[ ... Homura comes back to herself, not entirely certain why she needs to catch her breath all of a sudden. Junko has a point; she shouldn't be getting embarrassed in front of someone who has a daughter her age, right? ]
That's-
[ She clears her throat, pitching her voice back down to her usual bland tone instead of a breathy gasp. ]
... that's true. I'm sorry, I'm not really used to... this.
[ Trying not to think too hard about it, Homura drops her towel, only realizing with a shiver that she didn't have the presence of mind to completely dry herself off when the air hits her budding breasts (hopefully budding, although she won't know for sure until she breaks out of this time loop and lets puberty do its work). Too late to worry about that now; she continues undressing, working slowly and methodically. Once her skirt's off, she sits on the edge of the bath and begins working off her pantyhose, again taking her sweet time as she extends one long leg, still childishly thin but clearly developing into something slender and sensual, and slides off the still-soaked garment before working on the next. ]
[ She's only going so slowly because she's desperately trying to remain calm, and to retain what's left of her dignity. Of course, this has the unfortunate effect of making it look like she's putting on a show, although it's clear from her beet-red face that it's not intentional (or that she's even aware of it). ]
2/2
That's-
[ She clears her throat, pitching her voice back down to her usual bland tone instead of a breathy gasp. ]
... that's true. I'm sorry, I'm not really used to... this.
[ Trying not to think too hard about it, Homura drops her towel, only realizing with a shiver that she didn't have the presence of mind to completely dry herself off when the air hits her budding breasts (hopefully budding, although she won't know for sure until she breaks out of this time loop and lets puberty do its work). Too late to worry about that now; she continues undressing, working slowly and methodically. Once her skirt's off, she sits on the edge of the bath and begins working off her pantyhose, again taking her sweet time as she extends one long leg, still childishly thin but clearly developing into something slender and sensual, and slides off the still-soaked garment before working on the next. ]
[ She's only going so slowly because she's desperately trying to remain calm, and to retain what's left of her dignity. Of course, this has the unfortunate effect of making it look like she's putting on a show, although it's clear from her beet-red face that it's not intentional (or that she's even aware of it). ]