"Would you be interested in going to my place?" She asked.
Excuse me? Jon thought.
Out loud, he decided to just go with it, and play it cool. Was this some sort of sex party? "That sounds fun."
She smiled. "Now, or do you want to wait a bit?"
"Now, I guess," he said, curious what would happen.
She reached toward him and pulled the adhesive nametag off his chest. With a quick motion, she substituted it for her own and slapped hers onto his chest and walked away.
Jon was about to question this when he felt flushed. His body began to tingle, as if it had fallen asleep. He made a low noise of shock, his voice cracking and shifting. He could feel his bones moving, growing, changing inside his skin, not that it wasn't changing also. There was a growing weight on his chest...it felt like someone had inserted a bicycle pump into his nipples and had turned it on.
The final shock and pain was when an invisible hand grabbed his testicles and pulled them inside his body with a sharp yank.
Jon stumbled on the high heels that his sneakers had reformed into, nearly dropping a handbag. He clutched it with a painted and manicured hand. Suddenly, he knew all what this retreat was about. It wasn't a family retreat...it was a retreat from his family...and into another.
