Fun in the Kitchen I

I get into the shower after stripping off my dirty and grimmy street clothes. And begin to relax as all the stress that's been accumulating over the last couple days is washed away...

It takes some effort to get used to the feeling of moving and washing my smooth, hairless, bat-like wings as the sensation is rather peculiar, like rubbing the space between your fingers but spread across a space the size of your back.

I also don't have very great control over them so I end up spilling some of the water out of the side of the tub-shower combo. And I discover that it's much harder to scrub my back than before... Go figure.

Though, as I move onto scrubbing my tail I feel like lightning shoots up my body as I uncontrollably shiver and spasm...

'What... The... Fuck... That was awesome!' I scream internally as I decide to study my tail in more detail later but right now I have to clean up all this spilt water.

After drying myself and using the towel to soak up the water on the floor while I look over the clothes Willow leant me and I'm left with a strange thought...

'Do boys wear panties in this world?' I decide to wash and dry my own underwear, a set of boxer briefs and rinse my cap before drying them both with some form of magical hairdryer.

It took a little while longer than I'd hoped but I'm downstairs in less than 40 minutes where I'm wearing a pair of jeans, the cap, and a long sleeved t-shirt with a turtle neck covering my bruised throat.

All of the clothes are slightly big on me, making me feel like a kid playing dress up.

Once down the stairs I immediately find myself in the kitchen and discover a bunch of ingredients laid out on some counters while I see the lights beyond the kitchen in the dining area shut off as Willow comes back into the kitchen.

"Oh, you're finally out. I was starting to get worried. Do the clothes fit?" Willow asks double checking all of her ingredients with that same indifferent face.

"Yeah, though they're a bit bigger on me." I say holding up my long sleeves that dangle past my hands and hides them.

'My clothes look adorable on her! I can't wait to dress her up later!' Willow thinks to herself before reigning in her thoughts.

"Don't worry. We can go shopping tomorrow during lunch. Right now we need to prep our dough and let it set in the cooler. Have you ever made dough from scratch before?" Willow asks moving over to roll up my sleeves.

I feel her gently rubbing my arms for several seconds before moving along to start pulling out the flour, spices, and some other ingredients and mixing bowls for us to begin.

'So smooth... And slender...' Willow thinks to herself before beginning to work, trying not to get distracted further.

"No, but I'm a quick study!" I say proudly curling my tiny bicep upward trying to reassure her. Following her motions and actions step by step, amazed by her fluid but exact motions.

Though halfway through I start to sweat and get out of breath as we start to kneed and pound the dough.

'God, I don't know if it's my abysmal strength or constitution but I can't believe cooking is straining me this terribly.' I think to myself trying to power through.

'I can't disappoint Willow! I believe in repaying kindness with kindness and evil with evil. And I won't let her down!' I think as I fiercely attack the dough.

'Aw... Look at her try so hard!' Willow thinks to herself before moving behind Silver as she had long finished her batch of dough.