Things get messy for Paul

As he sat contemplating various ideas for his clients, Paul’s revere is broken by the reminder of his upcoming fitness session. Saving his work, he got up to switch into his white boardshorts Billy asked for to get better definition on the video feed.

Returning to his workspace, Paul got down in his starting position, focusing on his knees seeing if he could tell any more limberness yet, but is interrupted as Bill connected to the Skype session on his laptop. Hearing the familiar connection tone, Paul responded without looking up as he continued to try to stretch his knees, “hey, Bill.”

“Hello, Paul. Lets get this started. Good to see you set already.”

At that point Bill took him through the stretches, crunches, and directs him to lifts.

However, as Paul stands up, Bill is surprised by the video feed and tries to focus on it. He didn’t think Paul was old enough for incontinence, but it sure looked like he just shit himself.

Expanding the view to enlarge it, it even looks like some dark, liquid trails down his leg.

“Uh, Paul, you feeling okay?”

“Ya, ya, I’m fine. Just getting into it.”

“No, no, Paul. Umm, you might need to go change your shorts.”

“What??” Looking back in panic, Paul can just make out the tan outline of the back of his legs, “FUCK!!”

“Dude, its alright. Just go take care of yourself. Might want to check with your doc, but lets go ahead and call today.”

“No no no!!” Paul blurts out totally embarrassed “No, its just this freaking tan I got!”

“Tan? What are you talking about?”

“Oh, I wanted to try to get rid of this pastey white hue, so I tried out a spray tan this morning.”

“*Spray tan*? Dude, you canNOT do that yourself; you need someone who knows what there doing.”

“I thought I did, but this is bullshit; I paid a good amount for it.”

“you *paid* for that?? What type of cheap ass, fly-by-night place did you use?”

“No, its that salon over by that vegan sushi place. They’re supposed to be good and I signed up for one of their reopenning package, but they fucking ruined my shorts!”

“I know that place. That’s supposed to be really upscale. I can’t believe they didn’t warn you about sweating a lot after or use something to lock it in with.” Bill started pulling up their site to verify it.

“well, it shouldn’t do this.”

“Fuck! Did they tell you and thought you knew better?!? Ass hole.”

“No, they didn’t tell me about this! Fukit! I’ll just get rid of this crap and gift the rest of it to Molly, and be done with it.”

Bill was so tired to hear Paul tossing off something on Molly again to try and make himself look better by just shoving it off on her. Bill noticed their ‘Spray Tan: What to know before you go?’ highlighted in big print linking to a page with a lot of good details, “Did they tell you to read their site?”

“I didn’t have time to read a bunch of sales pitches.”

“Did they try to talk to you about the session?” His arrogance can really get to Bill.

“I was distracted. I woke up a little late and hadn’t had breakfast. I just wanted them to get it done.”

“Did you even give them time to put on the finishing lotion???” This was sounding all too typical ‘Paul’ to Bill.

Paul was getting nervous realizing how bad this was looking and getting uncomfortable with Bill’s pressing questions, “this crap shouldn’t cause...”

Bill patience was gone and didn’t let Paul finished, “It’s not supposed to if you falling their fucking directions, but you’re too fucking ‘smart’ to listen to someone else, are you? No, you know fucking better. This is on you, Paul, not them!”

Paul was starting to feel really frustrated by this; but embarrassment was also building.

Bill then proceeded to start reading off the page verbatim to Paul. Each line seemed to cause Paul to sink a little deeper.

“Please ensure to proper exfoliate skin and texter; wear possible ensure to shave closely.

Avoid strenuous exercise and/or heavy sweating for at least 6 hours, but try to refrain for 24 hours for best results.

Where loose fitting dark clothes for first 24 hours to avoid staining clothes.

Utilize our patent pending Lock-in-lotion to ensure tanning cure properly and absorbs quickly into the skin...”

It continued on as Paul realize just how much he fucked these up. Was he really missing this many things? He still had 2 months, but was he gonna end up looking like a clown in an outfit again? It was bad enough that his legs were now stained tanned and dripping; how long was he going to be stuck like this? They were going to house full of friends and they were all going to see a joke in a skirt; some soft pansy.

“FUCK! This is a for shit!!”

“Paul! What the fuck dude?”

“I thought this would be something fun to enjoy and maybe show some real talent, but this is just turning into another fucking joke session. Like some sort of playground teasing session. I through.”

“Woah, woah, woah! That is NOT what I signed up for with you and I know you’re better than that!”

“What? What are you talking about?? I look like a fucking walking joke!”

“Enough! You said you wanted me to help you do this right, right? You enlisted skilled and talented people to do this and there are a lot of people looking to put effort into this right?”

“Well, ya, but...”, Paul tentatively started.

“But, nothing!” Paul was a little taken aback by Bill’s jumping on him. “You asked me to help you do this right and you can do this! I know you can! But you have to trust the people to do what they are trained and practiced at. You have to learn to delegate tasks to people to be successful at this.”

“k...”

“It's very early; you’re only a couple days into this, you still have *weeks*, heck *months* to make this right. But you have to work *with* people and rely on them to do their part, while you focus on your part of actually doing it.”

“I don’t know, Bill....”

“Look, here’s what you do: Call them up and be honest with them. Admit you didn’t read everything, but you want to make it right. Ask them what they can do to help. You’ll probably have to pay for some extra services or something, but they’re not going to want you be a walking poster board of failure either, so work with them. If they tell you something needs to be done to repair it, trust them and work with it.”

“Ya, but look at this!” Paul points at his outfit, “these shorts are ruined and these sneakers are going to look like drained shit. I’m going to have to go get all new shit.”

“You need new fitness equipment, let me order some things and have them delivered for tomorrow’s session. That can be my responsibility. I can make sure its good quality as well as ensuring it will work with our remote setup.”

“But I will look like a freak until who knows when they can fix it. I wanted it to be a cool surprise for Molly, but I can’t let her see me as this joke look again...”

“I think she would understand, but just wear pants until then. You got PJ’s, just wear the pants. You can work it out. I’m sure if you reach out to them and are humble, they will find time to fit it in to make it work. Only you, me, and the salon have to know about this.”

“Maybe....”

“This has been a learning session. I think it's good, but before the next session, make sure you wash really well, exfoliate the area, and honestly, shave before hand.”

“Shave?? My legs? Really?”

“Dude, get with the program. Menscaping is cool. And I can’t tell you how many big bulky guys keep their skin clear. Helps keep the definition of their muscles clear. It really does help it come through. You were planning on doing it for the party anyway; might as well get used to it now. Plus, if you like it, you can keep it up after the party.”

Paul scoffs at that.

“You can let it grow back if you want. None of this has to last; we’re training to do this right though, right”

“I guess...”

“On that topic, have you started practicing walking with heels?”

“No, I figured I’d work with Molly on that later when I was closer to time.”

It was Bill’s turn to scoff, “Bud, you said you wanted to try to minimize her load. Besides, who do you think trained her to slink in those higher heels?”

Thinking back Paul couldn’t remember her wearing much more than a 3-inch heel before they got in the scene, “I figured that was just because she was so tall, she only did it for the look.”

“Man, she was never really shown how to walk in tall heels and she asked me to help her with it after she saw what I did with one of my girls. I’m going to get some shoes to replace those trainers as part of your fitness equipment, but they’re going to have a bit of heel. We need to start working on that anyway and I need to get your legs ready for that bit.”

“Really?”

“Dude, women spend years practicing and getting better at it, and they still don’t look great if they don’t move their body right. We have a lot we have to get you going and the sooner we can work it into your practices the sooner you can be assured you’ll move right for the party.”

“K....”

“You’re wanting to pass pretty well too. Have you practiced your voice yet?”

“Yea, I got some training videos. Not real happy with them, but I’m doing some practicing.” Paul clears his throat and tries a more femme voice, “I still have a lot to do there.”

“Uh, ya, we’re gonna keep an eye on that. It's not my area of expertise but I can at least help you track it and maybe we can look out for someone to work with.”

Paul silently nods realizing this is getting to be more than he originally thought.

“Are your tanning sessions going to be every Wednesday?”

“Ya, that’s the plan.”

“K. We’re going to need to hold off on heavy routines to make sure not to repeat this, but we still need to get the work in. We’ll setup some time on Saturday. I know Molly will be understanding for that. It can give her a moment to relax and chill anyway. I’ll also make sure the new equipment gets there before tomorrow’s session. Go get cleaned up and toss on a pair of pants. Make sure you call the salon and talk to them about fixing it. Be *humble*; trust your delegates. We got this; you got time, just need to repair it.” *Disconnect*

Paul sighs looking down at his mess and realizes he better get going to get this fixed.