The running shower slowed to a drizzle and then a stop. Tiny streams flowed down the mountain-like contours of her body, leaving a thin glistening wetness about her skin that gave Alice's muscular tones a little more catchiness. She pulled a small towel off its hook and all but took a stomp out the stall, then rode a cocky swagger to the washbasins.<br/><br/>I am actually kinda hot, she thought to herself as she faced her own image in the mirror. Her self was not the only thing she saw reflected and thought attractive though. Alice was not the only person using the gym at that hour, not the only woman who were done with their workouts. Some were slicked in sweat and in the midst of stripping, others already toweled dry and putting clothes back on. Alice recognised regular faces, and well, regular butts. A few of the women in the room were not usually the working out type. All of them, Alice found attractive in their individual ways.<br/><br/>Her face grows warm. Alice immediately goes to toweling her hair, hoping no one noticed and that there would be nothing to notice soon. Good thing I'm born with a vagina, she thought, gyms showers would be so embarrassing if I were a pre-op trans girl.<br/><br/>Once dry enough, she scooped up a handful of gel and raised her hair into the liberty spikes that was part of her character in those parts, likeable or not. As always, she left the fringe alone. She would make them part of the mohawk too, but she did not think she was pretty enough without something to frame her face. Of course, a villain did not need to be pretty but Bull Nakano was pretty to her.<br/><br/>Dressed in her punk-ish style and with her gym bag slung, Alice leaves the gym and heads for the cafeteria. Those muscles did not work themselves, and they certainly did not feed themselves.<br/><br/>For some reason, there was quite a din in the area and people were panicking past her. Tall as she was, Alice was not of truly exceptional height. She could not simply look ahead to see what all those people were running from until the corridor cleared. Then she saw why.<br/><br/>Broken walls and windows, shattered furniture, a few mangled persons. In the midst of it all, some big naked guy with a bovine head and the raging boner of one in heat too, probably. It did not look at all like a costume too, did not move like an animatronic. It would seem that monsters were real.