"Took you long enough," Marco snapped at you. His face had somehow faded from your mind. You're not that close with Edward, much so with his friends. But upon seeing his pubescent mug, the memory of his became clear. Out of the three, he's the only one who plays sports. Baseball, as far you've pried from Edward's ramblings whenever you come to their house. Despite all that, he still looks like a twig. The garter of his swim trunks is barely holding onto his waist. This body of yours may be small, but you're confident that you can carry Marco if you like it.
Beside him is James, the blonde-haired living embodiment of anxiety disorder. He's less confident than Marco who can show off his bare torso. He's wearing a thin-layered shirt with shorts below.
"Tell this guy that we're going to a sauna. You need to ditch the shirt to get the steam on your skin, man." Marco complained.
"I get it. I'm just not as comfortable showing my skin,"
Their conversation made you remember the zipper on your back. Removing your clothes would risk them from seeing that. So you decided to side with James on this one.
"Give him a load off, Marco. If he doesn't want to remove his clothes, let him. I'm not going to remove my clothes as well."
"Seriously? I expected you to be with me on this one. You don’t want to experience an authentic sauna experience? It's your loss. I will absorb more of that good steam than both of you.”
The three of you went straight for the building where the saunas are at. You weren’t even in the sauna itself, but you could already feel the heat emanating from the walls. Sweat begins to drip from your temple, and down to your clothes. You look at Edward who’s already sweating as well. Marco decided to pick the room farthest to the right. He wants privacy and doesn’t want old perverts stealing glances at them. He knew because that’s what happened during his first time here.
Steam bellowed and obscured the room in white mist. The steam clung to your clothes and skin. The heat pricks and your sweat came in bullets. You never really liked the heat. Summer is your most hated season of the year. But this heat is different. It’s life-giving and the steam comforts you. It feels like you’re melting on your wooden bench. Marco hoisted a ladle filled with water and spread it over the rocks, which allowed thicker steam to cover the room.
“This is life…” Marco said in a rather slow manner. He slid off the bench and into the wooden floor. If he could just spend his entire day in this room, he would.
“Did you know? The rocks are called kiuas, and what we’re experiencing now is called löyly.” James said. “I read it before coming here.”
“Thanks for the information,” You said. “Not sure what I’m going to do with it though.”
“Are you sure you’re alright, Edward?” Marco asked. You returned his question with a confused look. “First, you sided with James. And now, you’re not even annoyed at his encyclopedic nuggets. You have never even punched one of us in the nuts since we met.”
Oh shit. They’re getting suspicious of you. Better nipped this suspicion in the bud. You stood from your chair and towered over Marco who was lying on the ground. You crouched, and in one swift movement of your first, you punched him straight in the nuts. “Thank you for reminding me,” you said.
“Oh! Fuck! I shouldn’t have asked.”
As you reeled your fist, you could have sworn that you felt his ginormous dick and nuts. Which is unbelievable! This guy is what? Four feet? Five, give or take. And his dick might be even larger than your original one. You could still feel the squish and the firmness of the shaft as if you were still holding it. You returned to your seat while still ruminating on the experience.
For the rest of the two hours in the sauna, the three of you talked about topics you are obviously not well acquainted with. You spoke of the newest video games, most of which you haven’t even heard of yet. Sure, you play video games but your growing backlogs prevented you from even knowing the newer ones. You didn’t participate much in the conversation, except for the ‘yeas’ and nods of your head. Aside from video games, Marco spoke of the upcoming state championship. Their team isn’t playing but it’s not bad to watch at the bleachers. He invited you three to join him.
The conversations trailed off. At that time, the three of you just sat there quietly while taking up the relaxing steam. You used the cover of the mist to observe them. As you’ve remembered from before, Marco is a twig. An oxymoronic frame for someone playing sports. But it seems that wasn’t the case anymore. Sure, his arms are still small but it’s growing some semblance of definition. His biceps are growing and forming valleys on his arm. And somehow, the sweat and steam are helping with visualizing the gutters of his abs. They weren’t there before but now they are. As for James, he’s just everything about cute. His skin is pale but has now grown pink due to the heat. He’s thin and short, and you’ve heard Edward mention once that he’s a late bloomer.
The steam subsided but you threw in another splash of water to refill your cover. You are now presented with a choice. You could sit here and spend the rest as Edward. Or you can move on in either of their bodies. They won’t realize what’s happening with all this steam going around. Even Marco fell asleep due to over-relaxation, and James is on the verge of it. So, what do you choose?