Paul getting ready

The rattling and movement from the other side of their home woke Paul from a deep slumber. It didn’t sound burglarish, but it was also surprising to him that it was bright outside like a midday sun. Checking the clock, they had slept past noon!

Getting up with a start, he could see Molly still sleeping in bed with her sleeping mask on. Figuring he’d let her sleep in while he got things going, he threw on his kilt & shirt and headed to check on their friend Katie who stayed over the night before in their guest room.

Seeing him approach the bedroom, Katie called out, “oh, good! You're finally up too! I was afraid I was going to have to rouse the dead with you two passed out in there still.”

Paul nervously rubbed his neck, “ya, I guess we went a little long after getting this place decorated,” he replied apprehensively. “Thanks for all your help with it; it looks phenomenal.”

“Well, that’s not our only make over this weekend,” she replied conspiratorially. “How many wine bottles did we go through anyway?”

“At least a couple I think.”

“Feels like a few barrels,” Katie replies jokingly as she continues unpacking gear. “You ready?”

“Give me a bit to get a shower in; meant to get up earlier for that, and then I should be ready. Molly was still passed out, though.”

“Oh, let’s let her sleep; she won’t take nearly as long as you. Use your guest shower so we don’t disturb her.”

“Ya, I got stuff in there I can use. Be right back.”

“Sounds good,” Katie says not even turning away from her tool chest she was putting on the dresser.

Paul got into the hot shower and scrubbed down his bare skin with the loofa in here. He was still amazed at how different his skin felt even after almost a dozen weeks of treatments. While the tan radiance made his skin look healthier than it ever had without a farmer’s tan, the complete absence of any hair he agreed to, felt so different after decades with testosterone driven body hair. However, he was sure it would all add to the illusion. He was glad they had included all these extra cleaning supplies he thought to leave in the guest bath. Figuring doing one last cleanse with their enema kit wouldn’t be so bad for a special day; there were still a few left they could share with friends later if they wanted some of this high-end stuff he wasn’t going to need anymore.

Getting out, he padded dry in the big pink fluffy towel before rubbing the Cherry, Berry Delight oil they’d come to enjoy for the past several weeks. He never tired of the tingle it left over his body as he rubbed it in or the rush that seemed to linger in his head making things just seem that much easier to deal with. Padding out in the fluffy bath blanket wrapped around him, he presented himself to Katie as she was going through the garment bags she had prepped for her clients today.

“Why the hell is your skin so shiny after a shower?”

“Oh,” Paul wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction from skin treatment. “Uh, might be the body oil treatment they gave me...”

Katie just rolled her eyes at him dreading just how clueless he really was going to be through this whole event. “I can’t have oil all over your skin if I’m going to be putting on makeup and prosthetics. Get back in there and scrub it all off.”

Feeling rather dejected, Paul hung his head and proceeded to the bathroom to scrub himself down again. Padding himself dry, he couldn’t see the sheen anymore, but there still seemed a little tingle and was pleased to still feel a bit floaty.

Returning again in only the big, pink fluffy bath sheet, Paul was impressed to see the assortment of things spread through the room.