to be bald or not to be bald

I have always been down to try out just about anything...
piercings - check
tattoos - check
new hair styles - check
waxing - check

but this time I was being tempted to go up a notch on something I had already tried. My friend Tamara had been raging on and on about how she had done something to herself that had improved her life in more ways than one and that I should try it. Of course... I was down, but deep down inside... I was scared.

It seemed easy enough. I would just lay there. Feel the warmth. Then a pinch. Then voila... a twelve year old would appear. That is NOT how I saw it in my head.
In my head I saw... ohmygod I am half-naked. on a bed. with a woman I had never met before looking into my soul. And then this warmth was going to be put on me and it might be hot. And then the pinch might be prolonged if she wasn't fast enough. What if she wasn't fast enough? How painful would that be? Would there be scars? Would I be damaged forever?

Instead of showing fear, I told her that I would join her the next time she went for this great adventure of hers!

And then the month passed.

I was nervous as hell. I cleaned up. Got ready. Put on make-up (for some reason I feel as if though I get power when I apply powder, silly I know. but it makes me feel better). And then we walked in.
The place was packed, so of course we had to sign in first and write down what we wanted.... WAIT... so now everyone that would sign in after me would know that Tamara and her friend were there for that reason???? (ok I wasn't really that freaked out about everyone knowing, but let's pretend for dramatic reasons).
As soon as I sat down, my name gets called out. Apparently, Tamara had made an appointment so that I would not have to sit and wait in suspense, wondering how I was going to stop myself from screaming.

The lady that was helping me take this adventure took me into this room with a bed in the middle. I wasn't really sure about what I was supposed to do, so I just stood there - out of the way - as she prepped stuff and talked about this and that. All I heard was blah blah blah.
Finally she looked at me and said "well take your pants off. I put music for you so you can relax. you look nervous."
I smiled and did as I was told. The pants came off without a problem and then came the panties. I was putting it all nice and neat on this chair when she turned and looked at me. AHHHH she was looking at me and my soul was all exposed.
"lay down here and we will start."

apparently, she was not impressed with what she saw.

I laid down on the bed as gracefully as I could and waited for the inevitable. She told me to hold onto my legs and the warmth came. She was swift and gentle. The whole time telling me that I was so strong. She kept telling me that she knew that I was nervous, but that it was going to be over soon. She kept at it, showing me her work each time proudly. And then the warm cloth came and it was all over. She pulled a mirror out (just like when you get a haircut) and showed me her work. There it was in all its glory - the twelve year old inside of me!

I had survived my first Brazilian waxing. The pain was not that bad, it was mostly just nerves! And now... now it was time for me to show myself off.

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