Bhuddist Do-over
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 16: I Get A Job
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 16: I Get A Job - A novel-length do-over about a man born in 1955: he lived until 2038. A retired Buddhist monk befriended Mason and caused strange things to happen. Mace died normally, only to wake up at age 13 with all of his old memories. But he's not living his life over. Everything is really different. He's on a parallel planet with a completely different history and bizarre morals. It is the polar opposite of feminism. Succinctly stated: it's a fun romp. 33 chapters. Slow start.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Coercion Consensual Rags To Riches Restart DoOver Time Travel Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Anal Sex Analingus First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Voyeurism Hairy Size Small Breasts
I went home. Mom was the only one at home. So I talked to her and explained that I was called into a counselor’s office at school.
I said, “They called me in to discuss my possible future. In the meeting, the counselor discovered I have the ‘Spark’ - an ability to use magic. The counselor sent me to an agent in town who tests people to see what abilities they have.”
I said, “He found out I’m a Feaxist. A kind of hair removal expert. My best way forward is to start making my living with magic right away. It will strengthen my overall abilities.”
He recommended that I quit school right away. Continuing with school will cost me a lot of money I could be earning. It would delay the start of my career and later advancement. I can make a good living starting right now.”
Mom asked, “What talent did he find in you?”
“I will use my magic to remove hair permanently using magic. It’s called an Esthetician Depilation Specialist.”
She said, “WHAT? You are joking, right? I have never heard of that power.”
I said, “No, Mom, I’m not joking at all. I can prove it. Want me to do one of your armpits to prove it?”
“Uh, I really thought you were pulling a fast one. Alright, do my left armpit.” She lifted her arm.
I said, “OK, here goes. I covered her armpit with my hand and said, “Tellenia-ha”.
I rubbed my hand gently over her armpit, and it was soft and warm. I felt no friction from stubble at all.
I smiled.
She had to check, “Wow, you did it. What did you call that again?”
I said, “Magicians call me a Feaxist. Depilation is when someone removes your hair. A Depilation Specialist uses magic to remove it permanently. They add the Specialist part at the end. That’s because we do a service that lasts almost forever and is totally pain-free. It’s a ‘Special’ service and is more expensive.”
She said, “Well, you might as well do my other armpit.”
“OK.”
She raised the other arm and turned so I could reach it.
I said, “Tellenia-ha” for that armpit and felt it to make sure it was done well. I was doing more than testing Mom’s armpit hair. It was using a sensual touch and went a little further than the armpit itself.”
Mom shivered. “Mmmm, I need to think about this. What other plans have you made?”
I said, “None yet. I had to talk to you first; I’m still underage.”
“But I need to go to the Spa tomorrow. My agent, Mr. Mullen, recommended that. He made an appointment for in he morning to meet the owner, so I need to apply for a job. He said Alannah’s Beauty Spa is the best place in our area.”
She said, “Oh, that is the best place in town. Do you think they will hire you just like that?”
“Yes, I do. Mr. Mullen said Feaxists are exceptionally rare. He is certain I will get hired on the spot. He told me there is one person in Hollywood Beach; she is the only Feaxist in the whole lower half of Florida.”
She said, “I will talk to your Dad later tonight. Um, you can do that anywhere on the body?”
I saw Mom’s face get pink.
He-hee. I knew what she was thinking. She’s thinking I could do her Fanny; I would love to see where I came from.
I said, “Yes, I could. But, with a BIG BUT, I am not looking forward to doing hair removal on men.”
“Ha ha. I bet you wouldn’t. I was wondering about my Fanny, sweetheart.”
I said, “It only takes a few moments. I did one earlier today as a test. She loved it.”
“Can I ask who?”
“Sure, it was a young girl named Gracie; she works for my agent as his receptionist. She was very happy I did it afterward since magic depilation is really expensive.”
Mom burst out, “Mace, will you do my Fanny?”
“Of course I will, Mom.”
She stood up and pulled her Tanga down. Her awesome breasts wobbled when she did that. Up close, it affected me in a certain way. I smelled her excitement. Women sure get excited here easy and quick. That’s just kinky, my own Mom...
I had her sit on the couch. I opened her legs and cupped her vulva with my right hand and her taint with my left forefinger.
I said gutturally, Salasia to relax her. Her body instantly relaxed.
I paused, then said gutturally, Tellenia-ha to remove all of Mom’s Fanny hair.
I carefully checked for any hair I might have missed. I did a very good job checking and checking Mom’s Fanny even more.
While still feeling Mom’s pussy for stubble, I held my middle finger against her crease to make sure it was clean. Out of the blue, I impulsively subliminally said Chookxa.
I wondered if it would work just thinking it hard, rather than using a guttural pronunciation.
Mom groaned hard and had a convulsion. Her gut shuddered from my cantrip to make her climax.
“EEEeee ... Mace! ... You little stinker. You got a little free with your hands there.”
I gave her a silly, guilty grin.
She said, “I see you are going to be hard to handle.”
I thought, ‘You have no idea, Mom.’
Mom had to get dressed right away to go pick up Bella from school. She gets out earlier than we do. Well, I guess I will be out of school now.
Later, I heard Marcy pull in on her Honda. She came in and said, “I did not see you at school all day. What’s up?”
I said, “I had a meeting with the school counselor during first bell. She sent me to an agent who can test people for magic. I have magic, Sis.”
“Oooo ... What can you do?”
I said, “Oh, nothing much. I can remove body hair permanently; that’s all.”
“Baloney!”
I said, “Oh Ya! I can prove it. I can do your armpits easily.”
She said, “Do my armpits? OK.”
I said, “Lose your top.”
She said, “How about we take this to our bedroom?”
“Great idea,” ( Said the spider to the fly. )
I shut our door for a modicum of privacy. Marcy had just tossed her top on her bed. She sat on it, and I leaned over and put my hands on her armpits.
My crotch is suggestively close to her face, my firmness evident. Touching Mom had revved up my engine; and now this ... Holy crap.
I said gutturally, Salasia to relax Marcy.
Then I said, “Tellenia-ha to remove her armpit hair.
I, of course, had to check my work. Since I was so close, I drew my fingertips lightly across her boobies and armpits - for several minutes.
I had accidentally, on purpose, made my sister wet; I could smell her desire.
Marcy said, “M-Mace, can you do the other?”
“Your ‘Hoo-haw ‘?”
“Um-hum, my Hoo-haw.”
I said, “OK, but you’ll need to strip all the way and spread your legs.”
She pulled her bottoms off and opened her legs quickly. I got on the floor on my knees and covered her Hoo-haw using both hands.
I saidTellenia-ha.
I immediately began to caress her pussy, checking for stubble, when I got a great idea. I opened her legs wider, and leaned over and used my cheeks to check Marcy for stubble. This is a much better way to check for stubble.
During a second check, I gave her a long, slow lick from the bottom to the top of her opening. A few more licks and I did not have to use magic to make her cum.
She grabbed my head: “Oh! Ooohhhhhhhhhhh, ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...”
I got up from my knees, my back and knees protesting from the position I’d been in.
I stood, dropped my boyshorts to the floor, and waited. After a few minutes, she came around, noticed me and my cock problem. She sat back up to look at Mace Junior, just inches from her face.
Marcy scooted forward and began to return the favor. In my mind, I was thinking of Gracie’s sweet pussy as I groaned and jetted my cum.
Marcy did an excellent job of cleaning me up.
I had a stray thought about earlier: ‘Morgan is a lucky man. Gracie can’t be a day over 15.’
The next morning, as we were dressing, Marcy for school and me for my job interview. Marcy picked out my outfit. She picked a pair of shorts that went down to mid-thigh.
My pecker is a shower, not a grower, so I look like I have a Polish sausage in my shorts all the time. These make my cock less noticeable because these shorts are looser.
It’s the style here to show your pecker, kind of like the Middle Ages when men went around showing their stuff. They got so weird they came up with codpieces to make their junk look bigger.
I was not all that into showing my pecker all day long. These were better because they are a little baggy.
Females show themselves differently here; their clothes are designed to flash men. I figure this has to do with the 2:1 female-to-male ratio. Women have to be a lot more open to sex. Women who hesitate have few or no babies. They show their feminine parts to attract men for sex.
Marcy picked out a matching tank top for me that goes with my shorts. I have dark green sneakers that go with my green shorts and lighter green tank. The shirt and shorts have something else in them, a small touch of gray, perhaps. I had wondered about these shoes. I guess this outfit passes as formal wear.
Marcy had dragged the shirt and shorts from the bottom of my drawers. I had never looked deep in the drawers since Marcy is always there when I go to dress.
How long has that been going on? I think she wants to see me naked a lot. When she helps me dress, it seems she has to touch me in several places. Dumb Mace just assumed it was his due since she had been playing him since they reached puberty. They could have been fooling around the edges for years.
I went to the bathroom to check myself out in the mirror. I’m concerned about the clothing style here and how it relates to the lack of air conditioning. I still hadn’t seen anyone in long pants here. Mace has long pants in her drawers. When I thought about them, I realized people wear long pants only in cold weather here.
It may be because of the lack of air conditioning, but the skin-tight fit is still dubious. In my first life, I always found that loose cotton shorts were pretty cool in the Florida heat. They allowed air to circulate. When I’m soft, these shorts are loose enough to hide my pecker. They let air circulate up my pant legs.
During cold weather, we wear sweaters here, with long pants and socks. I don’t think I have seen leather shoes on anyone here. Odd ... Financial conservatism or time of year?
While I was in the shower, I made my own stubble go away where it counts. I did not do it on my face, so I shaved. I may want a beard someday; who knows? I had worn a goatee and mustache for several decades.
After we got dressed, we had breakfast. Then we left, Marcy went to school, and I went to my interview.
At the spa, I sat on my Honda off to the side, waiting. A sports car pulled up. A fairly tall woman got out. Mace’s memory told me the car was a 1958 Ford Thunderbird.
The nameplate may say Thunderbird, but this car isn’t the Thunderbird I remember. The one I knew had mild bug-out headlights; these are flush with the body, and the tail fins are smaller too. This car’s about the same small size, and the color is a bright red.
Oh my! Alannah O’Challum reminds me a lot of a young thirty-year-old Ann Margaret. But she has bright butter-blonde hair.
Butter-blonde is the yellow color some butter has. They get it from cattle that only graze on grass. Grain-fed cattle, on the other hand, provide white butter.
At age 30, Anne Margaret’s body was slim, sexy, and so very curvy. Alannah is a perfect ‘C cup’ up top. In a word: ‘Delicious.’
Without bras, tit watching is a natural pastime here. Women don’t mind it; they actually encourage men who look at them and want them. I hope to get to see Alannah’s tits some day. I love the slow wobble hers have.
Her top is tight and leaves only her breast coloring to my imagination. I can see the outline of her areolas, and her nipples show themselves too. She is dressed for success.
Watching her walk to the door, her body does things to me. I could swear I heard a can-can drum somewhere, in tune with her sweet bum cheeks shifting from side to side. Alannah O’Challum has to be at least 5’ 10”.
After she opened the door, she turned and came over to me.
She said, “Are you Mason Carpenter?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She said, “Come on in, honey. I’ll turn on the lights, and we can discuss things in my office. You’re really a Feaxist, an Esthetician Specialist, and experienced at doing depilation?”
“Yes, ma’am. I have used my talent several times now. It works flawlessly.”
She said, “Who was the last person you used it on?”
“Er ... On myself.” I felt my face flush.
She said, “Ha ha, that’s funny, but perfectly understandable.”
A blonde girl came to the door. I opened the door for her, and she went in. We followed her in.
She said to the girl, “Tammy, this is Mason Carpenter. I am taking him into my office to interview him for a job. Would you start by turning on the lights and opening the spa? I think Mason and I will be busy for an hour or so.”
“Yes, Alannah.”
Alannah motioned me to an office off to the side. Inside, I saw a large viewing window that let her see the main area of the beauty salon. The lights coming on in the spa drew my eye to the window.
The spa is crowded with desks on one side. The far side has strange chairs with tubs in front of them. Further back, many doors line each side, likely leading to small rooms for who knows what purpose.
After we sat down at Alannah’s desk, she asked, “Did Morgan give you a contract for me to sign?”
I said, “Yes, ma’am.” I pulled it from my backpack, which I had brought with me. I handed the contract to her.
She read it and sighed, “So, it’s really true. He has finally found me my very own Feaxist. You, my young friend, and I are going to do a lot of business together. A lucrative business.”
She went to the window into her business and looked out for a minute. She lowered the shade and came back over.
She said, “OK, one little test. Please remove my pubic hair. If you succeed, we will start talking dollars and cents. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
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