This was supposed to be a weekend of fun for the Cohen family. Little Rafael was supposed to be at home with his chill babysitter while his parents went on a romantic getaway to a special hotel for adults only. He was going to order takeout, and stay up all night watching the R rated films he wasn't allowed to. That is, until the babysitter got some severe food poisoning, and there wasn't anyone who could care for the young boy at the last minute. It was also too late to cancel the trip to get a refund. So here he was, bored out of his wits while his parents stood at the front desk doing everything they could to convince the hotel to let him stay.
After what felt like forever, they finally convinced the employee manning the front desk to take it up to the manager, who took one look at Rafael playing on his Switch Lite, and smirked. "Don't worry," he told his parents. "You're not the first couple to end up in this predicament here. We have a special procedure for moments like this."
He then nodded to the concierge, who nodded back and left her post. The woman held a hand out to Rafael with a warm smile. "Come on," she said. "I'll take you to a super special room while your parents work out all the boring stuff."
Rafael followed her as she led them through an unmarked door. As they left, he heard the manager say, "how would you like an upgrade for your troubles? A cute couple like you should love our hon-" before the door closed on him.
A few twisty corridors later, and Rafael found himself inside a sterile room with dark walls, and modern furniture. Off to the side, he could see a small bathroom that was just as bland. It looked more like a doctor's office than a playroom. Why they thought this was a good place to wait was beyond him. At least the lobby had that cool water fountain and a few plants to brighten up the room.
The woman hadn't followed him inside, so he made himself uncomfortable on one of the dull chairs until she burst through the door carrying a cumbersome cardboard box. She stopped in the center and carefully tipped its contents out onto the floor. Rafael's eyes widened, it was a bunch of toys! A very weird selection of toys. Cuddly toys, action figures, board games, trading cards, even a few game consoles. He could feel his hands twitching as he wanted to rummage through himself, but the concierge lady stopped him.
"Ah-ah-ah," she chided. "You're only allowed to choose one toy. Then we'll begin the process."
Only one toy!? Rafael frowned. That was hardly fair when there were dozens to choose from. And he had to be the only kid at the resort, it wasn't like he had to share! Still, there was a sense that this was an important decision. He quickly discarded the girls toys like the plushies and the dolls from the equation, not wanting to even touch them. Then he reluctantly discarded the video game consoles, since there was no TV to connect them to. In the end, from the meager selection left, he reached out and grabbed a colorful 9x9 square cube.
The woman nodded her head in approval. "Ah, the Rubik's Cube. An interesting choice. The most popular Christmas gift in 1980, if you didn't know. Not too old, but still a little retro." She ruffled his hair with a smile, and pointed back to the chairs. "Now go and sit down while the grown ups work out this little mess you've managed to put us in."
Rafael didn't like being blamed, it wasn't his fault his babysitter fell ill. But he didn't want to cause any more problems, so he returned to his seat, puzzle cube in hand. When he looked back up, the lady was already gone. The mass of toys had also vanished. The only sign any of that had even happened was the toy he now clutched to his chest. The main reason he chose it is because he'd never played with one before, yet always wanted to. He'd seen it in movies and TV shows, and videos online of people who could solve them in seconds. He doubted he would ever reach that level, but he'd like to solve it at least once.
The cube was already mixed up, so he couldn't just memorize a pattern backwards. So he started the only way he knew how, wild guessing. Rafael shuffled his hands at full speed, just like he'd seen the pros do, and when he came to a stop, it was just as jumbled as ever. He sighed in defeat. They made it look so easy...
An abrupt thought came to his head. What if he tried making a cross. He felt like he'd heard that in one of his TikToks. Where else would he have found a how-to guide to solving a Rubik's? He settled on the white center square, flipping sections around until he'd aligned four other white squares with it.
As he did so, each twist of the cube sent an imperceptible pulse through his body, a force that dug down deep into the core of his self, and unlocked potential within. Minuscule changes quivered throughout. He'd grow a centimeter taller here, or gain a pound of muscle there. Initially unnoticeable, these minuscule changes quickly added up as he blossomed through puberty.
Now Rafael was stumped. He had the cross, but what about the corners... He rubbed at his chin in thought, noting that it felt weirdly rough and prickly. But before he could dwell on the peculiar feeling, inspiration struck him. If he rotated one side downwards, the bottom to the right, then the side back upwards... It worked! "Yes!" He boomed in an uncharacteristically gritty voice. "That's how it's done!"
Things were heating up, he thought as he flipped those white corners into place. He wiped the sweat dripping down his brow. And his clothes felt restricting. Without a second thought, he grabbed his shirt and ripped it from his body, sighing as all the heat and pressure released in an instant. He ran a hand across his bare chest, feeling the tight muscle and hair that encapsulated them. It didn't feel right, but he had to focus. He'd finished the white face, and was making leeway on the rest. Instinct told him to flip it over and begin working on the opposing yellow side.
Forming another colored cross was easier said than done. A lot of backtracking and breaking up what he'd already accomplished, which didn't feel great. What also didn't feel amazing was the growing pressure in his pants, which looked more like shorts on his growing body. They dug into his thighs until a small shift in posture sent a ripple of tears through the flimsy fabric. Without taking an eye off of his cube, Rafael ripped the shredded pant-shorts off of his legs, freeing the meaty, hair covered thighs from their confines.
Finally, he had his yellow cross. He was so close, he could sense victory in his grip! But these last corners were tripping him up. Rafael grit his teeth from the stress. He brushed a hand through his shortened hair, and a wave of white hairs followed its path. It consumed the lower half of his hair in its steel-like grasp. Then he scratched at his chin, spreading even more greys throughout his freshly grown facial hair that bristled into view. He pulled various faces, each one adding an extra wrinkle or deepening the creases on his already rugged brow.
With one final twist, he had done it. He'd solved the Rubik's Cube! Rafael tossed it up in the air with a booming cheer. He'd actually solved it! The impossible was now possible! But could he do it again? Of course he could! He mixed up the cube up once more, as random as he could. Then got busy once more, solving it in less than half the time it took initially. It was like muscle memory to him at this point. The rush died down fast, and he was bored again. What else could he do, he thought to himself as he rubbed his prickly chin. His finger movements grew less and less steady until he paused mid-stroke. Why did his face feel so scratchy and sharp anyway? And why did the room feel so much smaller? Wasn't he dressed when he entered the room? And why did his bare body look so brawny?
Rafael knew something was wrong, but he couldn't focus on the what. It was like his mind was being scrambled, stopping him from coming to any proper conclusion. So in this haze, he ran towards the bathroom. Maybe getting a look at himself would help shake some cobwebs out.
He shook his body out, hyping himself up a little, before stepping in front of the mirror. It was almost like looking through a window at a stranger. There was a disconnect from the distance, but still frightening to see someone unexpected. But underneath that rugged exterior before him, Rafael could still see himself within his eyes. It was, however, the only part of him that he recognized. At the same time, there was a sense of familiarity with this new body. It was surreal, he knew that this man was himself. He could feel the stubble on his face, and the muscles in his arms. But it couldn't be him, he was only a kid. He was a boy solving a puzzle cube, not a man with salt and pepper locks, and rugged skin. But what a man he was...
Could he say for certain that he was a boy? Maybe he'd hit his head, and his memory got all mixed up. He certainly didn't look like a boy. Whether it was his beard-encrusted chin and matured, hairy beef that aided the illusion, or the almost imperceptible ache in his joints. But he didn't feel particularly youthful right now. He sighed, and dragged a hand down his face. His skin felt a little looser, and there were lines at the corner of his eyes. Crows feet, he thought as he prodded at them with a frown. Maybe he was having one of those mid-life crises he'd heard the other adults talk about. Did it count if you only looked middle age?
He stepped back from the mirror, and tried to clear his mind. He arrived at the resort with Betty and Pete... His parents, that is. Though they were both younger than him by a decade, at least. Which couldn't be right. How could he be older than the people who conceived him? He felt his headache get more intense. Would they still even recognize him? He was a far cry from their baby boy at this point.
At least he was a handsome guy. Plus, look at how buff he was. He must work out a ton to get muscles like that. Rafael lifted his arms in a stretch, his eyes being drawn to the jungles beneath. He tugged on the hair underneath his armpits, poking his tongue out at the feeling. Then he gave himself a cautionary whiff before frowning in disgust. He'd never been sweaty before, and he wasn't sure he liked it. Enough so, that he took another whiff just to be sure, inhaling his musk in deep. It made his stomach feel twisty, and he felt a weird throb in his nether regions. He finally noticed that his underwear were still intact and getting increasingly tighter, close to ripping at the seams. He almost laughed at the sudden thought. Here he was having an identity crisis, and he wanted to strip down naked. Although it couldn't be good for the gonads to be trapped in such tight confines...
His curiosity got the better of him. Rafael pulled his underwear down, and stood butt-naked with a silly grin. There was even more hair surrounding his penis, which had grown to be about the same length as the palm of his hand. The tip of his cock nestled quite comfortably beside his thumb as he held it aloft. It felt heavier than expected within his grip. It also sent an odd tingle down his back. He let go, then wiggled his hips a little, watching as his genitals bounced from left to right. It was a little childish of him, he had to admit. But he couldn't help it. He was like a kid in a grown man's body. Or he was a kid in a... Rafael rubbed his temples, trying to rid himself of this headache. What was up with him? Ever since he arrived at the resort, things had been weird. Ever since he touched that Rubik's Cube, actually. Could it be the cause? Perhaps there was a hallucinogen on the squares, or -
Rafael froze as he heard the door to the room creak open. He peeked out of the bathroom to see a random stranger in a lab coat enter with a clipboard. He had to be half his age, a real greenhorn who looked eager to please. "Are you still in here, Mister... I don't know your name, actually. Was it Ralph?" Rafael locked eyes with the man, who broke into a wild grin. "Oh, what a beauty!" he exclaimed. "We haven't had a man like you in quite some time. What was it, the Cabbage Patch Kids? The Star Wars figures? It had to be something before my time, unless you're predisposed to graying."
"Woah!" Rafael reached down and covered his crotch as best as he could, looking for something to better hide his nudity. "Would it kill you to knock first? I'm indecent!"
"Oh, it's nothing I haven't seen before," the man said with a chuckle. "Sorry, let me introduce myself. I'm Doctor John Robinson. I'll be assisting your transition into your new life." He sat down in one of the chairs, then motioned to the one opposite him. "Come on, sit. We have things to discuss. I'm sure you have questions yourself."
Rafael squinted at the man with distrust. He stayed standing on the outskirts of the room. "So many questions. What happened to me? Why do I feel like a man, but also not a man? Was it something to do with the toys? What do they-"
"Woah, woah! Mister mile-a-minute here!" John clicked his pen, and flipped the paper on his clipboard over. "First things first, it's normal to feel a sense of "wrongness" after the initial displacement. You'll feel right as rain pretty soon, especially once I help move things along. Now tell me a little about yourself."
"Okay..." He twiddled his thumbs, then said in a rehearsed manner, "My name is Rafael Cohen, and I am eight and a half years old." He stressed the half as if it were the most important thing in the world. "I live in a house with my mom and dad and my two cats, Pebbles and Bam-Bam. My favorite class in school is geography, and I am on the volleyball team."
"Heh, very cute response," the man smiled. "Cute, but no longer accurate I'm afraid. You're not a boy any more, and you don't live with your parents." He looked around until his eyes fell on the table between them. "Ah, the Rubik's cube. I should have known. A fine vintage. That would now place you at... forty-five years old."
"Nuh-uh!" Rafael shook his head defiantly, blind to his current predicament. "I'm not really that old, I just look it, that's all..."
John frowned. "Hmm, you still need some mental re-calibrations..." He tapped his pen on his notebook, and began to write. "Let's see, you arrived here with your sister and her husband, when you fell ill. Not wanting to ruin your vacation, they were upgraded to the honeymoon suite, leaving you with a room all to yourself to recover."
"Sister?" Rafael mumbled. Didn't he arrive with his parents? Though that didn't make sense, they were retired and lived halfway round the world at this point. But.. No, his grandparents were... He gripped his head and growled, "Betty isn't my..."
"Your sister Betty, yes. They invited you to join them at the resort, given your recent divorce and all."
"Huh? No, I'm not divorced... I can't be, I haven't even been married!"
"Still in denial I see. Don't worry, the uncoupling was amicable. You'd both drifted apart, and wanted new things in life."
Which was a nice way of saying they'd both been having affairs. His ex-wife had spent many years sleeping with her masseuse behind his back, around the same time that Rafael had come to terms with his repressed homosexuality, striking up many passionate liaisons to make up for lost time. It was funny, in a way. When the truth finally came out, it was like a weight off his shoulders. They'd both been terrible people, but at least they could move forward after decades in a loveless marriage.. Rafael's eyes opened wide, where did that come from!? It was a life he had never known, yet those memories were crystal clear. "Wait, no..." he whimpered quietly. "I would never..."
"Of course, Sheila wasn't too happy that you left her with the kids for the weekend at the last minute." John continued, unabashed by Rafael's existential crisis. "Two boys, twins I believe. A few months shy of their eighteenth birthday."
"No... I don't..."
"We can't forget your eldest son, of course. He just graduated from college, and now works in marketing. You worry about him all the time, alone in the big city. But he's a man himself now, turning twenty-three by the end of the year." John paused for a second. "Huh, not much younger than me... You see a lot of yourself in him, of the man you could have been if you hadn't been so scared to accept yourself. Why, he's about the same age you were when he was born. How time flies. It won't be long until you're-"
"Stop it!" Rafael interrupted with a gravelly bellow. "Stop saying these things, these lies! I don't know what you're trying to do, but it's going to stop!"
Rafael backed away from the man, trying to escape the words that were altering his existence, until his back brushed against the wall. What he was saying wasn't real. It couldn't be. He wasn't a divorced father of three. He didn't have an adult son who was old enough to drink and graduate from college. He wasn't this buff, hairy, graying, middle-aged DILF. This was just a nightmare he was having. Any minute now, he was going to jolt awake in his cozy bedroom to his parents bidding him goodbye and leaving him in the company of his awesome babysitter...
As Rafael cowered by the curtains, John sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why are you making this so difficult," he growled. "You're a man. There's nothing that will change that now. That grizzled reflection is permanent. This resort is for adults only. If you're not an adult, we simply make you one. If you didn't want to man up, then you shouldn't have come."
"I didn't want to! I only wanted to play the new Pokémon game and order pizza," Rafael whimpered. He gazed at his hands, large and veiny with tiny hairs scattered across the back of them. His palms were rough and calloused from his day job in the workshop. They were normally covered with grease and oil from the cars he worked on, but not now. Not ever. He was still a kid at primary school, but all evidence pointed to the contrary. "I didn't want this..."
"Nobody wants to grow up, but it happens to all of us," the man said. "You might not like that you've grown up faster than your peers, but I'm only trying to help you here. Call it unfair, but shit happens. You have a whole new life to adapt to, and the more you fight against it, the more difficult my job becomes."
"I don't care! I wasn't even supposed to be at this stupid hotel!" Rafael stomped back and forth as he ranted. "It's only because my stupid babysitter got stupid food poisoning, and stupid nobody could look after me! That doesn't mean you can grow me up like some stupid plant! It's not fair!"
"Your babysitter got food poisoning, you say?" John asked, trying a new tactic. "Are you sure it wasn't you who fell ill?"
"What?"
"These hallucinations and hysteria you've shown over the past hour or so. Why do you think you're in the medical center? You came to see me, remember?"
"No, I didn't... The lady at the desk, she-"
"She noticed you looked unwell, and suggested you let me take a look at you. I recommended you rest in here, but it only seems to have exacerbated your mania..."
"You're lying. I'm not sick, I'm perfectly fine! You know, for an eight year old forced into adulthood!"
"Shh, don't worry. I think there's only one last option to help you. It's a little unorthodox, but once you've let off some steam, I think you'll find you're much more susceptible to my help..."
Carefully, John approached Rafael and gently took him by the shoulders. Rafael flinched from his touch, not wanting to be drawn further into this fantasy, but not wanting to escape. He allowed himself to be led away from the back of the room towards one of the chairs, where John sat him down, and straddled him. Slowly, he slid his hands down across Rafael's chest, gently squeezing his pecs along the way. His hands slid further and further down, sliding over his abs and towards his crotch. Rafael shuddered from the touch and held his breath, not wanting this feeling to stop. The man trailed his fingers across his penis, sending jolts of energy up his back. The brief encounter from another man's touch caused it to throb and swell to fantastic proportions. Rafael gasped, his cock was already impressive when flaccid, but it had almost doubled in size as the blood rushed through it. Then he took Rafael's right hand and guided it towards his erect cock, delicately wrapping each finger around the shaft. Slowly, John pumped Rafael's hand up and down, helping him to get into a constant rhythm. Rafael felt more of those jolts of pleasure with every stroke, and was desperate to feel more. It took a few seconds to realize that John had stepped away from him, and he was rubbing his own cock by himself.
He knew it was wrong to masturbate in front of the man. But there was a weird thrill about having someone watch him pleasure himself. Besides, he'd pretty much initiated the whole thing. Either way, it felt so good that he didn't want to stop. Almost enough to make him feel okay with his current predicament. If this is what jacking off felt like, then imagine how good it would feel to fuck another man, holding him close, and hearing him moan as he pounded his ass. Rafael almost seemed surprised at the thought. But it wasn't surprising at all, he was a virile, beefy, grade-A DILF. He'd wasted his best years in a loveless marriage when he could have been with any man he wanted.
No! This wasn't what he was supposed to be feeling! He wasn't a man, he was a boy. Yet the longer he yanked on his cock, the faster those lingering thoughts were fading. Try as he might, he couldn't stop himself. He looked over to the young man who watched him with a neutral expression. Automatically, he felt like he needed to put on a show. He started flexing his free arm, kissing his bicep, and feeling up his toned body. Then he lifted his arm and took a deep breath, inhaling his musky scent with a shudder. That's exactly how a man should smell. His stuck his nose in further, drowning in his own scent. He stuck his tongue out to taste the salty sweetness, his pounding getting more erratic. Maybe this wasn't so bad, being a man. Not when it felt this good to showcase his masculinity. He grasped his pecs and tweaked his nipples, even more pleasure spiking his adrenaline. He had to accept it, he'd never be a boy again. He was a man, a daddy, a DILF.
Until finally, his hips buckled, his body shook, his cock throbbed in release. Rafael cried out in guiltless pleasure, and hot bolts of cum rained down upon his awaiting body. He laid back panting for a minute, soaking in the afterglow. Eventually, he smiled to himself as he used a scrap of fabric to wipe himself clear. Then he looked up to the younger man watching him, and the color drained from his face. "Oh shit," he uttered aloud. "I am so sorry, sir. I don't know what came over me. I can't believe I-"
"Nonsense!" John said with a wave of his hand. "It's only natural that you'd want to release some of that pent-up energy, and clear your mind. Maybe you'll begin to feel more like yourself. So how are you feeling?"
"A little better, actually," Rafael said with a slight smile. "My head feels a little clearer..."
"Good, good. Let's just do a little reality check. Can you give me your name, age, and occupation please."
"Uhm, the name's Rafael. I'm forty-five. And I'm a mechanic down in Monroe."
John grinned a little too unnaturally. "Very good!" He cheered. "And tell me Rafael, what brings you to our resort?"
"It's a little embarrassing actually," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I kind of got divorced a few months back. I mean, we'd been drifting apart for years, but we kept the marriage together for the kids, you know? But my Bobby's already gone through college, and it's not long 'til the twins set off on their own as well, so it felt natural, ya know? My baby sis talked me inta comin' to this joint so I could get back out there, meet some like-minded folks, ya know?"
"Oh?" John asked, noticing the shift in intonation. From polite to casually rough. "Freshly divorced and you're already on the look for a new lady?"
"Uhm, a fella actually." He chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah, another reason I got divorced is 'cause I turned inta a homo... Uh, no offense," he added with a defensive wave of the hands. "I'm kinda new to this whole gay thing, I dunno the propa lingo for stuff."
"None taken," John smiled. "Though I have to ask how you came to that revelation."
"This bear of a guy needed me ta fix his bike afta a nasty accident, he treated me t' a fancy dinna in gratitude. I got tipsy, and one thing led t' anotha. Which led ta many others... But ta be fair, the wife weren't innocent neither, since she's been sleepin' with her massage guy since the twins were in pre-school... " There was an awkward silence until Rafael heaved a heavy sigh. "Sorry, didn' mean ta air m' dirty laundry like that. 'sides, I ain't lookin' for nothin' serious. A few hook-ups here and there, ease myself inta the lifestyle, ya know?"
"Right, yes..." John frowned. This transition had not gone anywhere according to plan. But at least the man had finally given up the notion of childhood. Looking at the silver fox before him, it was hard to believe he'd even been a kid mere hours ago. And while he was a handsome man, he didn't really want to look at his naked form for a minute longer. John nodded to the pile of fabric scraps, and said, "You seem cured to me. I think it's time you left the medical center and restarted your vacation."
"Take it if you'd like, as a memento."
"No kiddin?" He grinned as he swiped the block. "I bet Bobby'd love ta see one'a these. He's a real math whizz, top o' his class! Hold on, lemme give y'me card." Rafael produced a paper card and handed it to John. "In case ya need a mechanic for anythin. And I mean anythin." He added with a wink. "I best scram outta here before my baby sis gets worried. Maybe I'll see ya around."
As the beefcake mechanic left the room with a tuneless whisttle, John looked at the business card, then back to Rafael. He stroked his chin in consideration before giving his shoulders a shrug. "He's cute, but he's far too old for me," he said aloud as he tore the card in half. "He's almost old enough to be my dad."
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