On the morning of May 4th, following the clumsy period of adjustment that is walking on four legs instead of two, James tries to slowly process things while taking a shower.
Operating the knobs with hooves was doable, just had to use the frogs as gripping pads to turn them. Setting the water temperature was fine. It wasn’t normal, but it was close enough.
The shock was starting to wear off and James found their mind wandering into the pragmatic logistics of pony hygiene. Especially the wings. Matters such as how difficult it will be to wash their back being pretty high on the list. And of course they can’t just ask for help with it either, dignity aside. A pony asking a human to scrub their back? Yeah, as if that would go well.
James got so lost in thought that they failed to notice that they had started gumming, nibbling, and licking at an extended wing almost like a cat. It was extremely reminiscent of preening. They froze, looking at the extended wing and wondering what on earth they were even doing.
