"Spend my vacation as someone else?" John stared at his rejuvenated self in the mirror, still rubbing his over-sized genitals. It sounded like a crazy idea, but nowhere near as crazy as what he was seeing now. A vacation where he wasn't the responsible dad, the faithful husband? He loved his wife and kids, to be sure, but a chance to let go without having to worry about any of that was impossible to resist. "Can you do it in a way that my family won't worry?"
"Of course! We would not ruin other guests' vacations. I assure you that none of your family will be worried at all." Allysia grinned. "So I assume you are ready? I have something in mind. How would you like to be a pleasure boy, servicing guests in the Eros suites? No inhibitions, no restrictions, no guilt or worry."
John flushed, but grinned and nodded. "Sounds like an amazing vacation. But I don't think my wife or kids would understand."
"Do not worry. They will never know of your adventures, at least in a way that they would connect with their husband or father."
John's sense of responsibility warred with his curiosity, and he felt his resolve slipping. Before he succumbed completely to practicality and morality, he blurted out "Do it!"
Allysia's hands rose up his neck and slid over his face, then tousled his hair. John felt muscles pull in his jaw and cheeks, and his nose twitched. When she dropped her hands away, he blinked and then stared open-mouthed. The youth looking back was incredibly handsome, almost pretty, with a wild mane of blonde hair and brilliant green eyes. He could be in his late teens, with just a trace of hair at his crotch and peach fuzz on his face. However, the impressive physique and even more impressive sexual equipment branded him as a very desirable adult.
"You enjoy pleasing others, pleasuring others." Allysia rubbed his temples with her fingertips. "Sex is a normal thing for you, like breathing, eating, and sleeping. Your partners can be young or old, male or female, animals, monsters. You have never known clothing, never felt shame or modesty, and have no memory of ever being anyone other than Lysander, a pleasure boy of this Spa."
John's eyes dulled and he smiled vacantly at his reflection. He existed to give pleasure, and always had. He was Lysander, a pleasure boy.
"Now go to the Eros suites. You will find guests and employees happy to have your services."
"Yes, Mistress." Lysander strode out of the Spa, heading for the Eros section that he now knew every inch of. His only curiosity was why he had left his assigned section at all.