“Why don’t we just leave our towels here?” Barbara wondered. “I mean, don’t they pay lifeguards to pick up towels and stuff?”
“I don’t know.” Your mom said. “That seems a little rude to me.”
“Oh Trish, it’ll be fine.” Barbara insisted. She dropped her towel onto the ground, and Tina followed suit. Shrugging her shoulders, your mom dropped you onto the ground as well. You landed face up in the ground, and watch the three sexy ladies walk away, leaving you to fend for yourself.
You were happy that they could no longer hurt you, but you were also terrified about being so helpless in the middle of such a crowded area. You focused all of your efforts on reforming as fast as you could, as you didn’t want to be helpless for long. However, you knew it would take a while after the three hour long crushing your mom had just put you through.
A few minutes later, you heard footsteps approaching where you were lying with the other towels. The footsteps didn’t particularly bother you, as you figured no one would just pick up a discarded towel lying on the ground. However, your blood ran cold as you saw the towering shape of a lifeguard enter your view, and stop right in front of you.
“These damn customers.” The lifeguard complained. “Always leaving their shit out all around. I don’t get paid enough for this.” The lifeguard bent down, and began collecting the towels. Your heart raced, and you tried to alert the lifeguard that you weren’t a towel, but your body still hadn’t reformed enough to wiggle or squirm yet.
The lifeguard picked you up, and she flung you over her shoulder with the other two towels. After that, she began walking off to god-knows-where, taking you along for the ride. As she walked, she went right past your mom, Tina, and Barbara. The three ladies were splashing each other in the wave pool, oblivious to the fate that they had subjected you to.
Your captor carried you straight to the laundry room, handing you off to the cleaning girl. The cleaning girl threw you into the washing machine without a second thought, along with many other towels. You splashed into the icy water, which chilled you to your core. Lastly, the girl poured in some strange detergent, and closed the lid.
The washing machine began to spin, sending you and the other towels spiraling over and over in circles. The strange detergent washed over your body, filling your nose with an odd smell. Through the combination of the spinning, the splashing water, and the disgusting detergent, you quickly blacked out, slipping into unconsciousness.
When you awoke, you were hanging, suspended in the air. Your head was pinned to a clothes line outside the cleaning room, and your towel shaped body fluttered in the breeze. You felt hot and dry, as clearly the sun and the wind had done its work. Still, there was some other odd sensation you felt that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Just then, the cleaning girl walked out of the room, and towards you.
She pulled the other towels down from the line, and dropped them into a basket. However, she paused when she got to you. She plucked you off of the line, and ran her hands over your body.
“Why is this towel red?” She asked aloud, and your blood went cold. You suddenly realized that the strange detergent the girl had used must have done something to your body, and it had. It had dyed your skin completely red, removing an indication that you were human. You looked a felt like a normal red towel. Even your facial features were buried under the red coloring.
“All of our towels are red. Can I even use a red towel?” The girl mused, not having any idea what to do with you. You mentally gulped, as your fate was in her hands. What does she eventually decide?
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