"Okay. I think I can handle this."

She smiles at you and actually looks like she is handling it.

"Yeah?" you say.

"Yes!" She laughs. "I mean, it could have been a lot worse. You could have wanted to make me drink piss or do gangbangs or some fucked up thing."

You grin, but inside you're thinking maybe you should have asked for those instead. But no. She's going to be your little girl for you and that is crazy and fucked up and so exciting.

"Oh," you say as casually as you can, "there's more thing."

"Here we go," she says, giving you an arch look.

"No big deal," you say, smiling. "It's just...well...to complete the little girl illusion, besides the clothes and the baby talk I'll need you to keep yourself smooth."

"Smooth?" She looks questioningly at you.

"Yeah, you know. Down there. Your pussy."

She glances down her naked body and your eyes follow, down to the neatly trimmed expanse of dirty blonde hair.

"Smooth. Like a porn star," she says.

"No, silly," you say, caressing her breasts idly. "Like a little girl."

Amy bites her lower lip then glances back up at you.

"Do you want to shave my pussy? I mean, right now?"

Of course you do. You want to remove that hair, get her pussy perfectly smooth and pink, and then you want her to spread it for you and beg you to stuff it full of your fat Daddycock. But you don't say that, you just nod like a happy idiot, and follow her as she walks into the bathroom.

Minutes later, you are in the shower with her, the hot water washing over both of you, washing away the stink of your sex. Well, not the secret stink, the one that permeates you permanently -- the smell of your perverted nature.

You take your shaving cream and you lather her up, all white and foamy between her legs. As she stands with legs spread, water spraying her head and sweet tits, you take your razor and begin to sculpt her into your little girl.

"Careful," she says timidly, but you are very careful. You don't want any nicks or scratches. You want her baby smooth.