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Chapter 8 by ewong ewong

Are you able to convince her to let you go?

Yes, but at a price

Once you are next to her, you explain the situation, and hope she lets you go. You plead with her, and you suddenly feel an intense burning on your crotch. You hold your crotch in pain, and the officer looked at you like you're crazy. You reach under your gown and try to run your balls to stop the pain. As you bring your hand out, you see a giant clump of your pubic hair! As the pain subsides, you see a growing pile of hair underneath you. You realize Dr. Chase must have used some kind of hair remove on you. That's why she held her hand there for so long. You were sure you must be completely hairless down there now.

Luckily, the officer takes pity on you and lets you refill the meter. You need both hands for this of course, so you can't stop they officer from checking out your ass as you loud up the meter. You thank her and then make your way back to the office. You enter they building, and the breeze from inside lifts your gotten above your waist, giving the receptionist a grand view of your note hairless cock and balls. You blush as you pass her by to get on an elevator. You are able to get on one by yourself, and you use that time to check yourself out. You untie the gown so you can move the gown out of the way instead of holding it up. As you suspected, you are completely hairless down there now. At least it makes your junk look bigger. You get out of the elevator, and go inside the office to find the waiting room PACKED. There were at least a dozen people in there sitting, waiting. Most were around your age, but some were parents bringing in teenagers.

"Looks like you made it just fine." She said.

You glare at her and try to find a seat away from everyone.

"Oh, they're back from lunch now. You can go get your stuff."

You go back there and go to your original exam room, ready to get dressed finally. Once the door closes, you take off your gown and turn to the chair with your clothes, but its empty! You growl in frustration, and the door opens.

Who is it now?!

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