"Your father had to go on an extended trip but I still need a partner for this little Retreat the girls booked for all of us." Your Mother said with a relaxed smile. It was slowly coming back to you now, the night before your mother had been complaining how your fathers sudden business trip had ruined a wonderful spa holiday her friends had gotten for them both. Seeing how your mother had been looking forward to a nice relaxing trip and given that the alcohol didn't let you stop to think things through. You had ended up volunteering to take his place so she could go. Apparently the spa accepted only couples. When this had been mentioned to your drunken self, you had the brilliant idea to just tell them that you were your father. This had solved the issue and cheered Ellen up incredibly. You had felt really good about yourself at the time, now however you were a bit unsure about spending the next few weeks with just your Mother and strangers, but surely the staff would be trained to keep an eye out for tinies like yourself and keep you from being stuck for too long if your mother squished you.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. So, when do we leave?" You asked, glancing up with a nervous smile at your Mother.
"Well, I'm all packed and I also packed up what you would need, so we can go right now" Your mother replied cheerfully, you opened your mouth to argue that you wanted to double check some things first, but Ellen was already scooping you up off the table. Her fingers crushed your chest slightly, knocking the wind out of you and keeping your protests from escaping your mouth. She looked around for somewhere safe to place you, before spotting her purse and dropped you inside. You fell a short way, hitting her make up bag and tumbling down the side, getting wedged between her phone and the make up.
"That should keep you safe while I drive sweetie, see you in a bit." She called in, not noticing your situation in her excited haste. You watched her zip her purse shut and sealing you into darkness before you could get your breath back. A moment later the bag shifted as she picked it up and her phone tipped over, landing right on top of you and crushing you flat.
You spent the entire journey flat under your Mother's phone, listening to the muffled sound of the car radio and the occasional comment from your Mom, though you couldn't quite make out the words nor respond even if you had been able to know what she was saying. It was a two hour drive to the spa which passed at a crawl for you. Finally however, you arrived at the destination and your Mother finally opened her purse, not seeing you at first until she moved things around and spotted you smeared over her phone screen like a misshapen opaque screen protector.
"Oops, sorry sweetheart, I hope you weren't under there very long." Ellen said, as she carefully peeled your flattened form off of her phone.
"But we are here, remember, if anyone asks, your name is John!" She told you with a stern nod, though you couldn't respond. She held you up towards the building. You saw the name of the spa,
"Circe's Spa Resort, be treated like the goddess you are" That seemed odd to you for a slogan of a couples resort, shouldn’t it be both of the couple being treated like gods and goddesses? Also something about the name Circe nudged at your memory, it was someone from a Greek legend but you couldn't recall who.
As you slowly popped back to into the third dimension, your Mother carries you towards the front entrance, her bag slung over the opposite shoulder. As she approached she glanced down at you and looked nervous, as you still were half flattened, all you could do was turn your head to look back at her.
“Hmm, sweetheart you look a little young to pass for your father and I think they have a policy against unauthorised tinies being on the premises...oh I know!” She exclaimed before pinching your head flat once more between two fingers and rubbed them around, smearing your features between finger and thumb.
“There we go, now no one will know when they first see you and once we are in I doubt they will check” She said proudly, though you felt they wouldn’t have paid close enough attention anyway. Most people didn’t look too closely at tinies anyway. Unfortunately due to your Mom’s haste you couldn’t point this out, so you got to work trying to reform your head from scratch once more, your vision a blur and sound hard to make out properly.
“Hello,” Ellen said cheerfully as she entered through the sliding doors and up to the front desk, where a smiling woman in a white t-shirt and black leggings stood.
“I..We are here for a spa holiday, under the name Gibbson” She said to the woman who smiled and checked the system.
“Ah yes we have you here, Ellen Gibbson and her Tiny. We have you booked in for three weeks?” The woman asked, which your Mother nodded. You mentally frowned at the fact they simply referred to you, or well, your father as “her tiny” but still couldn’t speak. The woman gestured for your mother to follow her and began leading her towards your room. You listened to the muffled explanation of the resorts many treatments and sessions. They all sounded perfectly normal, right up until the woman paused and turned to your mother.
“Oh, by the way, what symbol do you want for your Tiny?” She asked, then saw the confusion on Ellen’s face, so continued. “All our tiny guests get stamped with a symbol of their partners choice, that way if they get lost or squished they don’t get misplace or, god forbid, mixed in with the regular Tinex items we have here.” She chuckled, but you shivered at the thought. This seemed to make sense to your mother, who opted for a simple red heart. The woman smiled and got out a little device, selecting the correct symbol she pushed it against your recently restored chest and you felt the prick of needles.
“There we are, its a special ink that won’t rub or smear even if your tiny does. It will last a week, so make sure to come back to me to have it redone if you don’t want him mingling with the towels” She joked before continuing her guided tour.
You rubbed at your chest where the temporary tattoo stung. You did like the idea of not getting lost, but the fact it only lasted a week felt like tempting fate with your Mother. You would make sure to remind her to get it redone as the week neared its end.
Finally the woman got you to the room and told your mother if she needed anything to call the desk. Ellen thanked her and walked into the room, placing you down on the bedside table and placing her bag of clothing and toiletries onto the bed.
“Won’t this be so much fun Ti...John..I will have to get used to calling you John while we are here, wouldn’t want them to think I didn’t bring my husband.” Ellen said blushing as she unpacked. Your head had finally reformed but you kept quiet about the fact you had doubts your fathers name was even on file, given how they talked about tinies so far.
Once she was unpacked, your Mom turned to you and put her hands on her hips.
“Alright, John, what activity do you think we should do first? I can’t wait to get totally relaxed!” She asked you, looking down at you standing on the bed side table.
“I don’t mind Mom..um...Dear? ..that is weird to say...It’s your holiday, you pick!” You replied, blushing and feeling awkward over the situation of having to pretend to be your dad. She smiled however and picked up the sheet of paper given by the worker. She looked through the list before smiling and pointing to one. What “fun” activity has she picked for you both?
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