So the three of them were about to go into the men’s bathhouse. Christopher passed immediately as he let down his long dirty blonde hair
with dark brown highlights fall onto his shoulders, topped off with his now dark brown goatee, with his pecks hanging out, and his flaccid dick
and enlarged balls hanging above his smooth, thick thighs. He was now a masculine gay guy who also liked looking at girls.
Meanwhile, Rusty followed him in, as the two of the men were naked together, and walked into the bathhouse, with other men acknowledging
their manliness to one another, giving each other brofists.
Marcia had tied her black hair behind her head into a cumber bun, as she had painted a black goatee on her face with her eyeliner to match her
smooth, tan skin. She then bound her breasts with ace bandages, while strapping on a dick with balls between her legs, as she rubbed her
pecker while calling herself Mario.
Then, she wore black shorts, sandals, and brought a couple of towels, soap, and something else ( a dildo to entertain herself, hidden inside the
towel). Then, he painted his nails pink.
S/he looked at herself in the mirror, and saw hirself as a young gay, transman, with bound breasts, and a flaccid dick hidden inside his pants
and skinny body. S/he thought of masturbating to himself, but thought it to be unwise, and put a shirt on to dress himself.
He grabbed his bulge from his underwear, and said softly in a faint voice, “My name…is Mario.”
He then joined Rusty and Christopher to the men’s bathhouse to discuss their plans, while male onlookers were going about their business,
sitting, reading newspapers, having discussions, engaging in philosophical topics, and walking around and about in the buff in the steaming
room.
Almost all of the men had their shirts off, including Rusty and Christopher, and were just being themselves into the steaming room (with the
exception of a few, who had towels around their necks).
Mario decided to do away with his bindings, and wore a towel around his head. Once he sat down, he decided to take the towel off his head, to
bare his chest.
Then, Rusty and Christopher started talking to Mario to discuss their plans.
Mario tried to talk in a low voice, as he said effeminately, “Alright boys, we have found the proper ingredients to propel people from
transforming into werewolves, even when they are wearing the ring on their fingers. It’s the Russian, orange flavored energy drink, which is
also one of the primary ingredients to propel a group of middle-aged men and a teenage boy into time travel through a hot tub time machine.”
Christopher then said in a low voice, “Yes. You are the man, Mario! Always the one with the best and brightest ideas!”
Rusty then replied, “Yes. Now we just have to fetch those ingredients from the cabin, and use them on all of the suspects and possible soon to
be werewolves so that they either don’t transform into mystical monsters, and stay as humans.”
Christopher replied, “Right on, brotha. That’s a good effin’ plan. Punch my manly chest.”
Rusty gave Christopher a punch into his chest, and Christopher growled happily, while he felt his dick inside his towel with fondling happiness.