When you hear the words “Spa Day”, you’ll think it’s a bunch of girls going to get their nails done. So when your boss invites you to have a spa day with him and some other workers, you’d think it’s a joke. That was until you saw at least 20+ people show up to the address that day.
He divided it up between men and women to avoid any sexual accusations and all that stuff. With too many people here, everyone also had to go into groups of two. Sadly for me, I got stuck with my boss.
It’s not that he’s a bad guy or anything. It’s just that I barely know him enough to be naked in his vicinity. All I know is that he is old enough to be my dad.
The first thing we did was go to a locker room to place our clothes inside a locker. Almost everyone was naked, some chose to stay in just their boxers or briefs.
But seeing my boss naked was the worst sight. All I could think in my head was “old man penis” and his slight 6-pack; which was impressive.
After getting our towels, the boss and I headed off to get massages first.
We walked into a room that had light blue walls and two of those tables that people rest on. We both laid down and placed our face in that hole. Two people who possibly were masseuse walked in and went to our sides. I could hear both of them apply cream to their hands, which was weird to say the least.
Then their hands touched my body, and I lost it. The feeling of all my muscles becoming unstiff felt amazing. She went from my legs, to hips, to back, and then shoulders. During the whole time, you could probably assume I was having sex for how much I was moaning, which after the massage I realized how embarrassing it was.
They later finished and walked out of the room. The boss and I put our towels back on and walked out.
“How was that massage?” He asked me.
I wasn’t really paying attention and just mindlessly stared at my boss for a few seconds. “Huh?”
“I said how was your massage? You were moaning up a storm so it had to be good.”
“Oh yea, it was great.” I looked to myself and realized he heard the moaning, and that I did it a lot.
“Sorry for moaning in their. I’ve never gotten a massage, and it felt very nice.”
“It’s alright, no need to apologize. As long as you didn’t ask them to go deeper or harder, we are fine.”
We both laughed it off and continued to the mud baths.
It was an outside area with a huge tub of mud. No one that I recognized was there, but there were some other people, including some that looked too young to be naked around adults.
I didn’t want to say anything due to how some women get offended if you ask their age, so I just ignored it, and stayed my fair distance away from her.
The boss and I got in the tub and just relaxed. The mud was warm and I could feel my whole body tingle. The mud wasn’t too thick, so it felt like you were floating on air.
After thirty minutes we got out and headed for the showers. When we got there, I noticed something was odd. My original beard stubble face was crystal clear, and the only hair was my eyebrows.
I focused on the mirror and looked closely at my face. Just from looking at it, you can assume I’m possibly thirteen or fourteen at most. I reached down and felt some hair down their, which was good I guess. It just meant I didn’t have to deal with some microscopic penis. I played it off as some delusion, until I saw my boss.
Instead of his grey hair, slight 6 pack, and other things, his body was younger too. All his hair on his body became salt and pepper, similar to a dad becoming old. His face has that weird dad mustache that almost resembled a handlebar mustache. His body was gaining some weight, but not that much either.
I got under the shower head next to him, and cleaned myself off quickly, but my boss hand other plans.
“So how are you liking your new body?”
He knows that something happened, and he’s somewhat ok with it?
“No! What happened to us?”
“It’s a long story. The short one though is that this spa can turn people younger, and I always choose that option. Only problem was that you got sucked into it and now you’re what, 13?”
“I have no idea.”
“Well don’t worry. The front desk will provide you with clothes and a certain amount of pills depending on how long you want to stay at this age.”
“It’s not temporary?”
“It is, but I don’t think you want to stay 13 for 5 months.”
“Yea you have a point.”
“If you want, we can stop. I can drive you home and we can just pretend this never happened.”