The Steam Room

As Jon pushed open the stainless steel door marked 'Steam Room', he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. "Just what a mother needs," he muttered to himself as he stepped into the anteroom. The warm, moist air enveloped him, immediately soothing his weary body.

As he disrobed, neatly folding his polka-dot dress and placing it on the bench, Jon felt a small smile creep onto his lips. He was alone, free from the stresses of motherhood and the constraints of society. It was just him and the steam, a blissful respite from the demands of everyday life.

But as Jon settled onto the wood planked bench and leaned against the wall, his mind began to wander. He couldn't help but think of the girls of Girl World, the "loveliest ladies on the planet" according to the man on the plane. Yet, despite his travels thus far, he had yet to encounter a single one.

As he pondered his luck, Jon's attention was drawn to a door opposite the one he had entered through. It was a large wooden door, presumably leading to the steam room itself. With a sense of anticipation, he pushed it open and stepped inside.

The steam was even thicker here, the heat almost overwhelming. But Jon reveled in it, enjoying the feeling of the warm, moist air on his naked skin. For a while, he simply sat there, lost in thought, until the realization hit him - the wooden door was locked from the other side.

Panic began to set in as Jon tried to push the door open, to no avail. Not only was this another obstacle between him and the hot ladies somewhere in the town, but his lovely blue polka-dot dress was in the anteroom. He couldn't just walk around naked all day, no matter how hot and steamy things were. But then, he noticed another door - one that blended seamlessly into the walls of the steam room. Had it been there all along?

Figuring that the haze must have hidden it before, he opened it, hoping to find his way back to the anteroom. The cool air that hit him immediately had effect, causing goosebumps to form on his skin. He could feel the beads of sweat on his naked body cool down and begin to evaporate. Even his penis reacted, retracting into his body as if afraid of the cold.

As soon as the door behind him had closed, Jon felt his body being pelted with cool, scented water, washing away the sweat that had formed on his body. The water wasn't so intense that he couldn't breathe, so he didn't panic. He stepped forward and discovered that the water was falling everywhere in the room, falling from the ceiling. The whole room was a giant shower, the whole ceiling the shower head.

The water wasn't so cold that it was uncomfortable, but cool enough that it didn't match the luxurious experience he had enjoyed in the steam room. The water's texture was soft, the scent flowery. Rubbing his hands over his body, Jon realized that he was being soaped up. His hands brought the soap to a lather that covered him entirely, the smell filling his nostrils, making him feel light, happy.

Just as he finished lathering his body, the water cooled further and lost its scented, soapy feel. A rinse cycle, Jon realized. Allowing all of the soap and sweat wash from his body, Jon shivered in the cold water. It was invigorating, yes, but freezing a the same time. He was glad that someone had thought to put this shower where he had discovered it, making sure he was nice and clean before he went into the rest of the spa, but he hoped he didn't run into one of the sexy women right away; the cold water was playing havoc with his penis size! It was embarrassingly small!

A moment later the water stopped, leaving Jon dripping wet in the cold room. He moved toward the door on the far wall. Since there were no towels or robes in the room, and since his lovely blue dress was out of reach, he opened the door and walked through naked, hoping to find something to wear quickly, before any women got a look at his cold-induced shrunken penis.