"How about we give him a wax?" Amanada suggested
Before Jon could object, Lacy agreed. "That's a great idea!" She turned toward him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I know it seems scary."
"Cause it is." Jon interjected
Lacy kept on talking as if he didn't say anything. "But you will feel so good and feminine when you're done. I know not all girls like to shave or maintain themselves, and that's fine, but if you want to do this, you start by going with what feels good. And trust us, you will feel great once this is over."
"Can't I just shave?" Jon looked between them, trying to offer some middle ground. The way Lacy put it, having no body hair might be kind of nice, but the idea of waving just didn't sit with him.
"Not if you want to have it grow back thicker and heavier," Amanda said. Jon shuddered at the thought: thicker body hair? Ewww. A week ago, he might have been ago with it, but the way Lacy and Amanda were talking, well, it definitely made sense to get rid of it all. "Now, come with me."
"Be careful with him," Lacy said, giving Amanda a slight glare. "Don't scare him too much."
"I wouldn't dream of it," she said, giving Jon a smile. "We'll want him to look his best for his boyfriend."
"Girlfriend," Jon corrected. "I'm going with my girlfriend." Technically, they weren't dating. Yet. But it had the potential, and well, he did want to look his best for Karen.
"We'll definitely make sure you're beautiful then. Don't want to disappoint her." Amanda turned and headed toward the back of the shop.
Jon stood from the chair, kind of wondering why they made him sit down, but followed her without complaint. She lead him through the salon to another room. Inside was a padded table and several cabinets.
"So, I need you to take everything off." Amanda turned her back to him, turning on something and began to pull some stuff out of a drawer.
"Okay." He toed off his shoes and removed his shirt and pants, tugging his socks off as well. He looked around and saw a chair by the wall and placed his stuff there. The stone was still in his pockets and he didn't want anyone else to find it.
"Underwear too." Amanda said.
"But I..." There had to be things he drew a line at. This was one of them.
"If it makes you uncomfortable you can where this," Amanda held up a very small, very thin set of fabric. IF those were his only options, at least he'd have something to cover him up. He turned back around, and pushed his briefs to the floor.
To took him a moment to figure out what the fabric was, and how it worked, but he figured the biggest piece was supposed to be in the front, so he worked off that. The rest of the fabric covered nothing, and now he had a thin strip between his butt cheeks.
Jon was almost too embarrassed to turn back around, but he did, holding his hands in front of his crotch. Amanda didn't say anything to him aobut it, but he knew she was thinking about his dick held in only by that tiny fabric. He was too embarrassed and afraid to be aroused by it, and right now, he really just wanted to go home and never think about any of this again.
But for some reason, he stood there, naked except for this tiny underwear (it couldn't be a thong, guys don't wear thongs), about to be waxed.
"Hop up on the table and lay on your stomach. We'll start with your back." With that, Jon found himself laying face down on the table, not really ready to experience this, but he found himself without a choice.
