So I went to a new wax salon this week and got everything from the waist down removed. Hair wise, of course.
The salon is a year old so still quite new and as I was a new client there was still that awkward relationship where a complete stranger asks you to remove your underwear and let her spread hot wax on your penis and rip it off again.
Legs were done first which were quick and easy. Next was my bum which again was quick and easy.
For guys who have never had a wax done, down there, you usually have to go on all fours with your elbows down and your bum up. Quite uncomfortable, so remember that the next time you ask your girlfriend to go doggy with you. You then get your scrotum and surounding area cleaned, dried and waxed. It it painful, there is no getting away from that. I tend to “spot” as well which is a very slight bleed on my scrotum in small spots. If this happens to you, make sure you either put some paper towls over yourself to protect against the blood drying on your underwear or removal of underwear later when you are home can be sore.
So we were chatting quite the thing and I was asked to turn over onto my back. They usually put a hand towel over you to pretend there is some modesty, before whipping it off to get a good look, clean and start waxing again.
Being a new girl, I was not used to her touch and quite instantly became erect. I know this can make it easier for a wax as the skin becomes taught. But i just seemed to get harder and harder. To the point soon where it was difficult for her to move it around. She carried on around it but got to the point where she needed to move it down and when she did so she managed to pull my foreskin back, all the way back! She apologied and tried to fix it and in effect sarted to pull at my foreskin back and forth. It was both heavenly and horrifying all at once and I had to stop her, telling he I would fix it. She apologied and giggled saying she just realised what she was doing. I fixed myself and she carried on, saying, “..well at least you didn’t cum on me.”
Should I have said something back? I was in too much shock. Perhpas she was nervous and blurted out what she shouldn’t have, and perhaps it was a saving grace that I didn’t respond. Maybe it was just the ice breaker that was needed to build a trust and ensure I go back.
We chatted some more and she asked why I get waxed. She said she has one other male client who is trans and gets waxed for that reason. She just asked outright if I was trans too? Again I was in shock at the question and sheepishly said yes. “Wonderful.” She said. “What sort of clothes do you like to wear?” The conversation went from nail polish, to heels, to makeup to dresses.
I think I’ll go back.
Dirty Tranny Girl