She briefly closed her eyes, feeling the hot water run down her skin. She was the only one in the room, she had intentionally planned it. For at least six months now, Felicia had been going under the name Feliciano, fighting alongside men, and risking her life in battle. She thought she could pass, with the ends of her reddish- brownish hair lying at the ends of her earlobes, as opposed to her usual long, curly hair, her short height, the lack of developed muscles, and a bound down chest, she could pass as a sixteen year old boy. Felicia had tried to take careful measures to make sure her true identity would not be found out. For example, making sure none of the men saw her naked. Ever. She also made sure not to dress or undress herslef. Wouldn't they question the bounds? For this reason all possible activities that would expose her as female were done when she was alone.