Removing hair from those faraway places is not easy. My preparations for a full week of femulating in Provincetown were a typical example.
At home, I had removed all the hair from my legs, arms and breasts, but my back still awaited me—and the dress I planned to wear Monday night demanded a hairless back.
Monday afternoon in my P-Town BnB, I tackled the jungle with my Mangroomer. It did a good job of clearing away most of the heavy brush, but the result was far from a smooth hairless feminine back.
Next, I tried removing the remaining hair with my Norelco face razor. I succeeded in the places I could reach, but some hair remained in the middle of my back, beyond the razor’s reach.
I carefully considered my next move. I had Veet, Nair and a foam paintbrush that I could use to apply one of the chemical hair removers. The brush’s long handle would let me reach the unreachable—but I hesitated.
In the past, applying Veet or Nair immediately after shaving had burned my skin, leaving it red and sore for days. But what choice did I have? In the worst case, I would be unable to wear the dress I had planned, and my back would be sore for a day or two. So I took a chance and applied Veet all over my back.
After a few minutes, I felt a slight burning sensation, so I jumped into the shower and washed off the Veet. I held my breath as I inspected the results, but the Goddess of Femulation was on my side! My back was completely hairless, without a burn in sight.
Elated, I began dressing to kill for the evening. I wore the ivory floral taffeta party dress with an empire waist and bubble hem that I had bought at Torrid in November. I paired it with white thigh-highs, ivory floral four-inch pumps, a white handbag, silver jewelry and a white shawl.
I thought I looked lovely, but I’ll let you be the judge (see my photo above).
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| Wearing Shein |
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| Robert Mitchum (left) and Burt Lancaster (right) femulating with Errol Flynn at the 1950 Friar's Frolic charity event. |
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