“Why?” I asked, still focused on the ceiling.
“Well there’s no nappy rash for a start.” she replied in a chirpy tone as she thoroughly wiped me.
The hardest part is always when she cleans around my dick and balls. My aunt does this in a swift, efficient manner, but no matter how clinical and brief the process is, it always feels sensual. Half the time I’m as stiff as a board by now, but today I manage to stay focussed and keep myself limp. The wet nappy is pulled from under me and as usual my aunt says, “There you are, all clean.”
As usual, I meekly thank her before sitting up and looking down at my naked self… only today I’m a bit too naked. “Wha…? Whe…? My hair’s gone!” I stammered, blinking a few times to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me.