comfort, not style, while Chris stood there

feeling like an idiot in that suit with the little make-believe A-cups.

She gratefully accepted the hot cup he offered, sipped daintily, then suggested, "You want to go into the bathroom and get started? Let's see, she thought to herself aloud. "We probably should try depilation since it's easier and gives much smoother results." She put down her half empty cup. "You ready?" she asked eagerly.

Chris found it very difficult to meet her penetrating stare as he nervously answered, "Yes, I think so. But you will have to show me what to do."

"That's what I'm here for, silly," Caroline grinned. She grabbed his hand and escorted him down the short hall and into the bathroom, reached into a cabinet and handed him a large blue glass jar. "Rub this on your legs, just a thin coat will do but cover everything, and use a little extra under your arms since the hair's thicker there. Ok?"

Chris's shaking fingers accepted the jar as he helplessly tried to figure out why he was doing this! The stuff was an ugly brownish color and had a distinctive medicinal scent. It was cold going on but warmed after a few seconds, then it made his skin itch as the gooey cream dried and stiffened like mud.

Caroline watched as Chris smoothed the smelly cream over one hairy leg. "That's good. I usually do it just before a shower when I'm naked Chris gave her a suspicious look that made her laugh. "Ha ha...no no," she stammered, waving her hands before her as if to ward off his astonished stare. "You won't have to do that. You have your suit on here, but at home you might want to do."

Chris finished the second ankle and leg, working upwards toward the high-cut hipline of his suit and even with his crotch, always mindful of Caroline's critical observation. "Now do the same with your underarms."

Chris obediently smeared the odorous cream into the hairy patches of his armpits, then placed the well-used jar in Caroline's outstretched hand, his elbows stuck out like a crazy bird to allow the messy goo to do its work.

Caroline scooped her fingers into the jar and looked at Chris expectantly. "You better drop the top of your suit," she indicated firmly.

He had sheeplishly complied, trying to keep his elbows out while peeling the suit down to his waist. Chris watched with growing regret as Caroline smeared the smelly mess across his chest. "Why there too?" Chris asked with flushed cheeks.

"It well help when you wear the suit, and if you wear something that is open in front." She looked him over carefully, filling in spots he had missed behind the knees, then replaced the lid on the container and put it away. "Now you have to wait a few minutes to let it work. Do you want to finish your coffee?"

"Yea," he answered.

He felt like an Egyptian

mummy, wrapped and ready for burial.

Fifteen minutes seemed like an eternity but, finally, Chris locked himself in the bathroom and stepped into the steaming shower, still wearing the feminine swim suit. The sticky cream rinsed away easily under the hot stream, along with all the hair it had covered, leaving only smooth pink flesh behind. Caroline was waiting in the living room when he had dried as best he could and joined her.

She eyed his body critically. "Oh yes! That looks much better." She bubbled on for a bit