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I turned off the water and toweled off like my life depended on it. My body was literally buzzing, my ears ringing, every nerve on fire, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. My inferiority complex was on fire at the sight of it, like it had been designed to make me feel inadequate. The team was a melting pot of chiseled gods, each one looking like they’d stepped out of a Renaissance sculpture. The showers were the real kicker. I really liked it. My brain was glitching, caught between panic and other nerves as he washed my hairless globes. He gave a nod, turned off his water, and grabbed his towel. “You good?”

I nodded way too fast, like my head was trying to break a speed record. And then it happened. “Dude, turn around. When he was done soaping up, and I was still trying to act like my body hadn’t just betrayed every assumption I had about myself, we rinsed off side by side.