The Razor

"Please stand still. " Sadie said as 5 rubber tentacles came out of the wall and grabbed your arms, legs, and head. A safety measure obviously. Can't have me moving around, might cut my face. One more tentacle popped out of the wall, this one holding a lotion of sorts. The arm poured the chilly liquid from cheek to toe, before promptly retracting. The water immediately started washing off all of your hair into the drain.

"What the fuck S.A.D.I.E., I wanted a shave, not a full body hair removal!" You yelled.

"Boys will notice any and all hair Miss Stef, that's what you told me when you set me up."

Boys? As in plural?

The tentacles retracted into the wall, and you got to take another look at yourself. Your newly smooth skin gave you goosebumps as you glided your hands down your body. Reaching down to your dick, you were reminded of your lackluster size. It's not about size, it's about the motion of the ocean. You reassure yourself. As you feel up your member, the tentacles grab you again. That's when you remember that you clicked the other two button, which you now think may have been a mistake.