After a week with no fixed pipes, it was safe to say that Cammy was not looking her most elegant. Plumber after plumber had made an appointment, only to cancel at the last possible minute, and Cammy's stubborn pride kept her from going to somewhere where her hygiene could be maintained.
And the worst part?
Deep down, a tiny little piece of Cammy was starting to like it.
After just a week, Cammy was hardly a garbage dump, but with a daily 4-hour workout routine, she knew she soon would be, and yet... getting up in the morning, and pulling the same shirt over her head, she couldn't deny that there was something a little taboo about the pungent aroma her armpits produced. As the sweat stains of her shirt slid back into their place under her stubbly underarms, she realized with a slight pang of worry that she was becoming increasingly used to feeling the dampness they provided. However, turning to the mirror by her bedside reminded her of the less satisfactory parts of her new regime. Her unwashed hair was beginning to become thick with grease, although much of it was luckily concealed by her signature ponytail. She also noticed that the accumulated sweat, dirt and grime on her face has started to show create worrying signs of a spot infestation, or even worse, acne, although the few that currently existed were luckily localized to a few small parts of her forehead. Cammy was also pretty disgusted by the dirt and grit that had appeared under her fingernails and toenails, and worried about the difficulty of removing it once her pipes (and cleanliness) came back.
Wort of all though, at least in Cammys eyes, was the deteriorating state of her mouth. Without any water, Cammy was resorting to picking the worst of meals out of her teeth with toothpicks, but that hadn't stopped the buildup of plaque, as her teeth were already beginning to lose their carefully maintained whiteness and sheen. Cupping her hand to her mouth, Cammy attempted to smell her breath, but, in her clumsy, early morning stupor, accidentally burped instead, forcing her to confront the growing bacteria in her mouth, and causing her to gag on her own gas.
"Gosh, this new lifestyle of mine has really GOT to change"
Sniffing her underarm and sighing wistfully, Cammy set out to finally get cleaned up, however...
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