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A Model Child By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter One "Hey mom." Ray walked into his house with a with a McDonald's bag. "Raymond?" his mother asked, sitting at a sewing machine. "What are you doing here?" "I got your text, so I thought I'd bring something to eat," Ray replied, raising the bag. "I know how you get when it's getting close to the show and you forget to even feed yourself." "Oh gaaawwwddd I know," said his mother, taking a breath. "That's so thoughtful but I barely even think about eating and don't even really get hungry." "In the zone," laughed Ray. "I know. I get that from you, so I understand." "Sorry about that one," laughed his mother. "But you're better at zoning stuff out than me. You're like the coolest kid under pressure. Remember last weekend's big shot? I'm so proud of you!" "That was almost a month ago, mom," laughed Ray, shaking his head. "But yeah that felt good and even better beating the best team." "You always step it up, baby," said his mother. "And we compete every day for what matters, so it's always a good life lesson. I'm competing right now for my designs to make the show like I do every year, so why do you think I'm still here late at night?" "I know it's a constant battle, but I get worried with you working so many long hours," replied Ray, frowning. "Someday I promise you can slow down and I'll take care of you instead." "I'm sure you will, but I don't want you to have to," said his mother. "Now don't make me feel worse than I already do for not seeing enough of you lately, but I'll make it up to you sweetie once this crazy crunch is over. It's only a few times a year for the really important shows, and this one is the biggie that sets up the others as you know." "Mom, nothing to make up. Gotta pay the bills and I understand," said Ray, sitting down next to her. "Now do you need anything laid out or cut? Let me help you." "No, I'm past all that Ray," said his mother. "Maybe I should have taught you to sew." "I know you didn't, because I'd have sewn my fingers together," laughed Ray. "But I wish I could do something?" "Well since you're asking, and it is getting late," smiled his mother. "I could use you a little if you're willing?" "Again with that?" Ray looked around. "You don't mean? And right here? Like in the studio?" "I do," nodded his mother. "It would be a big help actually." "I thought you promised last year I'd never have to again, and said I was getting too tall now anyway," gulped Ray. "Well yeah, but my model this year is 5'11" and it's almost nine pm," said his mother. "You see any models like that hanging around." "You mean besides me?" smirked Ray, taking a deep breath "Exactly, please, and it won't take that long." His mother helped him off with his jacket. "Because I'd really like to see if this design works tonight, and then I promise we can head home together?" "But mom, I've only done this for you at home?" said Ray, looking around. "You know when it's just you and me?" "You see any other seamstresses around?" replied his mother, pointing to the empty spaces around her. "Now come on, just take off your shirt and get on the block, please." "Only because you're the best mother anyone could ask for, except your promises are not so good these days," smiled Ray, pulling off his t- shirt. "You're old enough to say they're shit," laughed his mother. "But I do still promise we can knock this out quickly if you stand still." "Well remember it was you that called them shit and not me," laughed Ray, stepping onto the block. "I'm sure you won't let me forget it, and maybe it's you that should be eating more, not me," said his mother, wrapping a tape around his waist. "Mom, I run track and play basketball," said Ray, puffing out his skinny stomach. "I try gaining weight but it never happens. Did you want me to get fat? You think maybe I work out too much?" "Honey, you got your skinny figure from my side of the family, and your father's metabolism," said his mother, measuring his chest. "The guy could eat all day and never gain a pound." "So then that's still a good thing, right?" Ray said, relaxing it now. "Yeah, as long as you don't go all day chasing women across the country like he did," said his mother, getting a little upset. "Mom, all I have from him is that metabolism, and he has no idea what he's missing," said Ray, hugging her. "The rest of me I get from you. All the good stuff, so to hell with him and we've never needed him anyway! Have we?" "My gawwdd you're just an amazing kid, Raymond, and we never will!" said his mother, wiping a tear. "Now stop making me cry and get your pants off. We've got work to do." "So I'm assuming you need me in heels, too?" said Ray, pulling off his pants. "Did you actually need me to answer that, Ray?" His mother pointed to a rack across the room. "Take the black sling back stilettos on the second shelf. They may not be a perfect fit, but between the wide toe strap in the front and the thin sling back strap, they should do the trick." "These are going to make me like 6'3" at least," said Ray, pulling them off the shelf and looking at them before he sat down, sliding in his right foot. "That's one long legged model you're dressing this year, so let's make this quick before I fall on my ass, mom." "This girl is Swedish, but they all are these days honey, and I doubt that," said his mother as he sat sliding on the other shoe. "Now I know it's been a year or so, so take small steps first, but it's like riding a bike." "Sure, because I usually ride a bike in heels and my underwear," joked Ray, standing up, balancing cautiously, then stepping towards her. "Well I know you love working out, but you're still my baby boy, so I'd rather you didn't," joked his mother. "Now get your skinny ass up on the block." "Your eighteen year old baby boy," laughed Ray, talking her hand as he stepped up. "Who for some reason is still stuck being seen by his mother in his underwear?" "That we'll be fixing momentarily," said his mother, walking over and taking a long garment from the collection. "And I've seen everything you've got, so stop with the shy bullshit." "Ahhhh I'd rather not know the last time you've seen, so maybe it's getting too weird with you saying that, mom," said Ray, holding her shoulder as he stepped into the garment. "Why would that bother you, sweetie," said his mother as he stepped in with the other foot and she began slowly gliding it up his body. "Because you're my mother, and you're talking about my privates?" said Ray, getting flush. "Which are not so private bumping out a little in this dress, are they?" replied his mother, stepping back. "Oh?" gulped Ray, looking down. "Mom, it's not..?" "I know it's not, and it doesn't matter," said his mother, pinning around his waist. "Gowns like this are made for girls on the red carpet without penises, but we'll need to fix that for the next outfit, which is a jumpsuit. Now step down and walk for me." "Walk where? and fix it?" Ray asked. "Fix it how?" "Across the room, and duct tape is a designer's best friend," said his mother, observing him as he walked across the room and then she twirled her finger for him to return. "You mean like tape it out of the way?" said Ray as he stepped back onto the podium as she made some adjustments and then unzipped him. "We have male models tuck it back all the time to draw less attention there, and other times pack it in when we want a different sort of attention," said his mother, helping him out of the dress. "I have to get the crotch of the jumpsuit just right, as it's tight from the ass up, so tucking and tucking good you'll need to do for me sweetie." "Oh," said Ray, watching his mother rip off a length of silver duct tape. "Sure, and what about?" "Thank you, and yeah lose them for now," said his mother, turning away. "Wrap it around and pull back as tight as you can, then slick it in your butt crack. Let me know if you need help, because I've..." "Seen what I got, yeah let's please never talk about that again, mom," said Ray, dropping off his briefs. "Oh jeez, the things we do for family." "Like this could be worse than sitting at your track meets for nine hours while we wait to see if you'll race again," said his mother, making a face and ripping off another piece. "Now do it and then use another piece or two to make sure the other two are up and out of the way." His hands were shivering as he wrapped his manhood and then gasped as he pulled it back. He smoothed the tape between his butt crack and then did as she asked, taking the next few pieces and making sure his balls were pushed up inside him, securely taped. He ran his hand over the weird feeling of being completely flat, and then sighed, dying to get this over with. "Ok," Ray said, turning red. "Let's get this over with please." Around she turned him, inspecting with her eyes before turning all business and taking a jumpsuit from a hanger. It was actually so much tougher to step into already in heels, as she carefully guided the shoe down the entre leg of the pants. He could feel the tape pulling at his flesh as she manipulated his legs until finally his stiletto safely emerged and then up came the jumpsuit over his arms. With the shiny glittered black garment zipped only at his lower back, it was loose on his shoulders yet skin tight at his waistline. He knew exactly what she meant now that he needed to be tucked, as it hugged his ass like spandex yet flared down his legs. It was as high fashion as it gets, with the V-neck starting at his navel and spanning all the way up, as the top seemed more like a barely there vest. With his entire spine exposed, it's V-neck was mirrored in the back as the only adjustments she made with some pins were at the hem of the pants. "Oh, that is sexy on you!" said his mother as he walked. "This I'm thinking Heidi will rock in and really sell." "Wow, it is sexy, but how many women can actually wear this?" said Ray, walking and turning. "Aren't most girls much curvier than me, and won't their boobs pop out of this?" "That we use a different type of tape for honey. Double sided, and my model barely has boobs bigger than you," laughed his mother, helping him step back on the podium. "Curvy sure, but that's why the ass section is stretchy, but it's meant to be worn by stick figure models. In the real world we adjust a few things for stores." "You mean so you lie?" laughed Ray as she helped him out of it. "Like the high fashion stuff is mostly bullshit?" "You mean everyone isn't an anorexic, drop dead gorgeous, extremely tall string bean?" joked his mother. "Don't think so mom?" said Ray. "Which is why these fittings matter on models, since actual stuff that goes in stores gets changed a bit for real figures," laughed his mother, before playfully hitting his ass. "Now don't give away the trade secrets, and let's get you changed." "What secrets would I possibly give away, and to who?" Ray replied. "Secrets, like my mother likes putting me in dresses?" "Well maybe, but that was a jumpsuit, but now this is a dress," said his mother as he stepped in. "A dress I think should be sensational with your figure, and I'm hoping the girls will die for." "Oh gawwwdd. It's huge?" said Ray, stepping in. "What's this, like a prom dress or something?" "I'd say that's something amazing, and I could see a Quinceanera party dying for it. Or maybe sweet sixteens, or even a variant as a ball gown," said a voice behind them. "Now I thought the jumpsuit was lovely for the show and a bit risqu?, which I'm ok with, but this I see as your best piece, Veronica." "Miss Opal, I didn't know you were still here," said his mother surprised. "I uuummm." "It's ok dear, and your work is astonishing," said Miss Opal. "And hello Ray. Long time no see, and you look quite lovely in that, dear." "He was just helping, Miss Opal," replied his mother, mortified. "I've been just trying out some things and..." "No need to explain, Veronica, and as always, your resourcefulness is second to none," Miss Opal admired her work. "You do amaze me always with your creativity, and looking at him like this, I can see why you use him." "Sorry, but Heidi is never available to me like she should be," said Veronica, annoyed. "I don't mean to complain, but she does not put in the effort that I need." "I know," nodded Miss Opal. "She's been a problem for some time now, hasn't she?" "You damn well know she has," exclaimed Veronica frustrated. "She was supposed to cut her hair last week like we have in the contract and didn't show. Then we redo the appointment and she shows as a chocolate brunette, which was never agreed to, claiming she cut her hair elsewhere which was nowhere near what we agreed to. Now I can deal with putting her in wigs, but she's a bullshit artist so why can't she just level with me. If she did, we can alter things so everything works together like it should. Is that too much to ask?" "Not at all," said Miss Opal. "Which is why I have some bad news, and the reason she is never here. Heidi has quit. I'm sorry." "Do not even joke like that, Betsy!" Veronica said exasperated. "I'm way too tired." "I'm sorry, Veronica," said Miss Opal. "I wasn't." "That bitch!" yelled Veronica fuming. "I cut all these outfits around her! So who is going to replace her? Do you know how many extra hours I'll need to fit someone properly, and that's if I can. We didn't even have any other models like her in your lineup, and my collection was built around her!" "Which is why I'm sorry, we'll have to scrap it," said Betsy, turning away. "Scrap it? You just told me they looked fabulous?" said Veronica stunned, and then beginning to panic. "I know, but you know this business as well as I do," said Betsy, turning back and looking at her. "I'm sick about this!" "You're sick! You have nine more seamstresses' dresses you're presenting! This is all I have!" said Veronica shaking. "Please, what can we do? Maybe we can we just send out some images, or bring in stores instead after the show? We both know so many of the buyers, and I know they'll be interested in my dresses?" "We both know you'll lose out if you wait. Deals will be made right after the runway before people leave town, and if not we'd have to fly people back in. The deals will be shit, and we'd both risk losing tons of money on your collection if we do that," Miss Opal explained. "You've been doing this for a decade, Veronica. You know that as well as anyone." "What I know is my son starts college next year, and I was depending on this collection," said Veronica, tossing up her hands. "You know I'm a single parent, and this was to be a big year! We've talked about this for months, and I've worked my fingers to the bone to get this right." "And you knew the risks when you transferred years ago to making high end fashion," said Miss Opal, lecturing her. "It's the risk for reward side of the business, and I warned you back then that if you couldn't handle it to stick with making children's dresses. You were the best we had at it." "The best? And before that, the best at pillow cases and baby's clothes," yelled Veronica, practically pulling her hair out. "That barely paid the bills, and did you expect me to waste my talents making bed spreads or little girl's outfits forever?" "You damn well know I didn't, but I'm sorry," said Miss Opal, feeling horrible. "Without the right model you know as well as I do I can't put your outfits on the runway. Both of our reputations are at stake, and it won't work." "Oh gawwwdddd!" screamed his mother frustrated. "Get down Ray, and please just walk into the next room and change while I have a private chat with my boss. This can not be going down like this." "Yes mom," nodded Ray, stepping down and walking over two steps to get his clothes. "Just a moment, Raymond," said Miss Opal. "Are you in Jimmy Choo's, dear?" "Jimmy who?" Ray asked puzzled. "Sorry," smiled Miss Opal. "The designer, dear?" "No, Miss Opal?" said Ray. "I'm in my mother's designs." "Really Betsy? Complaining about what shoes I put him in for five minutes. My son understands a little about fashion from my ranting, raving and asking opinions at the dinner table, but he doesn't know shoes," said his mother. "Those are just from the sample shelf that fit him, and had the right heel height." "Not what I meant, Veronica, so let me re-phrase it darling?" said Miss Opal, looking at Ray. "So you can walk in those, Ray?" "Oh, I won't fall and rip the dress Miss Opal," said Ray. "I'm cautious with good balance, I promise." "Interesting?" said Miss Opal. "But I mean like you really can walk in those?" "Uuumm sure?" said Ray turning beet red. "Been helping my mom for years." "Betsy, no?" said his mother. "You're not?" "Walk to me, honey?" said Miss Opal, tapping her chin. "And maybe we've got something here?" "No, I can't allow that?" his mother yelled. "I can't ask him to?" "Why the hell not?" yelled Miss Opal. "Who the hell trained him to walk in heels like that? Obviously you, and who cares if he's..?" "No, he is not gay," defended his mother. "And he is not a cross dresser or anything?" "Like anyone cares in this business, and he does have your features," smirked Miss Opal. "Bring him into hair and makeup tomorrow, and let's see what we can do." "I couldn't," said Veronica. "He's my son." "The son you have to put through college, and you've been breaking your ass for," said Betsy, walking over to him, lifting his chin and moving his face. "Mom, you don't actually think..?" Ray began to say, totally taken aback by all this as Miss Opal was staring at him. "No, I do not, so and I won't, Betsy," said his mother, freaking out and walking over, unzipping the back of the dress. "No, let's get you changed and all come to our senses." "Just a moment. You sure?" said Miss Opal, circling him and then moving his pony onto his left shoulder. "You really want to scrap your collection without even exploring if we could make this work?" "I do not want to scrap my collection. We've got twenty four hours to find a model, so light up your rolodex, Betsy," demanded Veronica. "I'll work all night tomorrow if I have to in order to fit her, so just find me someone! Anyone that come close to fitting and could do the job!" "I can try?" replied Miss Opal, rolling her eyes. "But you know as well as I do it's unlikely I can find someone like Heidi with no notice, and even if I do, is that who you'll trust to do your designs justice? It's a long shot." "A long shot I need to take," yelled his mother, stepping between her boss and her son. "Go change Raymond while we make a few calls together." "Yes, mom," nodded Ray, starting to walk into the next room to change. "But maybe if..." "But nothing, and do not interfere with my business conversation," interrupted his mother before yelling at him, "Now I told you to go change." "Yup," nodded Ray, walking into the next room. "How dare you do that in front of my son?" said Veronica enraged. "He's na?ve about all this, and he has no idea how this business works." "I'm sorry, but he won't be na?ve when it comes time for him to pick a college shortly, and you tell him you can't afford it," said Miss Opal. "He's not a baby anymore, and you can't protect him forever." "Maybe not, but I don't need the stress on him. I've worked too fucking hard to avoid that and to give him an education I never had," said Veronica, texting on her phone. "He's brilliant and the best kid anyone could ask for. I want him to go to the best school he can." "You're not thinking clearly, Veronica," said Betsy as she texted. "Believe me I am, and I'll take whatever college loans I need to for him if I need to," said Veronica texting. "He's all I got." "Exactly," said Betsy, looking at her phone and spinning it around. "All we both have for your sake at the moment, since Claire Jones from the biggest Model agency just laughed at me." "Then dial some people directly, Betsy," said Veronica, getting even more frustrated. "I worked my way up in this company and busted my ass for you for years. You owe me at least your best effort trying." "That I do," nodded Betsy, dialing her phone. "And here he comes, so I'll shut up about this until he leaves, but I still think reality is that you may possibly have a better option about to stare you right in the face." If looks could kill, Miss Opal would be dead, as Ray came into the room handing his mother back her dress. He hugged both of them goodbye while they were hard at work making call after call as she kissed him good night and sent him home. It would long be after midnight when he heard her come in and then as he was about to go see her, she went right to her room, slamming the door. It was a restless night of sleeping for both of them as the moment he heard her head downstairs to brew her morning coffee, he stepped into the kitchen, startling her. "Oh honey," said his mother holding her chest. "You scared the crap out of me." "Sorry," smiled Ray, walking over and kissing her cheek and getting a cup. "Where you going so early?" said his mother, looking over at the clock. "You don't have to be up for another hour?" "Well, I have to do a little maintenance before school, mom," smirked Ray. "I won't have time after. The schedule is pretty tight." "Maintenance?" asked his mother. "What maintenance, and what schedule? It's Friday night?" "Like the personal grooming kind," smiled Ray. "And maybe next time tell me how much ripping that tape would hurt. That was not fun, and took some things with it." "Oh gawwddd! I was tired and not thinking clearly?" said his mother, slapping her forehead and feeling horrible. "I'm so sorry, and now that I think of it, usually the models that do that are shaved first." "Yeah I'm thinking they are," smirked Ray, sipping his coffee. "But obviously now I'll need to do a little maintenance down there and fix that." "Honey you know I want to know everything in your life, but maybe that's a bit too much detail," said his mother, tapping his wrist and pouring more coffee. "I don't need to know about that type of grooming that you need to do, and even worse I'd rather not think about you grooming yourself down there to go out with Tracey. Oh gawwdd, and please be careful! I didn't even know you two were...." "Not going out with Tracy tonight mom, and now we are discussing way too much, mom," replied Ray, holding up his hand. "I'm eighteen now, remember." "Sorry, and don't remind me! I love you and trust you, so please just be smart," nodded his mother, sipping her coffee and then looking up. "Use you know..." "MOM!" squealed Ray, raising his voice. "Ok, ok," smiled his mother. "But if not Tracey, then who exactly are we grooming down there for? Is there another girl again?" "Not what I'm doing the grooming for," said Ray. "But kind of, yes." "Realllyyyyy!! Tell me," asked his mother, prying. "You know I had a horrible day yesterday, so don't you dare hold back on me! Was it that cute blonde cheerleader I saw you talking to after last game." "Well, I wasn't planning on it, and no! But I was thinking I could use your help with the grooming," said Ray, looking away. "I'm kind of not experienced in making things clean down there, and kind of anywhere." "Ohhhhh...... Well sure... I mean I guess? I am your mother, and whatever is fine, but," gulped his mother, feeling extremely uncomfortable. "And you sure about that, because I realize I've said I've seen all that you have, but it's been a while and forget it!.... I'm here for you baby. Whatever you need I guess, and maybe I should get some plastic gloves." "Mom!" yelled Ray, getting frustrated. "Please! Now while I do need to fix what has been ripped off in small chunks, that is not what I'm asking." "Oh," said his mother, relieved, rubbing her head. "Then I'm so confused." "Not as confused as I might be later, but all I want is you to help me get prepared," laughed Ray, rolling his eyes. "But in all seriousness, I won't be confused at all. In fact my mind is crystal clear on what I have to do, and I just need to be ready when I get there, so I need you to help me." "Sure," said his mother. "Prepare to go where? You need me to iron something and you didn't finish telling me about her, or what I had to help with regarding the grooming?" "Mom I've been texting all morning with Miss Opal, so I know you don't have a model," said Ray, turning around his phone. "Now I don't need you to iron anything because I don't know what I'll be in later, but I'm the model and it's done, so don't argue." "Raymond Arther McDermott," yelled his mother. "Tell me you have not, and I forbid it! I forbid it!" "Well I have, and I've told Miss Opal I'm there right after school, which is all arranged," said Ray, folding his arms. "I'm scheduled for hair and makeup to see if we can make this work, and trust me I will do whatever I have to for this, mother." "Raymond, no," said his mother, tearing up. "I've worked much too hard to..." "Yes mom you've worked very hard," interrupted Ray. "In fact way way too hard to have your chance blown by some bitch of a model walking out on you last second, or even worse by a girl that maybe they'll pull off the street that won't give a shit about your collection." "I know, but I can't ask you to do this, Raymond," ordered his mother. "You're my son and my world." "And you're my world too mom, so I don't need you to ask me, because now I'm asking you," said Ray with big eyes. "Please, honey?" begged his mother, getting emotional. "And you don't seem to be asking anything? You seem to be telling." "What I'm telling you is I need your help shaving my legs," said Ray. "Now I'd rather not cut myself up because I don't exactly know what I'm doing, and if I don't get started soon, I'll be late for school. So are you helping me, or did you plan on altering your dresses again to cover up the spots where I nick myself." "I will not!" said his mother. "And I'm kicking myself for even asking you to ever put one on now. I should have never used you like that, and look at where this has taken us." "It's taken us to the big tub," said Ray, turning around. "So you're either coming or you're not, but I have to leave for school in forty five minutes, and I will be leaving with smooth legs." She began sobbing as he walked up the stairs and into the bathroom, closing the door. He turned on the water and stripped off his clothes before taking a package of her pink razors and some cream from under the vanity. He soaped up the calf of his left leg, disgusted by seeing his hair poking through the foam as he was trying to figure out whether to glide up against the grain or down. He did a small section before wiping the blade under the water and then looked up, hearing the door being pushed in, seeing her standing there. "I just want you to know I'm totally against this, and I'll still be looking for someone appropriate while you're in school," said his mother with her arms crossed. "But you're here to help me anyway?" said Ray with his leg up. "Right?" "Of course I am, and thank you for wearing your speedo," smiled his mother. "Bad enough I'm doing this, but straightening out under there you'll do on your own. Deal?" "Deal," smiled Ray, handing her the razor. "Ok," nodded his mother, getting on her knees and gliding the razor across his calf gently. "And you do understand we'll have to do your pits, arms and that little bit of fuzz near your naval, right?" "I do now," smirked Ray. "But I did figure the pits for sure, and whatever it takes is what I'm doing." "That's what I'm afraid of," said his mother, changing razors and gliding off the next section. "And when I said I'd do anything for you sweetheart, this really wasn't on that list." "Wasn't on mine either until now, mom," said Ray, watching his leg become bare. "But five minutes ago you were about to help me shave my balls remember?" "Yeah, and do not make me laugh while I have a sharp razor between your thighs," chuckled his mother, shaving way up high. "And I hope you don't have gym class today?" "Thankfully no, but how fast do you think this will take to grow back?" Ray said as up went his brows. "I have spring track again soon." "A little late to worry about that now with your legs looking so pretty, but i guess you're wearing pants," teased his mother. "I guess so," nodded Ray. "Gee, if I would have thought of it, maybe I would have shaved them for you much earlier," teased his mother. "Considering maybe now you won't be dropping off those pants around Tracey now either." "Glad you can laugh about this now, mom," said Ray, realizing what that meant. "Hopefully she'll laugh about this too when she sees them." "Honey, she'll think it's sweet, and if I don't laugh I'm going to scream about all this. Really whether this happens or not, I'm going to have you try on some of my summer collection and a few other things I've been working on," teased his mother. "You've got even better legs than I imagined, so now at least I can really see if they'll "Five minutes ago you regretted ever using me to try on anything, and now you want me modeling summer clothes?" said Ray surprised. "It's my first time ever doing swim suits, and I'm talking only from the waist up, honey," smiled his mother. "Unless we kind of..." "I get it mom," laughed Ray, looking down at himself. "And we both know I'm not exactly bikini material?" "I know, and I'm sorry about that tape problem," cringed his mother. "I feel horrible about that, but seeing what I'm seeing?..... Well I get it, so just hold your hand there and I'll do as much as I can." "Mom, not what I meant," said Ray, as she began lathering his belly button and pushing down the waistband on his speedo a little. "Whether you did or you didn't, this has to get done," said his mother, not taking no for an answer. "Now hold your hand over the damn thing, and I'll at least take off the top and what I can without getting too personal." He pulled down his speedo more while holding his hand over his manhood as his mother now shaved from his naval down to almost the base of his hidden shaft. When she finished, she went around back, parting his butt cheeks and spread some cream with her index finger. Between them she took off any hair she found before handing him the razor and filling his hand with cream. "That wasn't too personal?" said Ray as she turned her back. "And is this part even necessary." "Honey, if this happens, trust me more tape will be on the agenda, so I'd start with a clean slate if I were you," smirked his mother, looking away. "And refresh my memory? Was it me that asked you or you that asked me?" "Mom, this is embarrassing enough so shut up and help your model shave her balls," joked Ray. "I'll cover up the part I'd rather you not touch, but please just do the rest." "What any mother wouldn't do for her son?" laughed his mother, turning around. "Spread as wide as you can and try not to move or I truly won't have a son much longer." "Well since you made me wear dresses, I imagine you've always wanted a daughter anyway," said Ray as his mother was slicing the hair from his testicles. "I've never said that, and that's not true," said his mother. "But if you don't stop fidgeting, I'm about to get one, like it or not." Immediately Ray tensed up, not moving as she sliced away the rest of his pubes and then and turned her back. "Done?" Ray asked. "Check?" said his mother. "I think so." "Oh jeez!" gulped Ray, pulling his speedo up. "Yeah I'd say so." "Smooth like the day you were born," joked his mother, turning back around and lifting his arm. "Ok pits, arms and off to school with you." She looked at her watch and then went to work finishing his upper body before finally pronouncing him done. She handed him some lotion, needing a minute to compose herself, taking one last look at him before leaving the room in tears. He knew not to chase her, instead doing as she asked and then getting dressed for school. Downstairs he came in jeans and a long sleeve shirt as nothing they'd done would be on display, and then he kissed her goodbye, grabbing his keys. "I'm still not giving up on finding someone while you're at school," said his mother, grabbing his wrist. "You know that right, sweetheart?" "I know, and good luck with that today," said Ray, kissing her cheek. But I'm still going there even if you do, because we both know it's a crap shoot and my mother deserves something a lot better than crap." "Oh gawwddd, I love you Raymond," said his mother, wiping a tear. "Love you too mom, and who's Raymond," winked Ray, opening the front door. "That's a horrible name for a girl, and get to work now, lady."