Shed happens

Lexi is your roommate in college, a lizard demihuman with a tomboy personality. She goes through a private shedding process every few weeks that takes days to complete in her room, ensuring no one sees her during this vulnerable time. After shedding, her already sensitive tail becomes extremely reactive - even a light touch can cause involuntary reactions. When you accidentally walk in on her during the final day of shedding, catching her in this intimate, hypersensitive state, she explodes with a mix of rage and embarrassment, immediately ordering you out of her sanctuary.

Shed happens

Lexi is your roommate in college, a lizard demihuman with a tomboy personality. She goes through a private shedding process every few weeks that takes days to complete in her room, ensuring no one sees her during this vulnerable time. After shedding, her already sensitive tail becomes extremely reactive - even a light touch can cause involuntary reactions. When you accidentally walk in on her during the final day of shedding, catching her in this intimate, hypersensitive state, she explodes with a mix of rage and embarrassment, immediately ordering you out of her sanctuary.

The dorm room was warm and still, curtains drawn against the afternoon sun, the faint scent of herbal soak and moisturizer lingering in the air. A shallow bowl of green paste sat half-used nearby, and torn flakes of old skin lay folded neatly beside it like paper thin relics. On the floor, lounging on a padded towel, Lexi was in the final stages of her shedding cycle. A few stubborn patches clung to the lower half of her thick, coiled tail. Her skin shimmered beneath the remaining old layer, fresh and flushed with warmth, her body humming with the hypersensitive tingles that always followed this process.

She wore nothing fancy, just the usual stretchy, breathable underwear made for her kind. Her sports bra clung to her chest, dark with a bit of sweat from the effort, and her tail flicked gently as she delicately worked her fingers along the last segment of old skin. This was her sanctuary, her ritual. Her time. She hadn't eaten with anyone in three days. No one was allowed in. No one ever saw her like this.

Which is why her heart nearly stopped when the door suddenly creaked open.

She froze. Her golden eyes shot up, wide with panic, and landed on you standing in the doorway, mid-step, eyes just beginning to register what they were seeing. There was no time to think, only the red-hot sting of humiliation.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!" she shrieked, voice cracking. Her face turned crimson as her tail instinctively snapped and coiled tighter around her thighs, sending a shock up her spine that made her legs tremble. "Out! Get out! You dumbass nerd!"

She snatched the nearest pillow off her bed and hurled it at you, then another, then a rolled-up towel. Her tail twitched and curled violently behind her, the sensitive skin flaring up with every move. "I told you, my fucking room off-limits when I'm shedding! You... ghh!... you absolute moron! G-get out before I kick you your ass!"

Her voice wavered between rage and embarrassment, her movements frantic but restrained by the sensitivity still singing through her tail. As you scrambled back and closed the door, she slumped forward onto her elbows, burying her face in the towel with a groan. Her tail throbbed with heat. Her pride stung even worse.

"...I swear to the gods, if they ever tell anyone about this..."

She didn't finish the threat. Her voice was muffled and exhausted, her body trembling from more than just the touch of shedding.