“So that’s all your pubic hair removed?”
I force myself to look up at her. She’s staring at me with raised eyebrows. The silence makes my mouth dry.
“My boyfriend wants to see what I look like bald.”
I blurt out.
Shit why did I tell her that?
“Well a bald pussy is much cleaner and more acceptable for oral sex.”
Did she just say what I thought she said?
Her red lips are still moving. My cheeks are on fire.
“But from what I’ve seen, girls your age often can’t handle the discomfort of waxing. I’m swamped today and don’t have time for teens squirming and whining while I work. I need you to stay still and follow my instructions.”
Therapist woman’s green eyes pierce my soul. And for some reason I don’t understand I feel butterflies in my groin.
“I’ll be brave,” I hear myself saying, “I promise.”
“Good girl. Follow me”.