Jordan rolled his eyes at the ridiculous notion that he would be playing in the water. She acted like he had no shame or was some kind of invalid. Just last week at this time he was living a completely independent life. Now, he was being re-educated into the Sara way for seemingly everything. Daily showers, 2-minute teeth brushing, he had a sleep schedule which now revolved around her sleep schedule.
“Are you done pouting and ready to be put down? The water should be cool enough not to burn you.” Sara said.
“I’m not pouting. I’m a grown man. I don’t pout.” Jordan said
“Sorry, I meant mantrum,” Sara said with a smirk to hold back her laughter over her quip. “I know it’s difficult to learn new things but, I can’t have you not brushing your teeth and I can’t have you walking around all stinky. Mom would be so pissed if I let you go around the house all stinky. You don’t want to see Mom pissed. I promise it will be easier once you get the routine down. We’re still going through the motions. In a few weeks, you will be able to do some things on your own.”
“Yeah, I get it. But I’m not a baby and refuse to be treated like one.” Jordan said as seriously as his high-pitched voice could get.
“I know you’re not a baby and I promise not to baby you. You’re my wittle pet man. You’re so adorable though when you try to be all serious. I’m sorry, really, I’m trying not to laugh but do you know those chipmunk movies? You sound just like them in an underbred body trying to be serious. It’s the cutest thing ever.” Sara said as she plucked Jordan off the metal shower pipes and set him down on the floor of the shower.
“Damn she’s tall,” Jordan said to himself as Sara stood fully upright. She looked to be miles tall as she continued to rinse the conditioner out of her hair. Jordan had to admit that the water was the perfect temperature for him. He remembered back at Dayton’s house when she tried to give him water and how cold the cold water felt. He knew the water was at best probably lukewarm to Sara but to him, the water felt dramatically hotter. It was soothing to let the water wash over him as Sara finished with her hair.
The water felt heavier than it used to as he could feel each and every droplet that splattered against him because of his new size. Each droplet was now so much bigger than as it dripped down his body it had a weight to it that he never had felt with water before.
Briefly, his attention turned upward. Hovering above him was the nude form of Sara. He knew it was silly but he couldn’t bring himself to pull his boxers off. It was a new level of humiliation that as he stood here she felt nothing. Never did her face turn red with embarrassment nor did she try to hide his her bare breasts or any of her intimate parts for that matter. She merely stood like a monolithic statue before him washing her hair like she would if he wasn’t here.
While Jordan couldn’t bring himself to pull his boxers off. He knew they were getting soaked in the hot water but it somehow felt a step too far to disrobe fully before the giant teen. How could he just bare all knowingly in front of her? He knew she had seen him naked but he was never conscious of the act. Now though he was fully aware and the sheer thought of it was embarrassingly shameful to him.
In some ways, it bothered him that Sara felt nothing when she looked down at his naked body. He would maybe feel comfortable if she felt a degree of awkwardness over the situation but to her, she had the same level of embarrassment or shame that someone would have over undressing or showering in front of a hair tie or a scrunchie.
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