Starting off early

All night Paul was anxious about what he was about to do. Everything from some salon turning him out and everyone laughing at him to him coming home looking like an orange zebra and Molly laughing at him looking like a screwed-up stripper in a pink banana hammock.

Finally rolling over at 7:30a and still not really rested, but realizing Molly was still exhausted, he figured he’d go ahead & get up to head to the barber.

Padding through barefoot in the low morning light, Paul found the box in his workout area with the tank tops, shorts, pants, and sandals. Sighing at the banana hammocks that looked more appropriate for a male stripper, Paul realized he’d need something other than his normal boxers so he grabbed the purple one to match all the other purple clothes.

Keeping the lights out to ensure Molly wasn’t disturbed to let her rest before her big girls’ day out, Paul got dressed in the dark but carried his sandals to pad outside barefoot.

With a quick drive to the normal barbershop, Paul got there while Carl was still getting the place ready for the day.

Carl seeing him enter greeted him warmly, “morning, Wilbur! How goes? This is really early for you.”

Paul wasn’t sure if he was just senile, couldn’t actually remember his name, or was making some odd joke, but he gave up trying to correct him a while ago, “hey, Carl! Ya, just got a busy day ahead and wanted to get a fresh look early.”

“That’s what we’re here for. Just the usually trim up them and clean up that soup catcher?”

“No, actually, I need to get it all clean cut. I was looking to get a straight shave of the beard, and go ahead & shave off the rest of this up here; the receding and spots are just getting a bit much.”

“Wow! Finally giving into the balding huh? Well sit on down we’ll get you cleaned up.”

Paul climbed up and before long Carl had him laying back as he lathered him up and took a classic straight razor to his face. The warmth, laying back, and familiar surroundings were almost too relaxing nearly nodding off a couple of times.

In no time at all, Carl was using soothing, moist, warm towels to clean off his face and cheeks. As he spun the chair around and Paul looked in the mirror, he was almost surprised by his clean face. He’d had that bespeckled salt & pepper beard for so long he’d almost forgotten the baby face. Even his friends used to tease him about that when he was younger. It was definitely showing some age, but without the facial hair, there was definitely some distinguished look gone.

Regretting the removal of his beard, he contemplated how he could grow it back and keep a short one until Halloween and just shave it again for the party. He’d have to work on that.

Thanking Carl for the quality work and leaving a good tip, he said his good byes as the next customer came in. As the door was pulling to, Paul was sure he could hear a “morning, Wilbur...”. Paul shook his head and sighed as he dreaded the next major location of the day on the other side of town.

Paul got to the salon a little earlier than intended, but he figured it was better than being late.

Opening the door, he’s greeted with the same receptionist from a few days ago, but she’s back to her chipper self before his tirade. “Uh, hi, I’m uh here for my 10a appointment.”

“Oh, yes! Glad you were able to get here early! We actually have your room ready for you. I’ll go ahead and take you back there.”

Paul followed her back to another room. This seems similar to the last but seems a little bigger. Some very earthy and instrumental background music along with almost dusk level lighting & a fountain gave it a very meditative feeling.

The receptionist asked if he’d like a tea while he waited; it was their own custom, unique, herbal blend. He was feeling a little parched so figured it would be a good thing. When she returned with the tea, he nearly chugged the whole thing; didn’t realize how thirsty he was, but was actually a refreshing taste. As he finished the drink faster than she expected, she asked him if he had a change of clothes as those pants were not going to be acceptable after the procedure.

“Oh, uh, yes, I have shorts on under this.”

“Very good. Could I see them? They need it verified before they move forward with the process.”

“Oh, here,” Paul slides his waistband down to expose his shorts.

“That’s good, Sir, but I need to ensure their proper length and design. Please remove your pants so I can verify them.”

Paul was a little taken back that this girl was wanting him to show off shorts in the room alone. It seemed very unnerving to him.

As she was unblinking with a look that conveyed how she was getting annoyed with his delay. Remembering Brooke’s warning about cancelling if he didn’t have appropriate attire, he figured he might as well.

As he slipped out of his sandals, he felt the cold floor on his bare feet before he slid his pants down and stepped out of them.

Seeing his very short running shorts was definitely acceptable, but the pink glitter hinting above his waistband gave her a bit of a giggle she was able to suppress a smile confirming some of her suspicious about why he was really here.

“Very good, Sir!” She moved forward to pick up his pants and sandals, “I’ll fold these and put them in a locker with the rest of your care package you can pick up at the end of the session.”

Paul was a little surprised at her coming forward and picking up his stuff, and wasn’t able to process a response before she continued seeing his legs a bit closer, “oh, I see why you signed up for this repair. I don’t know I’ve ever seen such ruined work outside of a training video. But, you’re in great hands! She is a miracle worker and with the package you have setup, you will be amazing at the end of the day!”

“Uh, ya, I really need something else.”

“Excellent!” she responds as she places a towel down on the massage like table in the middle of the room. “Please disrobe and get up on the table, and they’ll start with your electrolysis in a moment,” she says as she steps out of the room with his pants and shoes.

Figured he’s in for pound at this point, he takes off his shirt leaving it on the counter and slides his shorts down and.... is shocked by what he found! The underwear he grabbed was not the purple ones he expected; in the darkness he apparently grabbed the sparkling baby pink pair.

He had expected to keep them on through the procedure, but he couldn’t let the ladies see that. Noticing the towel on the bed and hearing an equipment cart rolling down the hall, he slides off the thong and ensured they were wrapped up in his shorts, he put them under his shirt on the counter. Grabbing the towel, he slid onto the table and draped the towel over his groin as the door clicked open.

“Knock, knock!” He hears from a way too chipper blonde as she slides in with a cart that looks like it belongs in Star Trek or something.

Surprised to see a new face that looked like she came straight out of cheerleading practice to dress up as a doctor, “uh, hi. I thought someone else was doing this.”

“Oh! I’m here to prep you and do the electrolysis. There is a whole team working on you today!”

Paul isn’t really sure how to object to “a whole team” feeling almost trapped under the towel.

Snapping on a glove, she smiles and says, “let’s get started!”

Using something between a lotion and a gel she begins massaging up and down his legs coating over his limbs moving to his arms and over his whole expanse, enjoying the attention, Paul almost nods off before she asks, “have you ever had electrolysis before?”

“Oh, uh, no.”

“Okay, well, you may feel a few pricks and maybe smell some burning hair, its normal. To ensure I get each follicle, I need you to stay as still as possible, so just lay back, relax, and I’ll take care of everything, okay?”

“ya, good.”

Starting down his ankles, he could feel a few pricks but it really wasn’t bad. She was very focused and professional about methodically moving up his legs. It was almost comforting and with the music, sounds, and late night, before he knew it Paul passed out.

Various odd dreams of being in a park with Molly, then shifting to a nude beach with her, and an odd attack of ants moving over him, Paul vaguely remembers being asked to roll over; he was probably snoring again and keeping her up.

Paul is a little surprised when the cheerleader wakes him and he is face down on the table, “I’m going to move to the sponge bath now to clean off all the remnants and fully exfoliate your skin in preparation. K?”

Paul mumbles an affirmation before passing out to dreams of a bevy of harem girls giving him a bath in his own palace. Feeling them being very attentive to every inch of his body rolling him around and around, before finally started a hand job on his raging pole.

Just as they get close to finish, Paul is snapped out of it by the snapping of a glove being removed. “Alright! All done!”

Paul groggily comes back to reality feeling like the dim lights are way too bright day star, but blinks away enough sleep to see the cheerleader packing up her cart.

“Since the lunch service is almost over, you should probably get up and grab a sandwich from the food services down the hall. There is a robe on the stand next to the door as well as some slippers to keep your feetsies warm.”

“Uh, thanks.” Paul can feel his stomach grumble at the mention of food, “I probably should get something”

“I hear ya! But don’t take too long, they’ll need to do the final prep work before the tanning, so make sure you come back in here when you’re done or they might hunt you down.”

Paul’s mind starts doing some inventory and realizes how odd his skin now feels. Almost like he can feel almost any airflow over his bare skin. Even the towel he is laying on almost seems abrasive. Suddenly, something clicks on his brain as he feels what is a calm breeze over his stiff rod.

His eyes dart open and he lifts his head up to see a morning wood a teenager would be proud of exposed to the surrounding and the cheerleader was still packing up her cart. A flush flows over his face and he darts both hands to cover up his crotch.

However, she just giggles at his sudden modesty, “don’t worry, hun, it's perfectly natural. I was very careful not to hurt any sensitive areas. You’ll have a nice, even coating this way.”

Paul’s hands suddenly registered his usual bush was gone and his groin was even more nude than usual. His brain tried to register and an almost panic began to take hold.

“Well, I’m off to lunch and I suggest you do too! Take care, hun,” she says as she moves her cart out down the hall.

Paul’s stomach grumbles again at the mention of lunch, so once the door clicks shut, he shuffles over to the stand near the door and slides on the robe. And takes a moment to breathe.

Realizing it’s a very thick and wide robe that almost wraps around him twice, he takes an almost comfort his form is covered as his stomach grumbles yet again. Looking at the salon branded, pink slippers the phrase “when in Rome” pops through his head, as he slides them on.

Lightly opening the door a little, he looks up and down the hall and sees no one. Braving up a little more, he steps out and sees no one else around. Padding quickly to the snack area, he finds it deserted. Looking at the clock he’s surprised how far into the afternoon it already was. On the counter he sees a tray of a few scattered, wrapped sandwiches.

His stomach grumbling on, he grabs one of the sandwiches; nothing but vegan choices left, but he needs something. He also notices a large jug of their custom herbal tea, so he grabs a cup of it. Not sure how long he has, he sits down quickly to have his lunch. He almost jumps as the back of his upper thighs touch the bare metal of the chair; he didn’t realize how short this robe really was.

Paul does his usually scarfing of the gooey sandwich and chugging down the tea. The cup is much smaller than the usually tumbler he keeps of water so he refills his tea and drinks it down before returning to his room before someone catches him nearly streaking.

In the almost safety of ‘his’ room, he takes a moment to breathe again gathering himself and process the adrenaline in his system.