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“It’s trimmed,” I adamantly state.
“Waxing is always better.Besides, you want to make sure you don’t miss a spot, especially if he’s eating your cookie.”
Dear God, save me now.
I don’t even reply because she’ll just keep going and that’s the last thing I want to be discussing.When we were teens, she was the one who gave me theperiod talk.Then not long after that, she told me all about the birds and the bees.Our dads were gone a lot on missions and her grandparents made sure we were taken care of during those times.
An hour later and after getting my hands and feet done, I’m laying down on a table in a treatment room waiting for one of my co-workers to come in and mangle myveryprivate area, that only I’ve ever had access to.
The door opens and in walks one of my favorite people.
“I wondered when you’d finally come to me to have a good waxing,” Christine says as she gloves up.“Saylor said to be gentle, as it’s your first time.She also mentioned that you’ve got a man in your life now.”
Christine is a really nice woman in her late thirties and has been with the spa since its opening.She’s very motherly to all of us younger girls and treats us like her own four daughters at home.
I didn’t grow up with a mother, but I had a lot of females surrounding me that stepped up and filled in when I needed it.
“Ugh!I don’t really need this, I keep it nice and trimmed,” I argue like a child.I know this hurts and why people put themselves through this is beyond me.The stories that they tell during our lunch breaks are hilarious but I’m worried that now I’m going to be one of them.“We could just talk for a while instead.”
“Think of it as not having to shave as often and it won’t cause those irritating red bumps.”
Once she’s got me in position and gloved up, I’ve changed my mind, but she’s already splayed the wax to an area I’m sure is for doctor’s eyes only.I massage clients all the time so I’m not shy when it comes to the naked body, butmynaked body has only been seen by less than a handful of people walking this earth.
“Take a deep breath, honey.”
I do as she says while my mind is yelling at me to run out the door and away from this room and to never look back.
“Maybe we should—” but before I can finish, Christine yanks the cloth strip and a scream shoots out of me involuntarily as my body moves to sit upright, in an attempt to bolt away from the source of pain.It sounds like a toddler getting a toy taken from them at daycare echoing from wall to wall.Tears form in my eyes; one breaches the lower lid and falls down towards my temple.
“Shh, it’ll be okay,” Christine says trying to sooth me but all I want to do is yellliarto her face.“The first one is always the worst.”She tries to comfort me but continues to coat more wax on my southern lips.Newsflash, she doesn’t look the least bit sorry.
“I’m good, we don’t need to continue.I’ve got somewhere to be and—” She rips another and my entire body tenses to almost cramping status.“What is wrong with you!How can people want to do this!”I howl at her.My legs try to close, and I think I’ve gone lightheaded.The bright room starts to dim in and out and my focus is a little shaky.
“Almost done, honey, just a few more and then it’s all over,” Christine calmly says but I don’t believe her.Not one little bit.
“Really?How many more?”I try to sound so hopeful.My hands are sweating, and I think I might have chipped a tooth bearing down with my teeth.
“Ah, maybe four?”She says like a question then rips off the next one.I wasn’t focused and didn’t even notice she’d slathered on more wax.I feel as though I’m numb from the waist down.
“Christine!”I yell this time and grab for her wrist.She’s quick like a puma and moves before I can clamp down on her.She has a small smile that graces her face like she’s hiding a secret or wanting to burst out in laughter.Any other time I’d probably be laughing my ass off if it were someone else but being the one on the table has me in agonizing tears.“I hate you right now.”
“It’s okay, honey.It’ll all be worth it later.”
She rips off the next one and the pain ebbs slightly.I must be in shock or have really gone numb down there; either way I welcome it.Why women do this is beyond me.Give me a razor and shaving cream and I’ll die a happy lady.Maybe it’s time the bush comes back in style.
Six rips later, yes, six and not the four she previously stated, Christine is applying aloe to my most tender and abused area of my body.All I can think about is how I’m going to murder Saylor, maybe I’ll slip green hair coloring into her bowl as she gets her highlights after this.It’d serve her right.
After Christine goes over the aftercare, she leaves me to get dressed.I lay there on the table for a bit staring up at the ceiling wondering why we torture ourselves.There’s a mirror in the corner of the room and as I’m locating my panties, I take a look at the damage.I’m still ruby red but I do have to admit that it does look much better than my own trimming.She still left a small strip at the top but everything else is smooth.Irritatedbut smooth.
I’ll never admit this to Saylor or Christine but maybe it has its perks for waxing.Next time I should probably take some pain medicine beforehand.
Saylor: You still alive in there or should I call for medics?
Me: Coming, hold your horses!And I’m never talking to you again.
Saylor: You’ll thank me when he’s eatin’ that cookie!
Rolling my eyes at her text, I quickly but carefully dress then head out to meet up with my annoying best friend.She means only the best but sometimes I could strangle her for the things she gets me into.
