tightens the muscles of it, a strange feeling. She wraps it around her legs and manages to get it to stay there. She smiles triumphantly, but then a knock comes at the door.
Marsha jumps and her tail tights and rips her panties off of her. They fall to the floor. “Who, who is it?” Marsha asks. “Who do you think,” Jenny groans, “are you done in there?” Marsha just wraps her tail around her again and collects her panties. “Yes, hang on,” she says flipping off the light.
In the dark, Marsha and Jenny brush paths and Marsha is quick to dive under the covers of her bed. She lays there for a while and listens to the silence coming from the bathroom, the light coming out from under the door. Jenny is in there a while, but then the light goes out. She can hear Jenny’s footsteps in the room, but they stop at the dresser. A drawer opens and Jenny rummages through them. The drawer closes and Jenny climbs back into bed with Helen.
Marsha couldn’t fall asleep at first, but then slowly drifted off.