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The Long Embrace of Change
Part IV
I fumbled with the keys as I unlocked the door to my
flat.� Eventually, I got the door open
and I rushed in.� I nearly dropped the
bags I was carrying as I did so.
I�m not sure when I made my decision.� In fact, it wasn�t even clear, deep in the
deepest hollow of my mind, that the decision was mine at all.� My ears felt as if I should be hearing a
faint noise, but I couldn�t really hear anything.� Once the decision was made, it became a
mission.� It had to be done.� There were things I just had to buy right
away and use that very day.� Nothing
would stop me.� So I turned around and
went to the store.� Now I was home again.
I lined up what I�d just bought around my bathroom sink � a
new set of electric hair clippers, a new razor (one of the type used by women
to shave their legs in the bath), a satchel of bath crystals, and a couple of
red candles that smelled like roses.�
I took off my clothes and looked in the mirror.� My clothes didn�t fit very well anymore � I�d
been going to the gym, and for the past two weeks my breakfasts and lunches
consisted of weight-loss shakes, supplemented with my morning pills.� My waist was much flatter and firmer than
before.� I wasn�t doing weights, so I
wasn�t sure why my chest looked a bit larger, but I didn�t really mind.� In fact, I liked the way it looked.� And now that the nipple piercings had more or
less healed, my chest felt really good.�
This was especially true when I gently fingered the rings, making my
nipples � and often my cock � erect.�
I turned out the lights and lit the candles.� The bathroom didn�t have a window, so the
room was lit only by the warm glow of the rose-scented candles.� I put on some music � Beethoven piano sonatas
� and started the bath.� I put some of the
fragrant bath crystals in the filling bathtub.�
And, while the bath was pouring, I took out the clippers.
There wasn�t a moment�s hesitation in my actions.� I turned the clippers on and ran them up and
down my arms, chest, armpits, and legs.�
I stood with my back to the mirror, looking over my shoulder, as I ran
the clippers over my shoulders and back.�
Finally, I pressed them against my butt and sheared off the hair on my
ass.
I was already half-hard by the time I got home, but I was at
full attention now.� Clumps of dark, wiry
hair tumbled the ground.� The cold,
vibrating blades felt good against my body.�
My body was being stripped of its hair!� I couldn�t remember ever wanting to do this,
but I worked as though my whole life had been meant for this one moment � as
though I wanted this more than anything else in the world.
And then it was time for my crotch.� I hesitated for just a moment � long enough
to enjoy the feeling of the clippers in my hand � and then dove them into my
pubic hair.� Before long, I had removed
everything but a little inverted-triangle patch right over my stiff cock.� Gently, I ran them along my cock�s shaft and,
more gently still, my scrotum.� I trimmed
the hair of my over-cock triangle down, but didn�t shave it off completely.
The vibration against my genitals was almost more than I
could take.� I felt my hands begin to
shake with anticipation, forcing me to slow down a bit.� Once or twice, I found myself holding the
clippers against my balls just to enjoy the sensation.� Pre-cum began to drip from the tip of my
penis.�
After a few moments, it was done.� I stood surrounded by the cloud of hair
clipplings around my feet.� I was
breathing heavily.
By now, the bath was full.�
I stepped in.� The hot perfumed
water soothed me. �I soaked for a few
minutes and then smeared shaving foam all over my body.� Running the razor over my skin was as erotic
as the clippers � I was familiar with the feeling of a razor blade against my
face, but against skin that had never been shaved, it was more intense.� The newly-bare skin, exposed to the air for
the first time since puberty, seemed extra-sensitive.�
I carefully shaved my cock and balls, making sure to leave
sharp, crisp lines along the sides of the triangle.� My balls were engorged with cum and ached for
release.� I left my ass for last,
carefully shaving the hair from around my asshole.
Once I was fully shaved, I soaked in the bath for a while,
enjoying the feeling of warm water against my nakedness � a nakedness greater
than I�d felt since I was a child.
I remained stiff the whole time.� Finally I stood in the bathtub and rubbed
myself to climax, spraying cum into the air above the water.� It was one of the most intense orgasms I�d
ever felt.���
I soaked in the bath for a while after coming.� I really should have been drying off, getting
dressed, and heading out to the lab � instead, I lazily stroked my bare skin
with my fingertips, enjoying the glassy smoothness.�
After I got out of the tub, I gave myself a good, long look
in the mirror.� I looked amazing.� I felt liberated, as though the body hair had
been holding me back from�..well, from something I couldn�t really define.� My hands began stroking my body up and
down.� It wasn�t long before the sight
and feeling of my freshly-shaved body got me good and erect; as the last of the
Beethoven sonatas finished, I came again.
I decided to go to the lab after all.� It was mid-day, but I could at least get some
writing done.� But I had a hard time
focusing on my work � between the memory of what I looked like, naked, no body
hair, swelling chest bejeweled, and the way my clothes felt against my skin, my
thoughts were elsewhere.� I could�t wait
to get home and see what it would feel like to sleep naked without body hair.
On the way home, I took a detour to the same body piercing
studio where I�d had my ears and nipples pierced before.� I�d decided to get a second set of piercings
on my earlobes.� The same black-haired
woman was working; the sides of her head had been shaved, giving her a short
black mohawk, but little else had changed.�
I signed the disclaimer form while she made a quick phone call
(occasionally looking at me through the corner of her eye), and then I had my
ears pierced again.
Just as I turned to leave, I felt compelled to stop.� The same weird sensation of hearing something
I couldn�t hear hit me, and I turned around almost mechanically.� The piercer stood before me, putting
something I couldn�t see in her pocket, and she said, �You will follow me.�
I did.� I don�t know why I did � I just did.
We went back to the room where my nipples had been pierced
two months earlier.� She closed the door,
looked at me, and said, �Strip.�
Again without hesitation, I pulled my clothes off, standing
before her with my newly hairless body.
She looked at me up and down, then pulled out her cell phone
and dialed a number.� �Yes, he�s
shaved.� Did an acceptable job.� You want me to go with the PA?�� She nodded and put the phone down.
�Sit in the chair.�� I
did so.
�You will relax.� You
will not move.� You will not speak.� Is that clear?�� I nodded.
For some reason, I wasn�t getting aroused.� I should have been � the piercer was very
attractive.� Was it the embarrassment of
lying naked before a stranger?� Was it
something in her voice?� I still don�t
know, but I remained flaccid before her.
I even remained flaccid as her rubber-gloved hand picked up
my penis.� Her other hand slipped a thin
plastic tube a short way up my urethra, causing a strange burning
sensation.� She then took a needle and
pushed it into my penis just behind the head.�
In a few seconds, a steel captive-bead ring had been threaded through
the hole and out through my urethra.� I�d
been pierced yet again.
It hurt, though not quite as badly as the nipples.�
�This will bleed a little tonight and tomorrow, so make sure
you keep it clean.� You will also have to
sit to pee from now on.� Is that
clear?�� I nodded.� �You will always sit to pee from now on.� Get dressed.�
I�m not quite sure what happened after that.� I vaguely remember seeing her pull a long,
brass tube from her pocket, but my next memory was of me walking home, trying
not to let my underpants chafe my newly-pierced cock.
That night, sleeping was pure torture.� The feeling of the sheets against my hairless
body was erotic.� This tended to make me
erect, which caused the new piercing to hurt and bleed.� So I found myself lying naked, without
sheets, just to keep myself from the agony of an orgasm.� And I dreaded having to use the toilet � the
head of my dick burned furiously when I urinated � seated - for the first time.
Later on, the inner sense I�d been having on and off over
the past few months � that my life was somehow changing course, and that
someone else was helping chart the course � hit me again.� And I didn�t mind � didn�t mind at all.� That put the thought of the pain in my cock
aside, and I dozed off.
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