When Jon entered his bedroom, he saw what Mary had left for him. There was a note saying, ‘just in case you decide to shave’ on top of a plastic box which contained her electric lady shaver and a variety of attachments. Jon inspected the ergonomically shaped pink shaver for a moment before clicking the switch. As it buzzed away Jon looked down at his pleated school skirt and his hairy legs beneath it. He turned the shaver off before perusing the manual. There were separate bits for leg hair, under arm and bikini line.
“Bikini line!” He said to himself, “I don’t think so!” he added, before he removed his skirt & blouse and hung them neatly on a hanger. He sat on the edge of his bed and began slowly removing the hair from his legs. It took far longer to shave his legs than he expected, and once he was finished, he inspected them to make sure he hadn’t missed any stray hairs.
Without thinking, he changed the attachment and went on to shave his armpits too. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, holding one arm above his head, shaving the second armpit when he heard a knock on his door. No sooner had he clicked off the shaver and dropped his arm, the door opened and his sister popped her head around the door. “I thought I could hear buzzing.” She said.
“Mary!… Can’t you knock and wait? I’m barely dressed!”
“Sorry!” She replied. “I didn’t think.”
Jon went bright red as he sat there in his knickers and vest, having just shaved most of his body hair off. Mary stood there grinning from ear to ear. “You’re doing your pits too?” She asked knowingly.
“You’re still here!” He sighed. “A little privacy please?” He asked.
“Oh yeah… sorry.” Replied Mary as she closed the door, leaving him alone once more. Jon quickly finished shaving his arm pit, before pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
He cleaned the hairs off the shaver before leaving his bedroom and tapping on Mary’s door.
“Come in.” She said.
Jon opened the door and entered, giving her the lady shave back. “Thanks.” He shyly said.
“You’re welcome.” She replied. “How do they feel?”
“Weird” He replied.
“Roll your leg up.” She instructed. “Let’s have a look.”
Jon sat beside her on the bed, raised one leg and rolled up his trouser leg, running his hand over his smooth skin as he did so.
Mary ran her hand over his smooth leg also and said, “Much better! Now your tights won’t itch and they’ll look nice with socks too.” She smiled.
“I’d rather just wear my old uniform.” Jon moaned.
“Oh cheer up Jon.” She said supportively. “At least you’re not built like Jenkins! He’d have stuck out like a sore thumb… whereas you make a quite convincing school girl.”
“Oh thanks.” He replied with a bucketful of sarcasm. “Lucky me!”
“You know what I mean.” Mary insisted. “You must admit that you look far better in a skirt than Michael Jenkins would, or Rodney Marsh for that matter!”
They both chuckled at the idea of those two if they ended up having to wear the girls uniform too. “I suppose.” Jon conceded.
Mary and Jon shared a comfortable silence before Mary reached over to her bedside table and retrieved a head band. “Here, try his.” She said, holding it ready to slip onto his head.
“I’m not wearing that!” He protested. “It’s bad enough wearing the skirt!”
“I only want to see what it looks like.” She insisted. “Only for a moment.” She added with ‘please’ written all over her face.
Jon sighed. “Go on then.” He muttered, letting Mary place the metal head band onto his forehead before pushing it back to comb his fringe off his face.
She then pulled it forwards just a little, before smiling from ear to ear. “Have a look.” She said.
Jon leant to one side so he could see his reflection in her dressing table mirror. He looked different with his hair off his face. “I can’t wear this!” He said as he pulled it off. “I look like a right girl!”
“I know!” she smiled as she took the hair band from him, removed a few if his hairs from its teeth and placed it onto her own head, giving herself a similar style to the one she’d just given Jon. She smiled at him as he observed her wearing the head band. “And what’s wrong with looking like a girl?” She asked.
“Nothing.” Jon replied. “If you ‘are’ a girl!” He added.
They spent the rest of the evening watching TV in the lounge. Jon kept his hand wrapped around his smooth ankle as he sat curled up on the sofa. His thumb was almost constantly running over a small section of his hairless limb. Unwittingly, he ran his hand up towards his knee to feel his shin, lifting his trouser leg up as his did so. “I see you decided to shave then?” His Mother asked as she noticed.
“Oh er…” He stammered. “Mary lent me her lady shave.”
“Well you obviously like it.” She added. “You’ve not had your hand off them all evening.”
Jon blushed whilst Mary smiled, as did their Mother.
Before long bedtime arrived. Jon removed his jeans and t-shirt ready for bed. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His legs did look better he surmised. Not because they actually did look better… longer and more shapely, but only because they suited his predicament better, he convinced himself. He climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep.
