Andrew in Wonderland

Chapter 2: Rebirth

 It had been at least half an hour since the strange on-stage "ceremony" but the men were far from done discussing what had gone down and what exactly was happening to them. They stood around, still completely naked in a small room. Groups of them gathered together trying to find a way to make it make sense

"This must be some sort of test or something," said one

"No way man, this is strange, maybe they really are some sort of cult," said another.

"It could be a test, but what was that they said about 'passing the baton'? Something about 'Sissy Pansies'  too, what's that?".

"Who cares, if their greeting to us is getting head like that then this place must be amazing, we need to stick through with this".

The men in the group seemed to agree, that this would clearly all be worth it in the end. Andrew stood quietly, he felt there was more to it than that, but just like the other men he had made up his mind, he would stick through with this until the end. Then again, did he really have a choice?

The men once again tried to ask the maid lady in the room as to what exactly this all meant, but she provided little assistance.

"A beautiful new world awaits you all, you must simply do as you are told without question" she answered in an angelic voice which seemed to put the men at ease.

A few minutes later she would walk to a pair of double doors on the other side of the room and open them.

"Will the first five please step in" she ordered.

Five of the men stepped through the open doors which were quickly shut afterwards. Andrew found himself in the second group, as he stepped through he found himself in a huge bathroom. Sinks on the near and far walls, Bathtubs flanked each side of the room. Around the room stood 5 maids who each instructed one of the men to step into a bathtub.

The warm water was a relief to Andrew who had been standing out butt naked in the cold hallway air for what felt like hours. A bath with his very own maid? This is the life he thought to himself. That was before she came back, holding a large sponge, she instantly started scrubbing away at him. Andrew hesitated.

"Do you want to be clean or not?" the maid asked.

Andrew relaxed as the maid moved from his head to his chest to his groin and finally his legs.

"Turn over" she ordered.

I turned so that my backside was facing upwards. She did the same, working from my head and finishing between my buttcheeks.

"Very good!" she said almost condescendingly "Please step out of the tub".

Andrew stood out of the tub and found each of the other four men doing the same. Suddenly, he could hear a buzzing sound from behind him, an electric razor blade

"Let's get rid of all this pesky body hair shall we?" the maid said smiling.

Andrew panicked, his heart started pounding, but in this split second, he remembered what the maid in the hallway had said: you must simply do as you are told without question. He relaxed and let whatever was happening happen.

The maid removed all the hair from his chest then his arms, then his legs and groin and buttcrack. Soon enough other than on the top of his head, Andrew was as smooth and hairless as a baby.

"There, Isn't that so much better?" the maid asked.

She was right, Andrew thought, it was so much better. He felt clean and tidy and something else he couldn't quite find the word for. Graceful perhaps?