CHAPTER 190: HOMER GETS HIS GROOVE BACK

As Earl left the center for the day, he was approached by a large but disheveled Genman who introduced himself as Homer and wished to sponsor one of the young men, if there was one available.

Earl looked Homer up and down and asked him if he was really serious about it, and if so, could they do an impromptu inspection of his living quarters today.

Homer was a little taken back. "It’s a little dirty, but it won’t take me long to clean it up. But please feel free to inspect my home—it’s been my home for me alone for a long time, and I think it’s time that I opened the doors to someone else," he replied.

Earl and Homer walked by some of the other workers’ quarters—there wasn’t anything special about them. When they came to the end of the row, there sat one house with a white wooden rail fence, flowers planted by the front gate, and a pathway leading up to an immaculate home. There were flowers on the rails and in the planters. The place was painted like something right out of a storybook—light pale yellow trimmed in white, black shutters, and a bright red door. The pathway leading up was a cobblestone inlay, the yard looked manicured, and from the outside you could see curtains on every window.

Homer opened the door and invited Earl inside. Earl looked around and couldn’t find anything out of place—in fact, it looked like it was a museum for old earth. Homer was very proud of his living quarters and showed Earl everything, apologizing for some socks being on the floor in his room beside the bed. He carried him to the spare guest room, where there was a beautiful quilt on the bed, lace doilies under the bedside lamps, at the foot there was a seating chest, and in the corner was a rocking chair.

"Mr. Earl, do you think this would please the young man? Everything is as nice as I can possibly make it, and when the baby arrives, he can rock it in the chair," Homer asked hopefully.

Earl looked back at Homer thoughtfully. "Your home is very nice and is very fitting for anyone to stay. The only thing is, we need to get you cleaned up. Nothing against you, Homer, but you’re a little too rough around the edges, and I need to soften your look."

"I’m sorry, Mr. Earl, but I wear what I can because regular clothes don’t fit me. I wear other people’s misfits and hand-me-downs because it’s just me and I don’t try to impress anyone," Homer explained apologetically.

"Well, Homer, that is about to change. I want to get my son Madison to carry us into the Township, and you’re going to go see Miss Sonja. She’s going to do a makeover on you from head to toe, starting with your hair, then we’re going to do the rest and finish up with clothes. And trust me, she can do a wonderful job, so be ready tomorrow morning—we are going to see a whole new you," Earl declared with determination.

When Earl left Homer’s house, he returned to the center to inform two young men that tomorrow afternoon they both needed to be packed and ready for a weekend stay away from that dormitory. Earl left before either one of them could object.

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The next morning bright and early, Homer was waiting by his gate when Madison arrived in the runner. Earl was sitting in the back with Eli, who had begged to come—nobody could turn down little Eli, as he was always like a piece of Velcro stuck to you. Homer had to sit in the front seat because he couldn’t fit into the back. With Madison and Homer both in the front, the runner had a load to carry.

When they arrived at Sonja’s place, Earl gave Eli some money to go next door to do a little shopping around as long as Madison was with him. Eli was tickled to death.

Sonja’s mouth almost fell open when she saw Homer walk through the door—this man was huge and kind of scary. But when Earl poked his head around his side, she smiled.

"Oh me, Mr. Earl, you brought me a big one this time. I got me some work cut out today—does he need the whole treatment, top to bottom?" she asked with excitement.

"Sonja, work your magic on Homer. He’s been out at the Z1 working his ass off for years, made a place for himself—nice pretty home—and he is going to be a new sponsor for one of the found boys. And the one that he’s taken on has got an attitude as big as him," Earl explained.

"Well Homer, let me tell you right now, I may have a few clothes to fit you, baby, but I’m going to have to get creative. But don’t worry, darling—Miss Sonja takes care of all of her customers from the Z1." She gestured toward the back. "There you go, right back there to that curtain and the big dressing room. I will bring you a dressing gown that you can put on after you get out of whatever you’re wearing, so step through there and drop everything you got on."

Homer announced from the opposite side of the curtain that he was ready for his robe. Sonja picked up a 4XL and walked into the dressing area. When she came face-to-face with muscles on legs, and a very prominent muscle was facing her, she gasped.

"Oh Lord, child, please turn around! I’m a single woman—I don’t need to see that much. Oh my." She paused, flustered. "Damn, the backside looks as good, tempting, and delicious as the front side. When they made you, they threw away the mold. I better not let my girls see you, or somebody’s going to end up walking around here swollen up in a couple of months. This robe ain’t going to fit—let Miss Sonja get you an extra-sized towel to put around the waist."

Sonja retrieved a towel and handed it to him.

"Now baby, make sure you keep everything covered up when you sit down, as I don’t want my girls passing out on their butts," she warned with a chuckle.

Homer was very self-conscious as he came out from the back wearing a towel covering himself.

The girls didn’t make it any easier on him when they let out wolf whistles.

"Hush now, y’all sluts! We do not act that way here at Miss Sonja’s, even when we have a fine-looking man like this here trying to get his groove going." She turned to Homer reassuringly. "There, baby, I’m going to make your hair nice and short so that it complements your beautiful face. The girls will be working on your feet and hands while I’m working up on the top section. And yes, ladies, keep your hands off of the goodies—he’s a customer, not an object!"

The girls massaged his arms, his legs, his feet, and did a manicure and pedicure. Sonja took care of his hair and gave him a facial.

Sonja had a set of clothing laying out in the back along with a jock so that he could keep all of that up close and personal. She looked at Earl meaningfully.

"You’re going to have to show him how to put that on down there because he probably has never worn anything before, and especially not something like that," she observed.

Earl chuckled. "Yes, ma’am, I’ll make sure he gets it on properly, and then he can dress himself."

Sonja was correct—he didn’t know what to do with it. But after a couple of stumbles and mishaps, he was finally able to maneuver himself. It was a struggle to get it all in the pouch, but when he did, he looked impressive—huge arms, huge chest, narrow waist, perfect V-shaped muscular back, and standing at 6 foot 6, that didn’t hurt either. The size 16 shoes were only available in two styles: a man’s sandal and a pair of work boots.

The large open-neck shirt accommodated his pecs and trimmed down to show off his eight-pack. His pants were a flex-type material so that he could fit all of his gluteus maximus within, along with his tree trunk legs. There was an overlay shirt, a nice thin belt, along with shades to finish off his newly polished look. Unbeknownst to him, she had put six sets of clothing together for him along with some new work clothes that would accent his body but yet allow him to work freely and show off his physique.

The new improved Homer—no longer disheveled Homer—walked out of the dressing room looking like the star he was. Miss Sonja started giggling and cackling.

"Neither one nor down, this is Sonja’s place, and she’s done it again!" she declared proudly.

Homer could not believe what he saw in the mirror. This wasn’t him—he didn’t look like this. What was in the mirror was a stranger looking back.