Tiffany decided to be sensible about everything. Intentionally touching it further might encourage growth, as the blood movement might cause whatever chemical present to concentrate & mutate her clitoris further.
She dried herself off and got dressed - her panties were an awkward event, as her penis/clitoris was prominent from her vagina and it rubbed pleasingly against the silk. The rest of her clothes weren't a problem, specifically as she picked a loose-fitting pair of slacks.
She returned to her room and did some research on the internet, making a point of texting her boyfriend to warn him away from coming over, using a migraine as an excuse. "If only he knew..." thought Tiff.