Pretty well all things considering?

The wall of various oils, soaps, shampoos, conditioners, masks, cleansers, and variety of soft implements to administer these elixirs on the bathroom shower wall is daunting. You pick one of each "type" of thing and apply them to your body as best you can based on what you remember Liz using, what you've seen of various commercials, or through gossip, jokes, and talk among friends. When you are finished with the various fluid applications you turn to the razor. Having been shaving your face since early high school, you feel semi comfortable using a razor and shaving cream.

Unfortunately, it appears a woman's razor isn't set up quite the same, and Liz doesn't have an industrial sized bottle of shaving cream next to hers the way yours was sitting under the sink. Unsure how to proceed you decide to play it safe and shave in the way you are familiar with. You quickly towel off and open up the sink cabinet and get out your large bottle. You run your hands along the surfaces of your new body, and notice a light prickle of hair on many of the surfaces. You begin to apply it to all the surfaces of your body that you figure Liz shaves to keep smooth.

Quickly, you seem to be covered in the white foam.. damn, this is going to take a while.

At that moment Liz walks into the bathroom and her eyes pop out. After what feels like an eternity of her staring at you in disbelief she starts laughing, a deep vibrating crescendo that resonates in you and fills you with warmth and a tingling sensation. When she finally catches her breath she looks at you again and with a shake of her head says, "Jim, is that really how you think I shave every morning? Why would the razor be in the shower if I have to climb out and drop all over the floor while looking like the Michelin man's wife?"

Her question while reasonable, doesn't solve how you are supposed to dry shave your entire body. You look at her and just shrug, "I didn't know how else to do this."

She laughs again, "Honey, you just go slowly while running water over the surface, the razor is set up to be gentle and to not cut you if you're careful."

You blush a little bit, it should have been obvious, but having shaved like a man for the better part of two decades, your first attempt to shave a woman's body was met with a comically unforeseen challenge.

A spark of mischief lights your eye as you catch another glimpse of yourself, still covered head to toe in shaving cream, and Liz, wearing just a pair of boxer shorts.

You rush to her immediately, catching her by surprise, to give her a big, foamy hug! "Thanks for the advice darling!"