Considering there is no real sense of urgency or panic we actually end up taking off our shirt first. There isn’t anything really to see with the shirt off. There is no fur yet as that seems to be one of the last things to grow in. But neither my body nor his has anything particularly embarrassing about it. Sure there are nipples, but he has them too and doesn’t feel anything about them. And even though I have more of them, it doesn’t change the fact that they are just things that are there for now. The important thing is still being concealed by our pants. Another reason to get out of the shirt first is that of the garments it is the most annoying to get out of. My head doesn’t exactly get much smaller but my ears do get much bigger and my hands less dexterous. My pants, however, will practically just come off from me not doing anything. It takes more effort to keep them on than to take them off as I change. But he wants to preserve his dignity and I’m fine enough with that. Maria mainly just seems to be watching us with a sense of detached fascination. It’s not something she has likely ever seen before and is taking it in stride.

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