I have always been a bit mercurial when it comes to my pubic hair. Sometimes, I rock a full, untouched bush. Other times, I wax every hair from my body. I’ve long since given up trying to interpret or predict where my whims will take me. Best to just go with it.
On the day in question, I had decided I needed a fresh start. I called up my usual place, but was told that my preferred waxer Jenny was not available. Not one to let that deter me, I scheduled the appointment and drove to the salon.
“Leah Howard,” I told the receptionist, “I have an appointment for a Brazilian at 2:30.”
“Ah yes, Miss Howard,” she replied. “You’ll be seeing our newest waxer Miguel.”
*Miguel.* I blinked at her for a moment. A guy waxer? Weird. Definitely nothing I ever experienced before. I nodded and sat down, waiting for my turn. So, a strange man is about to rip the hair from every fold of my… I squirmed in my seat. Despite an overwhelming ambiguity, I found myself already getting aroused. *Hush,* I chastised myself. *He’s a professional. I’m sure he does this all the time. It’s not sexual for him.*