Shave your mom's thick, hairy pubes

I quickly retract my hands and wash the remaining soap off of me. Once clean I reached over and grabbed the electric trimmer in my hand.

This is it, I thought. No turning back now.

I propped on foot onto the shower bench, spreading my legs just enough to give myself access while giving me a much better view to work with.

The trimmer hovered over the first patch of hair, and I pressed it down gently. The sensation was… strange. Not unpleasant, but different. The trimmer moved easily, carving a path through the thick curls, leaving behind a patch of skin that felt lighter, freer. I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the short stubble the trimmer left in its wake.

The sound of the trimmer filled the steamy shower, rhythmic and steady. I worked carefully, methodically, moving it over every inch of the thatch making sure I nick myself. The water helped, softening the hair, making the process smoother. My hand moved with a deliberate stroke. I could feel the tension in my body easing with every pass, every patch of skin revealed. It was like shedding a layer, exposing something new, something… raw.

When I finally turned the trimmer off, I stood there for a moment, staring down at my handiwork and the thick pile of hair slowly washing away down the drain. The hair was gone, leaving behind a soft fuzz.

“Not quite smooth yet,” I thought, my heart racing just a little.

I reached for my mom’s razor, I used to think it was light and dainty in my old form. It felt a lot heavier in my much feebler hand.

I lathered up the area with shaving cream, the coolness of it sharp against my skin. The razor glinted in the light as I brought it closer, my breath hitching once more.

“Here we go,” I thought, pressing the blade against my skin.

The first stroke was slow, tentative, but the sensation… God, it was electrifying. The blade glided effortlessly, leaving behind a trail of smooth, silky skin. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, the sound caught in the steam-filled air.

I worked slowly, carefully, every stroke deliberate. The razor moved over every inch, every curve, until there was nothing left but smooth, bare skin. I ran my fingers over it, marveling at the electrifying sensation. It was soft, so soft, like nothing I’d ever felt before.

My heart was pounding now, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I couldn’t deny it—this was exhilarating. What the hell is wrong with me? I thought, but the smile on my face said otherwise.

I stood there for what felt like an eternity, just feeling the smoothness, the newness of it all. The water continued to pour down around me, but I barely noticed. My mind was racing, my body tingling with a kind of energy I hadn’t felt in… forever.

I got out of the shower dried myself off and was reminded again how much colder I was in this body. I wrapped myself up in my mom’s bath towel, padding up any wet spots on my body. I walked back to my mom’s closet and neatly put all her clothing back in its respective spot. Once finished I stared at my mom’s reflection in pure marvel.

I then mischievously spread the lower half of the robe apart exposing my newly shaven mound and give it a light flick, watching the meaty mound bounce lightly.

“Okay,” I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible. “Now what?”