Devon followed Simon and the other guys into the bathroom, glad to know that they respected his wishes.
He just wanted to be the old Devon again. Yeah, he had to admit that some of this guy stuff wasn't so bad, but it had always repulsed him. Maybe it was Peter Pan syndrome, Devon thought, but really even if he didn't just like his old self better, it wasn't rational to be growing up ahead of his time. All that could come later.
"Simon, you're gonna fix me, right? I just want to be like I was before I got messed up like this."
"You think you're messed up, dude? I think that's messed up," Simon said, laughing.
"Dudes, just change me back, ok? I don't have a problem with how you are, I just want to be like I was. My mom isn't going to like me like this."
"You sure you're telling the truth, Devon?" Jeff grinned.
Devon gulped, feeling his Adam's apple bob. Strictly it wasn't the truth, but whatever. "Guys, come on, please?"
"What don't you like about your new bod, man? You're not even that much of a jock." Simon said.
"All of it!" Devon said, trying to sound emotional and panicky in the hope that they'd take pity on him.
"Like what?"
"Like how I've got this hair all over," Devon said, looking down at his legs. "It's too much for my age."
"It doesn't look good to you? A lot of chicks think body hair looks very attractive on a man, you know." Simon grinned. Devon was surprised by how articulate Simon was sounding all of a sudden. "Hey Jeff, hand me my dufflebag," Simon said. "Ok, well I've got the cure," he said, pulling out a small bottle of a clear, oily looking liquid. "Sit down."
"There's nowhere to sit in here," Devon said.
"Then sit on the toilet, we'll do this in the stall." Simon responded, uncapping the little bottle. "So, ok, you don't have to be hairy, Devon. A lot of guys shave it off. It's hard to get away from after your body hits maturity though."
"Yeah I want to get away from it."
"Here, we have to rub it on where you're growing hair," Simon said, putting a little on the palms of his hands and grabbing hold of Devon's legs as Jeff held Devon's shoulders and forced him down onto the toilet seat. Devon could feel Simon matting down the hair on his legs with the slightly oily liquid. "Just like Nair?" Devon said, trying to make a joke.
"Yeah Devon, just like Nair" Simon said, grinning. "Where else?"
"My pits, I was so embarrassed to have to go to school like this today. Also... it's embarrassing, but probably should get my crotch too." Simon made Devon lift his arms up and moved his face in close, pausing for a second to look Devon right in the eye. Then he started slapping his hand against the hair in Devon's pit, rubbing the hair down briskly with more of the liquid. Devon was embarrassed as fuck but if this would cure it, he could deal. "Here Devon, I'm going to give you the bottle, you can take care of the rest at home."
Devon felt so relieved. "Oh my god, thank you so much Simon. You have no idea how much I appreciate it."
"Sure dude, let me know how it worked."
"You got it!" Devon said, smiling. He walked home almost skipping, even though he figured that must look ridiculous with his jockish body, but he was so thrilled that this was reversible. He'd have to get the muscles and the rest fixed too, but this was the start, the hair was the most embarrassing part.
When Devon was home he chugged some Kool-Aid from the fridge and went straight upstairs, locking his door. He uncapped the little bottle and went in the bathroom, taking off his clothes in front of the mirror. It was still so embarrassing to see his chunkier, meatier body all naked like this. At least he wasn't as bad as most of the jocks, but he still looked half ready for a backwards ballcap. The thought made him almost laugh out loud. Devon poured a little of the cure serum in his right palm, carefully so as not to spill any. He needed to work on the stubbly light whiskers that had grown in on his face, so he covered his whole jawline, especially upper lip and chin where it had started to grow in the strongest. He really didn't want to miss a spot.
Then he hit up his pubes, and even his balls, which had started to get hairy too. He kind of wanted to reach down below his balls but he didn't even want to go there or want to know, and he had enough serum that he could worry about it later... better to start with what was visible in the front. He tried to touch up his legs, too, and the little bit on his feet, a few wisps he saw down by his wrists, too.
Devon didn't want to get his bedsheets greasy so he sat on the edge of the bathtub for a while waiting for it all to dry. He wondered how long he should leave it on. Eventually he decided he better just leave it on all night. Maybe he could sleep in a sleeping bag so it wouldn't get on his sheets... Devon pulled out an old one that he didn't even like, some Ninja Turtles thing, crawling inside it and not caring if it got ruined. He pulled out a pillow and fell asleep, feeling like he was camping out in his own bed but excited to see himself cured tomorrow. "Goodbye, hairy Devon" he said, laughing a little as he fell asleep.