Cleaning up

     Off the main foyer was a hallway; they followed it for a few feet. Turning into a room, the person indicated, “This is the wash chamber.  Clean up.”

     The cold attitude of the person was biting.  Gwen ignored it.  Looking around she saw red curtained cubicles.  She assumed she had to pick one, so she picked the furthest from the main door.  Ducking under the curtain, she noticed a bench in front of a showerhead. She turned the faucet she saw water stream out. 'Primitive, no dust showers?' Gwen thought.  

     She undressed, washed the blood from her person, and then redressed.  Feeling better, the rest of the blood from her earlier kill on her clothing did not matter.  ‘Whatever I’m about to face,’Gwen thought, ‘At least I am clean.”

 

     

Transformation

Looking at a wall of mirrors toward the back of the room, Gwen saw herself.    

She was still in her eleven feet tall animal self.  She stood upright because the door and the entryway hall had been tall enough for her to do so.

     Her pale green eyes and blonde fur were covered in men's blood. She needed to bathe.  Taking her left clawed hand, she touched her right forearm, and watched herself turn human once again.  The angled features of the wolf softened into a rounded pretty female face, her shoulders shrank, her breast folded out of her muscles.  Her legs shrank, as did her feet. 

     Becoming herself, she turned to the person who came up to her as she entered the area.  “I am taking you to get cleaned up.”  The person explained, so Gwen followed.