Thankfully she didn’t insist that I actually model the outfit for him, but he’ll be seeing it in all it’s glory before too long. Vincent, as ever was supportive. Whilst Mother pottered he told me that he knew that I’d much rather not wear feminine clothes for his graduation, but said it meant a lot to him that I would be.
Vincent himself approached the occasion with reluctant excitement as for the first time in his petticoated life, he too will be wearing ‘grown up’ attire. Since purchasing it a couple of weeks ago, he’s tried his outfit on a few times in the house, but never in public. Like mine, his consists of court shoes with slender heels, a smart straight skirt and a white blouse.
Aside from a handbag, Mother remembered another item she’d intended to buy me. “Immac.”
“What’s Immac?” I asked.
“Hair removal cream.” Mother replied.
“Hair removal cream?!” I quizzed.
“Yes. Hair removal cream.” she confirmed. “You can’t have hairy legs… you’d look ridiculous.”
“But I’ll be wearing tights.” I replied. “Stockings.” I corrected.
She never had any problem with hairy legs when I wore my school frocks or Sunday dresses for all those years. “Vincent’s done his legs and he’ll be wearing tights too.” she informed me.
I began to fear that I’d bitten off more than I could chew by agreeing to attend Vincent’s graduation wearing feminine attire. My blouse hung from the hook on the back of my bedroom door, my skirt hung in my wardrobe and my new underwear lurked in my drawer. This time last year I was used to having a drawer half full of girlie knickers and vests, but throughout the last year my drawer has been 100% male. With the addition of my new underwear the drawer feels somehow complete again, but not in a good way.
The day before the ceremony, Mother gave me a tube of cream bearing the word Immac. She told me how to use it and told me to use it on my legs, hands, arms, armpits… everywhere. I went to the bathroom and reluctantly I did as I was told. I waited the full fifteen minutes in spite of it getting really stingy after ten, and then rinsed it all off in the shower. Watching the hair fall away from my arms and legs was weird, but the smooth skin that remained felt kind of nice. The bathroom door swung open. “Mu-um!” I hollered as I covered my privates.
“I’m just checking how you’re getting on.” Mother said in a chirpy voice as she stood as bold as brass in front of me. “Have you removed all of it?” she asked.
“Er.. yeah.” I nervously replied, looking down at my hairless arms and legs.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yes.” I insisted, wiggling my elbows and waggling my knees whilst keeping my hands exactly where they are.
“Show me.” she said, as she stared directly at my hands.
“I don’t have to remove that too!” I blurted. “Do I?” I gulped.
After another handful of cream and another fifteen minute wait for it to take effect, I watched the last of my body hair disappearing down the plughole. As a seventeen year old, It’s been a lot of years since I’ve been hairless down there. I looked and felt like an overgrown child. Mother returned and checked that I was indeed hairless before telling me to put my pyjamas on. I complained that it was far too early and reminded my mother that I’m not a kid anymore.
“Well stop acting like one!” Mother insisted. “You’re not going anywhere tonight are you?” she asked. I shook my head. “I thought not.” she said, before telling me once again to put my pyjamas on. The sensation I felt as I pulled the brushed cotton pants over my new smooth skin sent shudders through me. I pushed my hairless arms through the sleeves of my PJ top and felt a similar sensation. I went down to the sitting room where Mother and Vincent sat watching TV. It didn’t seem fair that I was ready for bed at 7.00pm and Vincent was still dressed. “Ah. Ah.” Mother said as I sheepishly took my seat. “Down here.” she said, pointing to the cushion positioned on the floor in front of her.