A loud bell starts ringing from somewhere, causing you to stop in your tracks. Is it an alarm of some sort, or just the microwave? Well, either way it wouldn't due to be walking around naked like this. Still, it causes you to pick up the pace a bit. Eventually, you find the bathing area, If not for the towel rack and the lack of furniture, you'd think it was actually a bar, with an impressive number of nozzles hanging from hoses, which you would imagine dispense hot water, soap, shampoo and... half a dozen other cleansing liquids. You're half-tempted to experiment with them, but there still may be some alarm, and that lizard woman clearly feels you've spent more than enough time bathing.
Grabbing a towel, you make a brief attempt at that thing women always do where they just sort of sweep all their hair up into some towel-wrapped tower perched on their head, but if it really is something they instinctively know to do, it would seem it's a uniquely human trait. As is, you have a hard enough time wrapping it about yourself. As a man, you've only ever had one thing to cover, and the procedure is self explanatory. As it stands... wrapping the towel about your chest width-wise means the bottom barely reaches your crotch, but skinny as you are otherwise, your breasts are simply too large to get the towel around you holding it length-wise. Eventually you settle for an awkward sort of compromise, holding it an an angle where it doesn't wrap around well enough to tie a knot of any sort, but so long as you hold it in place with both hands, everything's covered. It's only temporary after all, and if you're sitting down, a table should block most of the view.
Hurrying back, you manage to find the dining room, mostly just from the sound of loud conversation.
"Alright captain Grendy!" a gruff voice says, finally giving you something better to call the lizard woman than just 'the lizard woman' as you keep doing. "The registry shows yer haulin' 'hot aliens fer breedin'' now where be they!?"
"You're looking at them. My planet has a shortage of males. That's what I'm out here harvesting- and before you get any funny ideas, check your galactic species catalog. Our queen's the one who lays all our eggs, so you don't want me either."
"Well tha's just... who goes 'round grabbin' MALES fer breedin' stock? I mean... if tha's yer trouble, just sent word out! Me crew'd be more'n happy ta swing by fer a little shore leave, if you have me understandin'."
"And if we ever have a desperate need for more bad teeth and straggly beards in the gene pool, we'll keep that in mind. As is, why not just harvest a few slaves from the planet down there? Bunch of primitive hotties nobody's going to miss."
"Aye, aye... we may just have to do that!"
"Good, now get back to your own ship and let us eat already! It's been a long day!"
You're rather relieved to hear that resolved itself so neatly when the sheepish space pirate (complete with eyepatch and pegleg!) backs out of the dining room and sees you standing there. "Now tha's more like it!" he shouts, rushing towards you. Panicking, you let out an embarrassingly girlish shriek, dropping your towel as you run down the hall as fast as your unbalanced figure will allow. Unfortunately, that's significantly less fast than the pursuing pirate, who quickly has you slung over his shoulder and teleports with you back to his own ship.
Flailing about doesn't accomplish anything but another pirate commenting that he "loves a properly feisty lass!" and you are rather unceremoniously tossed, still stark naked, into a prison cell of some kind. It strikes you as somewhat ironic that if you had taken the time for a proper shower, the pirate would never have seen you. It also strikes you that since you had two towels handy you could have just tied one around your waist like usual and slung the other around the back of your neck, hanging down over your chest. It seems like that's the much more frivolous of the two notions but honestly, the odds of finding yourself in a similar situation again before the next time you have to dress yourself using only two towels are pretty slim.
Dealing with your current situation though should really be your priority though. While there is a slight chance Grendy will mount some sort of rescue mission, she wasn't willing to deviate from her schedule even to use her teleporter trickery to make you a male human again. She may even use this as an excuse for why she's a species short, omitting in her report that the male human who was kidnapped by pirates was not, at the time, either male nor human. On the other hand, she does seem the type not to like being stolen from, so perhaps after her current mission is completed, she'll find the time to go looking for you. Possibly.