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Bathing Away Insecurities

Anne snuggled into X'lar, savoring the warmth of his embrace. The gentle rhythm of his breathing and the steady beat of his heart were oddly soothing, lulling her into a sense of security she hadn't felt in a long time. Time seemed to blur as she lost herself in the moment, enjoying the closeness of his strong, protective hold.

After a while, X'lar's voice rumbled softly above her. "Now that you are mine, little one, it's time I attend to your needs."

Anne pouted slightly, reluctant to leave the comfort of his arms. "But I like it here," she grumbled, nuzzling closer, not ready to end their snuggle time.

He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that vibrated against her. "I know, but it is necessary. Humans are delicate, and I must ensure your well-being and health."

Anne tensed slightly, her mind flashing to sterile rooms and clinical procedures. "You're not taking me to some alien doctor, are you?" she asked, her voice tinged with nervousness. She couldn't help but think of how unpleasant human doctors were; strange alien doctors seemed infinitely worse.

X'lar's hand gently caressed her back, his touch reassuring. "Doctors won't be necessary."

They arrived at a bright, pristine room. Its main feature was a large, tub-like structure set into the floor, filled with a shimmering metallic fluid that caught the light in a mesmerizing way. The surface rippled gently, like liquid silver, and Anne stared at it, equal parts curious and apprehensive.

X'lar set her down gently in front of the tub, his presence calm and reassuring. Anne watched in confusion as her suit began to dissolve, the fabric retreating in a wave until it disappeared completely. She felt his hand press lightly between her shoulder blades, as he retrieved the yellow fabric that had housed her suit.

Suddenly, she was completely naked, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hide her body. The reality of the moment hit her — she wasn't some flawless, youthful girl but a 35-year-old woman with insecurities and imperfections. Standing before his towering, perfect form only intensified the feeling, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

X'lar watched her with a calm but intent gaze, his eyes glowing softly as he took in her sudden shift in demeanor. "Why do you cover what is now mine to look at and enjoy?" he asked, his voice gentle yet firm.

Anne's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and she looked down at the ground, unable to meet his eyes. She felt small, exposed, and painfully aware of her perceived flaws. The words caught in her throat, and she couldn't bring herself to respond.

X'lar knelt beside her, his presence both grounding and intense. He lifted her chin gently, guiding her eyes back to his with a touch that was insistent but tender. "Remember our rule, little one. Honesty," he reminded her softly, his gaze unwavering as it locked onto hers.

Anne hesitated, feeling raw and vulnerable, but she knew she couldn't hide from him. Taking a shaky breath, she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm... insecure about my body," she admitted, her words tumbling out with the weight of long-held shame. "My tummy isn't flat, I have these little wrinkles, stretch marks... I'm not perfect. Maybe you should reconsider and pick someone younger, more... flawless."

X'lar's expression didn't waver as he listened, absorbing every word without a hint of judgment. When she finished, he held her gaze, his glowing eyes reflecting only calm certainty. "You are mine," he said firmly. "Everything about you is my responsibility now— your mind, your needs and your body. You are mine to form, to control, and to care for. "

He paused, his thumb gently brushing her cheek as if to soothe away her lingering doubts. "You will learn, little one, that you do not need to worry about things that are my responsibility. Your body, your flaws—none of that is your concern anymore. Very soon, you will understand that."

Anne hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushed, but X'lar's unwavering gaze filled her with a strange kind of courage. Slowly, she lowered her hands, exposing herself completely to him. X'lar's eyes warmed with approval, and a faint, satisfied smile curved his lips.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice rich with warmth.

Without looking away from her, X'lar extended his hand toward the shimmering liquid. As if responding to his silent command, the strange substance began to shift and ripple, creating a perfectly contoured space for Anne to lay down in. A part of the fluid rose up to form a headrest, seamlessly blending with the rest of the tub.

X'lar scooped Anne up effortlessly and gently placed her into the tub. The liquid welcomed her with a pleasant, prickly sensation, like the softest pins and needles dancing across her skin. It felt soothing, almost alive, caressing every inch of her body as she settled into its embrace.

"Stay inside until I return," X'lar instructed, his tone gentle but firm. Anne nodded as he turned and left the room.

Left alone, Anne allowed herself to relax fully. She sank deeper into the tub, feeling the strange liquid wrap around her like a protective cocoon. She gazed at the door X'lar had disappeared through, thinking of his calm, steady presence and how he had looked at her without the slightest hint of judgment. It was a feeling she wasn't used to.

As her thoughts wandered, Anne couldn't help but enjoy the unfamiliar sensations of the liquid. She playfully swirled her fingers through it, watching it react with gentle ripples. The prickly touch was invigorating, like tiny sparks dancing across her skin, and she found herself smiling, feeling oddly at peace.

Anne's fingers absently rubbed the spot on her hand where she had a small scar. It was a habit she often fell into when lost in thought, but this time, her fingers came up empty. She paused, tracing over the spot repeatedly, her brows furrowing in confusion. The scar that had been with her for years, a reminder of a childhood accident, was gone.

She found it strange at first, but then X'lar's words echoed in her mind: he would take care of her health. Realization struck her—this wasn't just a bath, and there was no need for a doctor because this liquid did...something. It was healing her? She stared at the smooth, flawless patch of skin where the scar had been, marveling at the impossibility of it.

Just then, X'lar reappeared, lowering himself gracefully next to the tub. He noticed her amazement and gave her an approving nod, his voice filled with praise. "Clever girl," he said, his tone laced with pride. "You've figured it out. The liquid repairs your body, mending imperfections. And now, it's time for the final step. Don't be alarmed."

Anne's heart quickened as she tried to process his words, but before she could ask what he meant, the liquid around her began to rise slowly, creeping up her neck and over her chin. Panic seized her as it engulfed her face, cutting off her sight and muffling the world around her. She instinctively held her breath, fear clutching her chest.

"Breathe normally," X'lar's calm voice cut through the panic. She hesitated, but there was something in his tone that compelled her to trust. She took a tentative breath, and to her surprise, the liquid filled her lungs like air, cool and soothing. It was a surreal sensation that passed as quickly as it began. A moment later, the liquid retreated, uncovering her face and letting her see again.

X'lar's eyes glowed warmly as he reached down, scooping her out of the tub. He placed her gently on the floor, positioning her in front of a large mirror that dominated one side of the room. Anne gasped, her eyes wide and mouth agape at the reflection staring back at her.

She looked... perfect. It was as though time had reversed itself. Her body was transformed, every scar and wrinkle vanished, replaced by smooth, flawless skin. She appeared like a version of herself she hadn't seen in years—her youthful, vibrant twenty-one-year-old self, only better. Her skin was radiant and hairless, glowing with health, and every imperfection was gone.

Anne could hardly believe what she was seeing, her fingers trembling as they brushed over her renewed skin. It was like staring at an idealized version of herself she'd only ever dreamed of. She turned to X'lar, stunned, her mind struggling to comprehend the extent of what he'd done.

"Now you understand," he said softly, his voice resonating with a quiet certainty.