Bill showered then liberally applied the ointment the man at the store
had given him. He didn't even bother to read the instructions. After
all it's just ointment, you put it on your skin and it works right?
He pulled on his grey sweat shorts and his matching sweatshirt with
the sleeves cut off. Then he started running over to the house where
his girlfriend Mary Kate was babysitting. He knew she'd bitch that he
was all sweaty, but he knew that his masculine scent turned her on all
the same, and besides he had taken a shower first. He chuckled at his
own cleverness, as he ran uphill. He did seem to be sweating a bit
more than usual, and twice he had to stop to tighten the drawstring on
his shorts, and to retie his shoes.
It wasn't until after he was standing on the doorstep of the old
Victorian house staring at Mary Kate's chest that he realized he had
made a mistake with the ointments. He standing at the same level as
Mary Kate, but he was looking at her boobs not her face when he looked
straight ahead.
"Oh, I was expecting someone else. David and Tommy are down in the
basement. You can go play with them there," she said stepping out of
the doorway.
Bill raised his hand to his face. His three-day growth of beard was
gone. Now all he felt were zits. He was a kid again. Mary Kate's firm
hand on his back guided him to the basement stairs.
Bill wasn't sure what he even said, but he heard her reply plainly
enough, "You're cute, but you're way too young ask me in another 5
years."
Bill walked halfway down the stairs and balked. What if he was stuck
this way? Oh, crap if he was 12 or 13 again, did that mean his teenie
weenie shrank even smaller? He pulled open the drawstring and looked
down into this shorts.
"Hey, who's there?" called a young voice from the basement.
"Uh, it's me, Bill," answered Bill with his voice cracking. He retied
his drawstring and headed down to meet the guys.