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The Reluctant Model I
"How did I ever let her talk me into this?" I thought for the hundredth
time in the last twenty-four hours. I was standing in my wife's sewing
room wearing a pink, halter-top sun dress while she pinned up the hem
and I wasn't just wearing the dress; she had dressed me from the skin
out! I was wearing a padded girdle with a built-in waist cincher, a
long-line, padded strapless bra, and a pair of hot pink open-toed four-
inch sandals and that wasn't even the worst of it; she had removed all
of my body hair ("The clothes just won't look right with all that hair"
she had told me), glued on false fingernails and painted my toes and
fingers with a shimmering pearlescent pink polish, and, "For the full
effect" applied makeup and curled my shoulder-length hair. I was even
wearing large silver hoops in my pierced ears ("I'm so glad you had
these pierced during your hippie years") and several silver bracelets
and rings.
It seemed like more than two days ago when we had our conversation about
me being her "mannequin". She had recently inherited her mother's
sewing machine and had been busily working on a whole bunch of new
clothes for herself. I came out of my office (I'm a writer and I work
from home) and found her sitting on the couch in the living room.
"How's the dressmaking going?" I asked innocently.
"Fine up to a point," she answered, "but I need your help."
"Sure," I said. "Anything I can do to help." If I had known what I
was getting myself in for I might not have been so quick to agree.
"I need you to wear some things for me while I do the final alterations.
There's no way I can try them on myself and get things right." She was
using her cutest pout and she knew I could never resist, but I tried!
"I don't exactly have the right shape for your clothes, do I? Aren't I
missing a few curves here and there?"
"You'd be amazed at what a little cinching and padding can do and, other
than that, we are almost exactly the same size."
She had me there. We were both 5'7" and as a result of the aerobics
workouts that she had started me on a few months ago, my 135 pounds was
almost an exact match for her weight. Even our hands and feet were
similar sizes; we had accidentally worn each others athletic shoes in
the past and they fit perfectly and I knew from playing around that her
rings and bracelets fit me as well. I was searching for an appropriate
response when she continued.
"Pretty please," she asked with a smile. "I promise I will make it
worth your while." I knew from the gleam in her eyes what she meant and
knew that my resistance was rapidly crumbling.
"Well," I said reluctantly, "I guess we could give it a try. I know
I'll look totally silly and you'll have to promise not to laugh too
much."
"Having you look silly is not my intention. I need you to look as good
as possible otherwise I won't be able to visualize the final product. I
know that some of things I am going to ask you to put up with may seem
like a bit much but you'll just have to trust me. Can you do that?"
She knew that I loved her so much that I trusted her completely so I
just nodded my head in agreement. We agreed that we would get started
early the next morning and nothing more was said about it for the rest
of the evening. I did catch her looking at me strangely and a couple of
times she was kind of playing with my hair but I didn't really think
anything about it at the time. Over the last year with her
encouragement I had grown my hair down to below my shoulders, and it was
now as long as hers. She worked part time doing hair and make-up in a
high-end spa and made sure that my hair was kept trimmed and well
conditioned.
The next morning she woke me with coffee in bed. Even though it was
only 7:30 she had obviously been up for a little while and was already
dressed in a tiny tank top and a pair of skin-tight shorts. The tent in
the covers made it impossible to hide my reaction and she quickly
stripped and climbed into bed to take advantage of me. She basically
just pinned down my arms, climbed on top and rode me until we both
exploded. As I was getting my breath back she rolled out of bed and got
dressed again.
"Come on now," she teased. "Drink your coffee and get out of bed. We
have a lot to do today." I wasn't sure what she meant but I was soon to
find out. I followed her into our master bathroom and was about to
step
into the shower when she stopped me.
She had me stand in the middle of the floor and brought out some
electric clippers she had brought home from the spa. Before I could
even think to protest she had them turned on and was running them up my
leg. I was dumbstruck as my hair started to fall to the floor. By the
time I managed to speak she had already finished with one leg and was
starting on the other. I could tell from the length of the hair
remaining that she had the clippers wet on their closest setting.
"Wh?what are you doing?" I finally stammered.
"Just relax, honey," she replied with a purr. "I promised you wouldn't
look silly and I'm going to keep my promise. The clothes just won't
look right with all this body hair and, besides, I can't wait to feel
your smooth body next to mine. I've always fantasized about removing
your body hair and now I have a reason to do it!"
She reached up and grabbed my penis and proceeded to give me a raging
erection while she finished up my legs. She continued to stroke me,
bringing me just to the brink of orgasm several times while she
continued her work. She had me completely in control and I didn't utter
a peep of protest as she went over my entire body. When she was
finished I didn't have a hair on my body, even my arms, that was longer
than ? inch except for a heart-shaped patch that looked to be about an
inch long above my otherwise denuded penis. I was aching for relief and
actually cooperated as she put my hair up in a shower cap and covered
my
body with a thick paste.
As she began applying it to my face she said, "This is the latest and
greatest in temporary hair removal, it actually permeates the follicles
so the hair is completely gone when we remove the paste! We've been
using it for about a year at the spa and, so far, we haven't seen any
regrowth at all for the first month and, after that, the period seems to
extend with every application. Why, we have one client who has had
five
treatments and now has been hair free for almost three months!"
"Isn't this a little drastic," I mumbled as she covered my upper lip
with the paste.
"Remember I said I wanted you smooth? Well, I also don't want any
stubble. Besides, I think you are really going to enjoy the feeling and
we just might want to keep you that way permanently!"
Up to now it had all been a lark. I was really enjoying the attention
even if it meant the temporary loss of my body hair. I wasn't sure how
I felt about making it permanent though. "Well," I thought, "she asked
me to trust her and I am going to!" I was quiet as she led me into the
shower and told me to stand there for ten minutes. I did as she asked
although, by the end of the time, my arms were tired from being held
straight out and my skin was tingling fiercely everywhere.
Finally she turned on the shower and instructed me to rub all the paste
off with a washcloth. As I slid the cloth up my leg, wiping away the
paste, I was amazed that the skin underneath showed not a trace of hair
or stubble. By the time I was finished cleaning myself off I had rinsed
the cloth out numerous times and I was really beginning to enjoy the
feel of my smooth body; just rubbing my hands over my smooth legs sent
shivers up my spine.
I took off the shower cap and washed my hair with the shampoo my wife
had given me to use. It had a strong flowery smell and generated an
amazing amount of lather. When I rinsed it out, my hair felt as clean
as it had ever been and the flowery smell was still very noticeable. As
I grabbed the big, pink fluffy towel that was hanging by the shower I
heard my wife call out, "Pat, don't rub, it's better for your skin."
As I was finishing drying off she came into the bathroom and handed me a
bottle of pink lotion. "Use this all over," she said, in a no-nonsense
tone, "and rub it in good. Oh, and don't use it on your face; I've got
something else for that!"
It took me quite awhile to apply the lotion everywhere and, by the time
I was finished rubbing it in and it had all been absorbed my skin was
silky smooth. My wife entered again carrying one of her dressing gowns,
pink satin with ruffles on the hemline and at the end of the three-
quarter length sleeves, and I didn't utter a word of protest as she
slipped it on and tied the wide satin sash snugly around my waist. I
was in kind of a daze as she led me out of the bathroom. I couldn't
believe how good the satin robe felt slipping and sliding around my
smooth body.
As she sat me on the bed she said, "Okay, now it's time for a real
treat! I'm going to give you a pedicure and I want you to just lay back
on the bed and relax." I did as instructed and for the next half hour
or so I was in heaven! I had never had a pedicure before and thoroughly
enjoyed every sensation. In fact, as she was massaging my feet and
toes
I became so relaxed that I must have dozed off because the next thing I
knew she was starting the same process on my hands. This proved every
bit as relaxing and, sure enough, I was soon backin dreamland.
"Wake up baby. I'm done with your hands and feet. What do you think?"
"That was one of the most relaxing and enjoyable things I have ever
experienced," I said sitting up and opening my eyes. "Oh my gosh!" I
exclaimed as I got my first look at my hands. She had glued some kind
of tips on to my nails that extended about half an inch past my fingers
and painted them in a shimmering, pearly pink. I looked at my feet and
the toenails were painted in the same color!
"Now honey, calm down," my wife said with a smile. "I promised you
wouldn't look silly and this is a part of the process. We still have a
lot of things to do and everything will go a lot smoother if you just
relax and enjoy the pampering." As she was saying this she was rubbing
the inside of my thigh through the satin robe and, I had to admit, it
felt really, really good. My fate was completely sealed when her hand
moved up and gave my throbbing erection a couple of strokes. "See," she
purred in my ear, "You really are enjoying this, aren't you?" I know I
mumbled something in reply but, inside, I resigned myself to willingly
going along with whatever else she had in mind.
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