Baxter, as he was lying there on his back, began to feel itchy. His skin, especially on his chest, his arm pits and his stomach itched. "What the" he mumbled. "Don’t worry, its all going well" Sherri re-assured him. It wasn’t that bad, but he felt a little uncomfortable being completely naked around a stranger. Not any stranger, but an attractive woman.
"Could I just turn over and scratch?" he pleaded. "no no, unfortunately I’m not don’t rubbing it in yet." Sherri replied. Now don’t be surprised if this has more than one effect on your body, it is supposed to. "wait, wait... what’s gonna happen? can you tell me?" Baxter asked.
"you know, I’d tell you if I knew, but they don’t tell me much, its all very secretive." she said in a calm voice.
"I itch really bad" he said. Finally the massage was over and the creme had soaked in all the way. "Ok, you can go now" Sherri said in a calmly
“That’s it?”
“yep, that’s it”
Baxter then got up, still completely naked and immediately began scratching himself. “Man, this stuff itches, you sure it’s not just an itching powder?”
“Well, no, actually I’m not.” She replied.
“I’ll show you the way out. Here are your clothes” She handed him his clothes and he dressed quickly. He was by no means an exhibitionist, but hell, for 25,000$ he’d be naked in front of crowds of about anybody. ‘She’s a nurse, she’s used to this stuff’ he reassured himself. ‘Its not that weird’
“Come back in one week please” Said the lady at the main desk. “Ok, see you then”
As he walked out of the old building he still felt itchy all over. “Damn, I hope this goes away!” He got into his car and drove. It wasn’t far to his dorm, but the drive felt like it went on forever. As If his amazing luck at catching red lights wasn’t enough, the itching wasn’t going away either, and it felt like an uncomfortable eternity in that little red Mazda. Between lights he found himself scratching ever part of his body, his back, his neck, his chin, his chest, his legs, even his feet. “What the hell!” he exclaimed while sitting at one of the many red lights he happened to meet, “why isn’t this going away? I should have asked if a shower is ok…”
Finally, at the dorm, Baxter walked up the narrow white stairway and up to his floor. He had a dorm all to himself. How lucky it was for him to get that one…. The university had been hard pressed to find housing for all its students.
He walked in to his dorm, and noticed he was hungry. Not strange, as it was the afternoon. He stilled found himself itching. ‘
How horrible’ he thought, ‘if this keeps up the whole week’
After warming up a big plate of spaghetti from the previous night, he devoured it no time at all. He was shocked at his own appetite. Then, overcome by drowsiness, Baxter fell onto his bed and immediately fell asleep, despite the persistent itching.