Female Hair Removal

[KiLlEr]

Wife sent it to me this morning.. PAINFULLY FUNNY!!!

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The first thing you should know is that hair removal is not my friend.
The particular talent of removing unwanted hair has eluded me and - dare I
say - become both my identifying trademark and downfall.

All methods have tricked me with their promises of easy, painless removal -
the Epilady, the standard razor, the scissors, the Nair, the EpilStop, and
now . . . The Wax. My night began as any other normal weekday night. I came
home from work, fixed dinner for my son and we played for a while. I then
had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next couple
hours:

Maybe I should use that wax in my medicine cabinet. I set up my boy
with a video and head to the site of my demise,um, I mean bathroom.

It was one of those cold wax kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just
rub the clear strips in your hand, peel them apart, press it on your leg (or
wherever) and ignore the frantically rising crescendo of string instruments
in the background. No muss, no fuss. How hard can this be?

I mean, I'm not the girly-est of girls but I'm mechanically inclined so
maybe I can figure out how this works. You'd think.
So I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each other,
stuck together. I'm supposed to rub it in my hand to warm and soften the wax
(I'm guessing). I go one better: I pull out the hair dryer and heat the SOB
to ten thousand degrees. Cold wax, my a$$. (Oh, how that phrase will come
back to haunt me.) I lay the strip across my thigh.

I hold the skin around it and pull. OK, so it wasn't the best feeling in
the world, but it wasn't bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer
eludes me! I am Sheera, fighter of all wayward body hair and smooth
skin extraordinaire! With my next wax strip, I move north.

After checking on the boy and verifying that he was, in fact, becoming one
with Bear and learning all about smells, I sneak into the bathroom for The
Ultimate Hair Fighting Championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on
the toilet. Using the same procedure, I then apply the wax strip across the
right side on my bikini line, covering the right half of my vagina and
stretching up into the inside of the right a$$ cheek.
(Yeah, it was a long strip.) I inhale deeply. I brace myself.

RRRIIIIPPP!!!!

I'm blind! Blind from the pain!
Vision returning. Oh crap. I've managed to pull off half an inch of the
strip. Another deep breath. And RIIIP! Everything is swirly and tie-dyed?

Do I hear crashing drums? OK, coming back to normal again. I want to see my
trophy - my wax covered pelt that caused me so much agony. I want to revel
in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold the wax strip like
an Olympic gold medallist. But why is there no hair on it? Why is the wax
mostly gone? Where could the wax go, if not on the strip?

Slowly, I eased my head down, my foot still perched on the toilet. I see
hair - the hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I feel. I am touching
wax. I look to the ceiling and silently shout "nooooooo!!" And realize I
have just begun living my own personal version of "The Tar Baby."

I peel my fingers off the softest, most sensitive part of my body that is
now covered in cold wax and matted hair, and make the next big mistake - up
until this point, you'll remember, I've had my foot on the toilet.

I know I need to move, to do something. So I put my foot down on the floor.
And then I hear the slamming of the cell door.
Vagina? Sealed shut. A$$? Sealed shut.

A little voice in my head says "I hope you don't have to crap anytime soon.
Your head just might pop off." I penguin walk around the bathroom trying
desperately to figure out what I should do next. Hot water! Hot water melts
wax! I'll run the hottest water I can stand and get in - the wax should melt
and I can gently wipe it away, right? Wrong. I get in the tub - the water
is slightly hotter than is used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize
surgical equipment. And I sit........
Now the only thing worse than having your goodies glued together is
having them glued together and then glued to the bottomof a tub. In scalding
hot water. Which, by the way, does not melt the cold wax. So now I'm stuck
to the tub.

I call my friend, 'C', because she once dropped out of beauty school so
surely she has some secret knowledge or trick to get wax off skin. It's
never good to start a conversation with "So my a$$ and ---- are stuck to
the tub."

She doesn't have a trick. She does her best to suppress laughter. She wants
to know exactly where the wax is ... on the a$$ - "Are we talking cheek or
hole, here?" she asks.

She isn't even trying to hide the giggles now. I give her the run-down of
the entire night. She tells me to call the number on the side of the box,
but to have a good cover story for where the wax actually is.

"You know that if we were working the help line at XX Wax Co.and somebody
called with their entire crack sealed shut we'd just put them on hold then
record the conversation for everyone we know. You're going to end up on a
radio show or the internet if you tell them the truth."

While we go through various solutions, I have resorted to scraping the wax
off with a razor. Boy, nothing feels better to the girly goodies than
covering them in wax, sticking them to a tub in super hot water and THEN dry
shaving the sticky wax off!

In the middle of the conversation (which has inexplicably turned to other
subjects!) I find the little, beautiful saving grace that is the lotion
provided with wax to remove the excess. I rub some in and start
screaming "It's working! It's working!"

I get hearty congratulations from 'C' and we hang up. I successfully remove
all the wax and notice, to my dismay, that the hair is still there. So I
shaved the d@mned stuff off. H&ll, I was numb by that point anyway.

And then I put the box of wax back in my medicine cabinet. Never know when a
moustache might start to come in. Tonight, I attempt hair dying.

[Taurec]

*snickers*

Poor females.... Thank god I stopped cycling else I had to shave my legs.

[Chief Petty Officer Klerk]

*snickers*

Poor females.... Thank god I stopped cycling else I had to shave my legs.

Tau: Thats where you say "I don't give a flying f*ck" comes into play.

[Raspberry]

GOD how I pity that woman...

Yup indeed - you guys can't even imagine HOW we have to suffer to have the freaking hair removed only for you guys to have sth nice to stare at ><"

[Taurec]

Euhrm .. It's not like we say that you have to do it.
Even us males have to shave off fricking EVERYTHING according to Braun.
I assume having to run around as a bald smoothie is the latest fashion.

[LeoXiao]

Glad I'm a guy. All we have to do is shave our faces and when you get to the age where you can grow a beard, that's even better (it is warm in winter).

[HELLFIRE]

Merciful... Help...

// breaks into peels of laughter

...Ouch!!




Regards

[Raspberry]

Euhrm .. It's not like we say that you have to do it.
Even us males have to shave off fricking EVERYTHING according to Braun.
I assume having to run around as a bald smoothie is the latest fashion.

Oh, don't we? Are you sure? Would you like to have some intimate interaction with a sexy-but-looking-like-a-sasquatch girl?..

As for the shaving - well, THAT depends on our tastes, really. I like dudes with thick hair and a little bit of facial hair... And even if it's a trend - I don't think every woman demands you guys to be as smooth as pro swimmers, lol xD

[Taurec]

Oh, don't we? Are you sure? Would you like to have some intimate interaction with a sexy-but-looking-like-a-sasquatch girl?..

Not really .. but you can hardly blame me for it.

I am, just like most men today a victim of this ""beauty"" ideal as portrayed in the western media.
Ever since we were young this was imprinted on us.
Excuse us but we just don't know better.

And it's not just us. Even girls diet as crazy because they feel pressured by beauty magazines.

[KiLlEr]

Oh, don't we? Are you sure? Would you like to have some intimate interaction with a sexy-but-looking-like-a-sasquatch girl?

If you hear a bustle in the hedge-row
Don't be alarmed now
Its just a spring clean for the may queen.......

True, but I'm not into hairless either.

There must be a happy spot somewhere in between. You have to take care of yourself, but there is a limit to where it becomes pure insanity (or is it unsanity ooo bad pun) regardless of its origins.

[Taurec]

Specially for you KiLler

Aarg my eyes...


Admins prerogative; Do not let this thread slide into something we don't want to know it exists.

[KiLlEr]

GGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! MY EYES!!!! MY EYES!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

I'M BBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!

[LeoXiao]

That guy looks like a d*ck.

[Taurec]

Hey respect "the Hoff"

There was a time he was the founder of cool.

[KiLlEr]

Yah... Don't Hassel the Hoff