Waxing

“... well, we noticed giving you your pedi that... well...”Barbie seemed to be searching for the right words. “Your legs... and we’re assuming other places... they’re a little... unkempt?” She smiled softly. “Let’s take care of that now. But first...”

Andrew wasn’t really listening. The curlers on his head were wound tight, and he was preoccupied by the pain in his scalp.

She led him over to a sink, put on some gloves, and popped the tray out of his mouth. popped the tray out of his mouth. She handed him a glass of water. “Rinse,” she told him.

He rinsed his mouth out several times and spit into the sink. He finally got a look at himself in the mirror. His face was rather feminine looking, especially with his thin angled brows. His hair, wound tightly around the curlers, was a sexy auburn. What was left of his brows matched his hair. He raised a hand to his face in shock and saw, essentially, a woman without makeup on. He showed his teeth and they were dazzling white. At least he had that.

“Don’t worry, Andrea, there’s still some work left to do,” Barbie said, misreading his shocked face.

“What the hell have you crazy bitches done to me!” He said. Or tried to. All that came out was a wheeze.

Barbie frowned. “Looks like someone swallowed some of the teeth whitener. Don’t worry, your voice will be back, probably tomorrow.”

Andrew made a motion of writing with his hands. He’d tell these women what they could do with themselves!

Again, Barbie misread him. “Oh, the bill? Don’t worry. Kristi is taking care of all of this! Now let’s go. We haven’t got all day, just most of it.” She laughed and ushered Andrew into the half open doorway. She removed his pink cape.

“There’s a robe and panties in there. Change into them and come out. You can take the spreaders out of your toes, too.”

She escorted Andrew through the door and closed it behind him. He looked around. Could he escape? The room was windowless. All that was in it was a light fixture, a bench, a mirror, and a couple of hooks. It didn’t even have a drop ceiling that he could maybe escape through.

He sat on the bench and stared at his pedicured toes, pulling the foam spreaders out and wiggling them. They looked so... feminine.

He looked at the hook on the back of the door and there was a pink nylon robe, and in cellophane, sitting on the bench, were apparently the panties he was supposed to wear. He opened the package and looked at them. They were essentially made of paper. Disposable, he figured.

There was a knock. “Are you ready yet?” Barbie said as she poked her head through the doorway. She frowned. “Andrea! Please get changed!” She closed the door again.

Not really sure what would happen if he didn’t change, but knowing that if he just rode this nightmare out, he’d soon be free of this madhouse, Andrew stripped, leaving his padded bra on. He pulled the panties up into place and thought that they itched. He slipped on the nylon robe. It was short. Shorter than he ever thought he would wear.

At that point, Barbie knocked on the door, saying, “Knock knock!” And opened the door, peeking inside.

“Great! Let’s go!” She said, once again, grabbing Andrew’s feminine hand and pulling him to a new section of the salon.

There was a padded table with a sheet of paper on it, and a pillow. She patted it with her hand and Andrew sat gingerly on it, not really knowing what to do about the shortness of the robe, so he crossed his legs in a rather feminine fashion.

“Ok, Andrea, lie back,” Barbie said as she gently guided him into position. She then got a pot of black syrupy liquid and began smoothing it onto his face with a spatula.

“Charcoal mask,” she said. “It’ll help clear out all those nasty little pores. It’ll harden up and we’ll peel it off. In the meantime...” She put a cucumber slice over each of his eyes.

Resting with his curler covered head on the pillow wasn’t uncomfortable, but he focused on the tightening of the mask she had applied. He crossed his hands on his stomach and just tried to relax.

Barbie rapped his foot. “Could you spread your legs a little, please?”

Without thinking, Andrew did just that. He was left to his thoughts for a few minutes, as Barbie was bustling around doing something. He felt her spreading something warm on his shin, then pressing something into what had been applied. With a sudden “rip” Andrew had a large swath of hair removed from his leg. He bolted upright, slightly.

“I know, honey,” Barbie said, rubbing she’d taken the hair off, which helped. “But if you did this on a regular basis, it eouldn’t be so bad. Try to sit still. Breathe for me. “

Andrew wanted out if this place. He endured her waxing his entire legs. She had him flip over onto his stomach as she did the back of them.

She had him take an arm at a time out of his robe as she waxed his arms and armpits. After each wa s finished, Barbie rubbed some floral scented lotion into his skin, and that helped a lot with the pain.

Barbie glanced at her phone. “Shoot. We don’t have time to give you a bikini wax. I’ll get you a voucher for that for your next visit!”

Andrew was positive there wasn’t going to be a next visit.

She led him back to the area with the dressing room and Andrew started to walk towards it.

“Not just yet, Missy!” Barbie said with a laugh. There are a few things left. And the mask isn’t quite ready to come off yet.”