The first time I got a Brazilian, I walked down the street, all endorpined up, underwear-less under my skirt with a soft, smooth pussy that I could not stop petting for days after. But, I don't have the patience to wait for the hair to grow back long enough to keep it going. I couldn't get past the stubble phase. I would give up and go back to the razor and the creams and the gels and all of various potions designed to prevent those god damn bumps.
For years I have been at war with my bikini line and losing. Fuck it, I said to myself. I'm pulling out the big guns. Or in this case, the big laser.
I'm bad at following instructions. I was supposed to shave the day before. I forgot so I had to do it that morning. I got caught up at work and forgot to put on the numbing cream an hour before. I hoped a half an hour would do it. I guess, it would have to. I waited in the exam room reading the recently added framed magazine article on the counter. According to Elle magazine, my dermatologist is a genius. I took great comfort in that.
Then she came in, gave me a gown and turned on the machine, which chimed like a feminine Mac booting up. She told me it would feel similar to a rubber band snap. I asked her how bad it would be, really. She said, "Well, everyone's pain tolerance is different." Yeah, well...
I put on the yellow tinted safety goggles and laid back. She started with that little spot just below my belly button. She gave me a zap, so I could feel what it was like. Is that it, I thought? Is that all you got? Then she moved down closer to the pubes. "Oh, yeah. I see now." It was nothing like a rubber band snap. It was more like a hot needle. There were only a few zaps ranging from an annoying twinge to a prick hot enough to make me grit my teeth and suppress a little gunt as the slight scent of burnt hair wafted through the room. But it was only a few zaps.
Then it was time for the sides. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes behind the goggles. By now, I was sweating slightly. She'd give me a rub and tell me how good I was doing. But then it was over! The whole thing couldn't have been more than 10 minutes. I laid back with an ice pack on my nether region for the next 8 or so minutes cooling off my crotch. In the end, it was not bad at all. I walked out all endorphined-up and went back to work with some slightly achy thighs.
I go back in a month for round two.
