Morning with Simon & Mia

Simon was used to being the little spoon, sure, but he was more used to waking up when he wanted, usually after Tanya was gone, meaning he got to relax and 'work' all day. Today, however, was much different, seeing Tanya awoke him the minute she was up.

"Mia, why don't you get some coffee started; you have a busy day ahead of you." She said, hand on her boyfriend's (girlfriend's?) ass.

"Babe, it's early, let me sleep. Please." Simon, not Mia, said.

"Get up sleepyhead." Tanya repeated more seriously. She knew Simon laid in bed all day, or escaped to a tanning booth, or did whatever a jobless vagabond might do, and she wasn't having it today.

"I'm up. I'm up." Simon repeated, realizing he was still in the bra and panties. Very quickly, he rushed to the couples bathroom, not bothering to find clothes to change into nor listen to whatever Tanya was saying.

The blast of warm water was amazing on his skin, and he almost didn't want to leave the shower. However, the sound of the door opening alerted him to Tanya coming in the bathroom.

"Mia, running away from your bestie like that is sooo mean. Come here." Tanya said, her voice teasing and light. She was soon in the shower with Simon, and the two enjoyed each other's company, Simon falling back into the role of Mia.

"Do you remember the time we went rock climbing, and you said I needed my legs to be shaved perfectly, or else 'the wind resistance would slow us down?'." Tanya asked, seriously, ruining the good mood.

"Si. Si-simon was jus...joking." Simon, fumbling his Mia act, responded.

"Mhm. Well we still the Nair from when you bought it." Tanya replied, not asking for her boyfriends permission for the next step. Reaching out of the shower, she grabbed the bottle.

"Tan-tanya. I don't know if I want to put that on...." Simon stuttered.

"Shush. You'll love the feeling. Think about it as getting into character." Tanya replied, shutting the water off so she could work the cream all over her body.

Simon did not love the feeling of the Nair, but did love the feeling of whatever Tanya was doing with the cream to his dick. Very quickly, he found himself covered in the stuff, face-to-toe, while Tanya **** him against the shower wall. Not used to being in such a submissive posture, SImon began to ask her to stop.

His desire soon stopped as he felt one hand from Tanya begin to stroke his penis, and the other behind, slowly sneaking her way into his butt. Tanya, filled with an erotic passion, played like an isntrument, cumming nearly just from that.

"I'm...I'm about to cum." Simon stuttered out.

"Say it as Mia!" Tanya said, slowing her strokes. Fuck, if he could say it....

"Si, I,,,,,...Si senorita, Mi cum!" Mia responded, not knowing any words to use, but enjoying the sensation as Tanya gave him release.

***

Tanya left him alone in the bathroom after that, getting dressed for work; Simon had to get used to the burning sensation on his body, which soon washed out, along with his hair.

By the time he had gotten dressed, Tanya was gone for work, and Simon felt a bit....forelorn? He didn't know the word. His girlfriend had fingered his butt, made him cum, then dashed off to work. That was never how the mornings went.

A note sat on the table, with Tanya's handwriting:

Simon - I love you. Hope your job search goes well babe!
Mia - Make sure you keep up with that dating profile!

Not feeling like responding to thirsty men, Simon, for the first time in weeks, actually cracked open his computer and began to canvass the area for work. Not having any hair at all was a weird feeling, but he forgot it as he sent out email, gave a few cold calls, and awaited responses. It was well into the afternoon by the time he was done, and he changed and left for the gym.

Tanya arrived home well after he had left, intrigued by his open laptop, and reading through it. Hmphm. He actually had been doing job searches today! What she was doing was clearly working. If getting a finger up his ass made her lazy boyfriend actually work, she'd keep doing it.

When Simon arrived home from the gym and tanning salon, Tanya sat on the couch, smiling at him. They made a bit of small talk.

"Hey babe, does my face, uh, look funny?" Simon asked.

"No funnier then usual." Tanya responded jokingly, but then she looked once more, realizing it was burning red. A very, very bad looking red. Leaving him before she said a word, she realized the bottle of Nair had, in very large letters:

DO NOT USE ON FACE

Shit. She'd put the most on his face of anywhere. Coming back, Simon could sense her worry, and stood up.

"Uhm...everything okay? Nothing to worry about right?" He asked.

"Sure babe. Listen, why don't you go get dinner. I need to uh, research some things. Get whatever you want." Tanya replied, waving him off, not wanting to tell him about her fuckup. It didn't fit with her fantasy of a feminized boyfriend....and she didn't want him to worry. That's what she said about the latter part at least.

Simon came back with his favorite meal from a local bar, a burger, and a crummy salad for Tanya. She didn't eat.

"Right. Mia Lozano has to go to a dermatologist tomorrow morning. That, uh, reaction was not normal." Tanya said.

Simon felt a bit freaked out. Tanya wasn't telling him something. He knew that. What was going on? The burning in his face now felt like ants crawling underneath his skin, combined with sensitivity. He felt worried. Scared even.