Bhuddist Do-over
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 32: Setting Up A Depilation Practice
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 32: Setting Up A Depilation Practice - 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
Rain said, “We didn’t know how many hours you wanted to work or what you were planning to charge. I figured out that you can’t be here at the college as a student because of your responsibilities.”
Rain continued, “By the time you get home, your next batch of damsels will be there waiting for you. This time they will be a mix of ages. More of them will be adults than girls. The young girls were the first attempt at running the experiment. That proved more successful than we anticipated.
We have many adult female witches here with little chance of having children with a mage. I hope grown women are not a problem? The 10:1 ratio of witches to mages means you are very desirable to all of us. Mature mages are not very good at making babies, whereas you obviously are.”
I said, “Adult women wanting children may just make my job easier. We’ll have to see. Did Doc tell you I can get them pregnant with twins now?”
“Doc? Oh, you mean Doctor Townsend? No, I don’t think he mentioned twins.”
I said, “Should I leave it up to the witches in question as to whether they want one or two babies?”
She said, “That might be best. We at the school shouldn’t tell witches to have two children at a time rather than one. If something goes wrong, I would feel bad about that.”
I said, “Did you want me to depilate your unwanted hair while I am here?”
“I did not want to impose on you.”
I said, “What is one more? It takes little effort on my part.”
“This way you get a better idea about what I do and how I do it. Just so you know, I use a cantrip word, and the magic doesn’t come directly from me. I can do this all day, every day without getting tired doing just depilations. Healing and body changes like stretch marks, those tire me out.”
She turned her head. “Yes, please do it. I think showing me by doing it on me is a great idea. What do I need to do?”
I said, “First, you need to take your clothes off. I cannot remove hair that I cannot see.”
She smiled as if to say, “Duh!”
Then she looked a bit shaken by the idea of stripping here, smiling nervously. She slowly stood and began removing her clothes uneasily.
I used “ Salasia “ subliminally to help her feel relaxed around me.
It looks like she shaves her armpits. This may be because her armpits are often exposed by the skimpy tops women like to wear here. She may run clippers or an electric shaver over her pubic mound. Her mound looks a bit rough, skin-wise, and she has a three-day shadow there.
Electric shavers do exist, but they are not like a rotary shaver here. These seriously suck at shaving. They look like a 40s-era shaver that waves a cutter blade back and forth across a thin metal screen. Hair doesn’t want to go through the screen, and the machine runs slowly.
She looks good for her early-to-mid-30s, a little soft, maybe, but still reasonably fit. I saw no signs of pregnancy. That complicates things.
I used “ Tellenia-ha “ to remove her frontal hair.
I had her turn around, and I had her bend over to do her back end, where I thought, ‘Nice butt, Rain.’
I had her turn around and lay my hands on her tummy, my eyes closed to concentrate.
I said, “You have eggs still; have you had any children?”
She said, “No, I wanted a mage’s baby ... But it’s hard to connect with a mage at the right time to get pregnant. There is a lack of mages here, that 10:1 ratio.”
“I can drop an egg at any time; just tell me when you wish me to do that for you.”
She said, “You mean you could do that right now?”
I said, “Yes, easily. You still need to find a willing man. Do you have anyone in mind?”
She said, “Yes, but I can’t ask him. Uh, he’s my boss. That’s frowned upon.”
I said, “Don’t tell anyone, or find someone who’s not a boss.”
She said, “You’re not a boss. In a way, I’m your boss, but my level is low enough that nobody would care.”
I said, “They would not say anything anyway because my job here is to get witches pregnant. If I did it, I would be me just doing my job for the association.”
I undid the button on my shorts, and they slid off. The talk and Rain’s nudity already had me raring to go.
I put my hand on her mound and healed her razor burn. I focused so her mound would plump up a bit. Her cunt is a bony one.
I knew she would be dry, so I used “ Jonyika “ so her vagina would get wet enough for sex.
She looked at Junior dubiously. “Damn, that’s a big one, isn’t it?”
I grinned, “I haven’t made any measurements. Nobody told me that it’s too small.”
“I bet!”
I prodded her body so she was at the edge of the table. I slid my pecker up and down her now glistening vagina and held it there. I do appreciate a padded, wet cunt. I reached for her breasts and held them gently and ran my hands over them ever so lightly.
“Oh, that’s nice.”
I trailed my hands over her tummy and just caressed her as I slowly eased my way into her in many small steps.
I asked, “Is this your First time?”
She nodded, “Yes.”
I said, “OK, I’ll go slow so you can enjoy it longer.” ( and me as well )
With my hands on her tummy, I looked at it and imagined what it would have looked like 15 years ago. I thought about her tits being firmer. Her nipples rosier, since her areolas are a light tan.
I did not tighten her vagina. Looser may be better when she has our baby in nine months.
I dropped an egg and focused on having a boy. I pictured a boy as I got close. This idea was, in a way, a revelation. Up until now, I had not given much thought to the sex of my children. They were supposed to be 10:1 female.
I have never liked other males much, except for my own father. Dhadul Nepali was the only male friend I had ever really had. The rest were coworkers or other men I had met or knew in the Navy. In the Navy, it was dog-eat-dog. Most went out in groups and got drunk together, or hung out in the fantail smoking.
I was not a teetotaler, but I did not like the feeling of being drunk. In the early years, you could smoke anywhere on the ship except in an ammo magazine. I never got close enough to others to really talk with them in depth. I think it’s some alpha-male coolness inside me or something.
I’m willing to bet every child I have created so far will be a female. For male society in general, more males are probably a better solution. I know the sperm determines the sex of the baby. Why not see if I can change things?
I vowed to go 50-50 with male and female babies from now on, half girls and half boys. I wouldn’t tell anyone about it. I would try it and see how it goes.
I leaned over and pressed my lips to Rain’s. She looked me in the eyes, and I smiled, and she smiled. I closed my eyes and began a slow in-and-out motion, kissing her lips tenderly as I built momentum. I savored the feel of her soft, slippery quim.
Rain’s arms came around me, and she shifted her hips to get better contact on her clit. I paused the kiss, looked at her face, and picked up the pace.
After ten minutes, it’s obvious she has no idea what an orgasm should feel like. I used “ Chookxa “ weakly to give her a first hint of what it felt like.
I felt her cunny react, so I began humping her vulva harder on every downstroke. I gave her another “ Chookxa “ at full power, and she finally had a full orgasm.
“Ohhh...? OHHHHHHhhhh ... UNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”
With a baby boy still in my mind, I let myself release my sperm inside her.
“Ahhh...”
We stayed frozen as I allowed our sensual feelings to slowly subside. When her body wanted to move for comfort, I withdrew slowly.
I took her hand, led her to a chair, sat down, and pulled her onto my lap. I held her for a while; she held on to me with a sigh.
She quietly said, “I had no idea what sex could be like. I grew up inside the college crèche.”
I had no clue what to say. That 10:1 ratio and the way men are here- how would she know? She probably did not let men into her life. Since I was still a boy to her, I could sneak under her radar. My age and a bit of magic, that is.
She got up, and we dressed and exchanged a few more words about my store. I left to visit it and see what it looks like.
I drove my car the two blocks to the hideaway parking lot near the arcade. I placed the parking placard on the dash and waved at the guard. He nodded at me.
I walked a block and a half to the arcade and saw a new sign: “Pain Free Permanent Hair Removal.”
I walked in the hallway, and the door to my store was open. A young woman sat there at a desk.
I walked over. “Hello, I’m Mason Carpenter. I am stopping by to see how it’s going here.”
She stood up and held out her hand to shake. “Halle McKay at your service.”
I took her hand in both of my hands and gave her a weak orgasm. I wanted her on my side, and giving her a thrill every time she saw me should make her work harder for me.
“Oh!”
I smiled and moved a chair closer so we could talk.
I said, ‘I intend that we be open Tuesday through Thursday from 8:00 am to 4 pm. Schedule a client every 30 minutes, on the hour and on the half hour.”
“Leave me a 30-minute window at noon to get a bite to eat.”
I continued, “Insist that the clients be on time. If they are late, they lose their turn. We can accept them being 5 minutes late, but not much more than that.”
“Explain that nudity is required because I cannot remove hair that I can’t see.”
I asked, “What did the school say the fee was to be?”
“They said they think it is 300 dollars each. They installed a safe here with slots for cash to slide in. A bank courier will be by at the end of each day to pick up the money.”
She went on after a pause, “I make up a deposit slip to give the courier. They get the carbon copy; I keep the top copy in the book. The courier counts the money and signs the deposit slip.”
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