I walk into the dorm's bathroom, with Rin in tow.  I continue on into the large, roomy shower stall, designed for those whose disabilities make using the normal stalls difficult.  It looks similar to the other showers, but with a small stool situated in the middle.
 
I turn around and look at Rin.  She's followed me in, but her stare is expressionless, her eyes looking past me and at nothing in particular.
 
Wanting to say something to help ease the tension I feel towards her, but still reluctant, I decide to shrug it off and get down to business.
 
I turn on the shower and point it towards the corner, allowing the water spraying from it to warm up.  Deciding it's better if I undress first before stripping Rin, I begin to remove my garments, starting with my blouse.  As I let it lower past my shoulders, I glance over at her, wondering briefly if she'd be the type to gawk.  She's still looking at that spot on the wall.  She's not even remotely paying attention to me.  What's with her?  I'm not sure if I feel relieved or insulted.
 
I take a step toward her.  She finally turns to me, looking me over for a second.  "That's a pretty flat chest you got there," she pipes.
 
I immediately cover my chest with my arms, my face lit up in a blush.  "A-as if it matters to you!  My chest is fine as it is!"
 
Rin shrugs in response.  "No complaints."
 
After a moment or two of silence, I lower my arms and take a step towards Rin.  She doesn't budge, even when I take hold of her tie with my hands.  It seems like she's used to this, unsurprisingly.  Perhaps I should be handling the situation in a similar manner, but I can't help feeling a little uncomfortable still, with this being the first time I've ever undressed another girl.  I fumble with the knot on the tie, never having untied a tie before.  Eventually, I manage to get it undone, and slip it out of the collar, tossing it into the corner, on top of my own freshly-stripped clothing.
 
Feeling more comfortable, I begin to unbutton Rin's shirt, from the top to the bottom.  I take hold of the collar and push it over her shoulders.  As I pull my hands back, she shrugs in response, the shirt falling to the floor.  I walk around to her back, and spot the clasp of her bra.  I take hold of it and undo it, the bra falling off with another shrug from her.  I then return to her front, bend down, and grip the top of her pants.
 
I remember yanking down the pants of a friend of mine in Elementary school, as a funny joke.  This current situation feels a lot more awkward.
 
Shaking the memories out of my head, I unfasten the button on Rin's pants and unzip them, letting them drop in a similar fashion as the rest of her garments.  She remains unmoved.  I slowly move my hands to the trim of Rin's panties on either side, pulling down and slipping them off of her form, not before noticing that they're a little wet.  I ignore it the best I can, watching as Rin deftly steps backwards out of the clothing bundled around her ankles.  I pick up the pile and toss it onto the existing one in the corner.
 
Turning back to face her, I notice she's not looking towards me.  I immediately notice the rest of her next.  I can't help but look her over.  Her body looks like the body of someone who slouches, but it's far from off-putting compared to the fair tone and shape of her features.  I glance up a bit and look at her breasts, much larger than mine and with a very pleasant-looking roundness.  I look up slightly higher and see her face, looking back at me now, her eyebrows raised.
 
"What is it?"  Rin says as she begins to look herself over.  "There's not a bug on me, is there?  Wait, no, then I'd feel it.  Unless I didn't."
 
"N-no, nothing like that," I stammer while shaking my head, eager to sidestep excusing myself from staring.  I take a breath and regain my composure.
 
"Okay", Rin says, making a quick nod.  She then walks over near the stool, sitting down in front of it.  Her head turns, glancing at me, waiting for my response.
 
I respond by walking to the stool behind her, sitting down and reaching for the... the... "Umm... Rin, do you have... a sponge, or something?"
 
Rin looks to the left, then to the right, then back in front of her.  "Oh... guess I forgot it.  Hang on," she says as she gets up and walks toward the shower's exit.
 
"Okay Rin, I'll wait here, but do you need help putting back on your-" I call out to her just as I realize she's just walking straight out of the shower, "-hey, wait!  Don't you need clothes!?"  Too late.  She's already out.  Assuming I wouldn't have the time to get up and chase after her, I decide to wait.
 
She comes back soon after, a sponge in her mouth.  "Goff if," Rin mutters through her mouth, walking over to me and dropping it to my side as she once again sits down in front of me.
 
"Umm..." I haven't picked up the sponge yet.  I'm still stunned.  "Rin... what were you thinking?  Why did you just run out like that?  What if someone saw you?"
 
Rin shrugs again, something I'm learning is a characteristic response for her.  "Someone did.  Didn't matter."
 
"What?  Who?"  I ask, idly picking up the sponge.
 
"I dunno.  Some girl."
 
I sigh.  "Well, at least it was a girl.  Still, you really shouldn't do that."
 
"It was easy," she follows her response with a simple wave of her hair, as if that's supposed to relieve my concerns.  Well, no way to help it, now.  Best to just move on.  I fill the bin next to me with warm, soapy water, and dip the sponge, proceeding to gently rub it over Rin's back.  Rin doesn't make a response, being as used to the process as ever.
 
"So, Rin," I start, looking to move things along with some conversation, "what do you like to do with your time?"
 
"Like?  Not much," she says as she turns her head towards me for a moment, "looking at things, listening to things... thinking about what I've looked at and listened to... also, painting."
 
I brighten up at the last word.  "Oh!  Painting?  That's great, Rin.  I like art.  But, uhh..." I take notice of her obvious disability yet again, "how do you paint? With your feet, I'd guess?"  I hadn't thought of it until now, but I guess Rin could be pretty dexterous with her feet, if she's had to use them her whole life.  As I finish applying lather over her back, I wonder for a moment what that might be like.
 
"Yup, with my feet.  Pretty much always," she muses on, "I tried using my mouth one time.  Didn't turn out very well.  Jaw ached for a few days."
 
"Okay, uh, raise your arm," I tell her as I motion the sponge over to her left side.  She does so without further response.  This is pretty easy.  I was worried Rin might be the type to goof off about it, but she seems to accept the procedure without a hitch.
 
Eventually I move onto her other side, and then I consider how to proceed.  "Hmm... okay, turn around, Rin."  She deftly spins around to face me.  Now our eyes meet again.  Hers are a soft turquoise.  I hadn't realized until now how a beautiful shade of blue can barely be seen around the edges.  She seems to be looking back at me, but it's hard to tell.
 
Rin is the one to break the silence.  "Are you gonna continue already?"  Her eyes are unmoving.  Maybe she's not really looking at me at all.
 
I break my stare, "Yeah, of course," I tell Rin as my eyes move down, and become fixed on a pair of something quite different from her eyes.  Her breasts.  Bobbing up and down very slowly as she breathes.  Wanting to avoid yet another awkward stare, I proceed to rub the sponge down her collarbone.  After a moment, I move on to her left breast.  I'm not used to washing these things, at least, not at this size, and from this perspective.  Should I lift them?  As I'm wondering about the process to myself, my pinky finger absentmindedly flicks against her nipple.  Rin's teeth momentarily clench, and her eyes look at me.  Yeah, she's definitely looking at me this time.
 
"Oh!  Sorry!"  I say to her as a makeshift apology.  After a brief pause, she just shrugs and her eyes wander again.  I proceed to finish up with her chest, deciding against my previous idea involving lifting.
 
Now, I'm at another impasse.  This is just another step of the process, I'd already planned this out in my head... but still, it almost feels like I'm pushing her towards something.  Of course, of all the areas of a girl, it's the most important part to keep clean.  I can't exactly skip over it, though I momentarily wonder if Rin would let me.
 
"Alright Rin, now I need to... your under-side is next?"  Poor choice of words, though luckily I don't think Rin really cares about that.
 
"Sure," Rin says in what I now know as her usual monotone.  What happens next, however, catches me off-guard.  Rin completely flips over, resting her chest and chin on the shower floor, her rear-end raised and exposed, right in front of me.
 
"R-Rin!" I yelp at her, turning my eyes away from multiple visible details.  "You... couldn't you have just spread your legs or something?"
 
"This is the best position," she answers without delay.
 
As I think about it, it does make sense.  "Well, okay," I say to her as I begin by washing her cheeks.  There's nothing suggestive about this, right?  I'm just cleaning her.  I decide to finish it as quickly as possible, not sure if I'm doing so to avoid an uncomfortable response from Rin, or something similar from me.  I reach between her thighs and make one long, smooth stroke down her crotch with the sponge, pulling my hand away afterwards and setting the sponge down beside me.  Hopefully, that should be good enough for now.
 
"All done here, Rin.  Now, for your hair."  As she flips over and rights herself to her original position of sitting down and facing away from me, I breathe a relieved sigh, knowing the most awkward parts of this session are over.  Rin's hair is very wild and unkept.  It's tangled throughout.  I had considered brushing her hair but I decide against it this time.  I simply go forward with the normal process of shampooing.
 
After finishing with Rin's hair, I start up the shower and let her rinse off, while I attend to washing my own body.  Rin remains unmoved from her original spot, still facing away from me, bobbing her head every now and then, water droplets falling to her sides as she does.
 
A little while longer and our shower is done.  I shut the shower off, and then proceed to dry myself with a towel, before putting on my prosthetics and helping Rin to dry herself off.  I pick up the clean set of clothing she brought from her room and look through it.  It doesn't take me long to notice something's missing.  "Uh, Rin, didn't you bring a clean pair of panties?"
 
Rin looks over at me, and makes a slight frown.  "Oh.  This is bad."  She glances to her left, then her right, as if panties might suddenly show up.  "I think... I think I forgot to pack them."
 
I make a soft groan in response.  I consider just letting Rin go without panties for one day, but that's hardly ideal.  Fortunately, an idea pops into my mind.  I move towards my own clothes and pick them up, dressing myself.  "Just stay here for a moment Rin, I'll be right back."
 
I rush to my room and open the bottom drawer on my nightstand.  I find what I'm looking for, right near the top.  A pair of almost-turquoise, striped panties, with a wide elastic band around the top, ideal for athleticism.  My favorite pair.  They match Rin's eyes, too.  I take another moment to consider, then nod to myself and pick them up, returning to the shower.  
 
Rin is still standing still, looking at me as I enter, her eyebrows raised as she sees what I'm holding.  "You found panties?  That's good.  But... those aren't mine.  Did you buy them?  How did you get to the store so fast?  Also, where's a panty store around here?  Do those even exist?  I've never bought pa-"
 
"No, no!" I I fear she might ramble on forever if I don't stop her now, "these ones... are mine."
 
Rin's eyes shift from the panties to my face.  "Wearing your panties?  I'm not sure if I can do that."
 
Rin's refusing something?  Somehow I've finally managed to get a negative response out of her.  It almost makes me feel like I've been subconsciously testing her limits all along, in an attempt to get to know her in some way.  She definitely doesn't make it easy, whatever the approach.
 
"It's not a big deal," I tell her, making a pouty face in a practiced method of teasing, "they're clean."
 
"No, not that," Rin responds, and closes her eyes before she continues, "panties are... like a girl's soul.  I'm not sure if wearing your soul would be a good idea."
 
I laugh aloud at her explanation.  I surmise that this is likely her way of saying 'this is awkward.'  It's about time both of us feel that way.
 
I break off my fit of laughter and give her a smile.  "Really, Rin, it's okay.  I don't mind if you wear a little bit of my soul.  I think I got enough to spare."
 
"If you put it that way..." Rin starts as she nods at me, and gives me a smile in return.  "Let's see what happens.  But I'm holding you responsible for any catastrophic results."
 
As I pull the panties up her legs, I look up at her and give her a quick grin, "Whatever happens, I'll take care of it."
 
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