Bare Pet: The story of a lesbian girl - Becoming Bare Pet

II.

Having a bare pussy impressed me so deeply that I decided to try different methods. First, I tried depilatory creams, but they were worse than shaving and I hated the smell. I experimented with waxing, but it was a complete failure because I ended up with wax in my fur, because I couldn't pull them all out and I was left with bloodshot and bleeding little points. 

After the healing, I went to a cosmetician and asked her - my cheeks burning- to wax my pubes. She was unhelpful: she would do only my bikini line, so despite my embarrassment I went to another beautician. At this place there were three cosmeticians in one shop. I was very nervous when I asked the middle aged women. She didn't understand what I wanted because I was almost inaudible. I had to ask again and she repeated what I asked while she shook her head:

"Young lady, you should go home! I don't think your parents know that you want a full pussy waxing! I bet you are even underage..."

I left the shop before she had finished. My face burned like fire, and I didn't raise my head until I reached the bus stop. I didn't care what the number of the bus was, I just wanted to disappear, but before I stepped onto the stairs of the vehicle a young woman in a light blue robe, with almost white blond hair, grabbed my arm and pulled me back. She was one of the cosmeticians from the shop.

"Sorry, but I just heard what you asked for...and I think I can help you!"

"Look..." I couldn't find the words, my heart was still beating in my throat "...I don't want to go back there! The lady is..."

"Oh no! Of course you can't! I wouldn't dare! She would call the police!" We both laughed and she gave me her business card "Is it OK for you next week?"

"Next week? I would like to have it as soon as possible!" 

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, then we agreed that I would call her about 6 in the evening. I could hardly wait until then. She picked up right on the first ring:

"My colleagues are just about to leave. Could you be here in 20 minutes?"

"Yesss!"

"Please ring me before you arrive. You know, just in case..."

I jumped on my bike, and I was there in 15 minutes. The shop's blinds were down. I rang Samantha the beautician. I saw the blinds moved half way up the door and she opened the door for me. She let the blinds down again, and switched on the lights. We chatted a little about her colleagues while she prepared.

"I'm sorry that you have to come here again, but my flat is being refurbished and I don't have my things at home right now, and since you want it at once..."

"It's quite all right!"

"Is there a special occasion?"

"I don't quite understand..." I replied.

"The waxing! I thought you were doing it because you have a special occasion with your boyfriend."

"I don't have one!" I changed my mind after I finished the sentence, because what would Samantha think about me if she knew I did this just for myself? 

"I mean... there will be a..." I was desperately thinking on a good reason "Uhh... A lingerie show. Yes. Lingerie. You know how tiny G-strings are and..."

"You are a model!" wondered Samantha.

"No. It's not official... It's just between us girls from the school!"

"I'm almost ready. Please take off your underwear and sit here!"

I blushed as I undressed and finally stood there in just a T-shirt. Samantha's eyes got bigger when she glanced at me. She opened her mouth to say something and then closed it. She did this twice before I broke the silence.

"Is there anything wrong?"

"I don't know, I don't want to be too personal..."

"I think you can't be any more personal than when you are working on my most private parts, can you?"

"Maybe you are right! I'm sorry!" Samantha looked embarrassed "I just wonder... why do you want to get rid of your bush when you have such... large... I mean your anatomy is not quite usual!"

"You meant my lips?" my face was on fire again. I had sworn to myself that I would never get in such an embarrassing situation again, but now it was too late.

"I didn't want to hurt you! I shouldn't say that, but..."

I got angry and I was embarrassed because of my recent words about being single, and the lingerie thing and now a beautician almost calling me a freak. I knew that my dangling flaps are extraordinary, and I had heard comments before now but it was very ... annoying.

"All right! Out with it! Do you think they are ugly? Don't you think I should let my bush cover them?"

"I am so sorry!" Samantha seemed to be begging ."I just think that it will be even more prominent when you will be completely bare. I certainly won't say that they're ugly!"

"But you think they are!" I sounded like an affronted child.

"No. Really!"

"Don't do that to me! I mean it!"

"Then shall we?"

I got into the chair and she started to put on the wax. She worked silently. She tore only narrow strips at my bikini area. I thought maybe she wanted to inflict more pain because of our fight. She couldn't possibly know that I liked the pain.

"I will do it with wider strips in the middle, but here we have to be careful where the skin is thin, because you can get bloodshot..."

"I know." I interrupted her angrily.

I realized that my pussy was getting wet. I hoped that she didn't realise it. She worked very precisely. She had finished the upper part of my pubes. From my point of view it looked furless, but I knew that the tricky part around my vagina was still furry.

"Would you like to take a break?" 

She was very nice, but I shook my head.

"No...carry on!"

When she put on the wax onto my majora she pulled aside my lips. She did it very naturally but I felt that she pulled them very strongly.

"Please hold them open," she said, "I don't want to get wax on them!"

As I spread my lips, I knew she had to notice the wetness between them. I couldn't help myself, because stretching my lips gave me so much excitement. It was obvious when she wiped off the dripping juice with a paper towel as she started to work on the area under my entrance.

"I'm sorry, but my lips are very sensitive to tugging and pulling!"

She didn't reply. When she was finished with the waxing, she poured a lot of oil onto my pubes and rubbed it all over them very gently. 

"This will burn a bit, but just for a few minutes, it helps healing more quickly, and removes the rest of the wax."

She was right. It burned. 

When I was ready she helped me sit up and held a hand mirror in front of my pussy to show me the result. It was red all over with a lot of little red dots, but it was as hairless as never before.

"It will be all right tomorrow morning!" smiled Samantha when I touched my aching skin. 

"Very pretty!" she added when I stood up.

"Come on!" I looked into her blue eyes with disbelief "You don't have to say that!"

"I really mean it! And I think you are really very brave!"

"Why?" 

I started to put on my clothes.

"I know why you reacted like that.. It was because of my comment on your flaps . I really admire you..."

"For what?"

"That you have the courage to proudly show the world how different you are! I couldn't do that!"

"Well, thanks! Anyway you don't have to..."

"Ohh Petra! You have no idea!"

"What? Are you a freak as well?"

"Don't say that! You are not a freak! You are just different..."

"You mean ugly! O.K. You don't have to do this! Just tell me how much should I pay?"

"It is a gift!"

"A gift? For what? We don't even know each other!"

"You know what? You gave me the courage to accept myself. Will you believe me when I say that my lips are like yours? You won't believe me, will you?"

"No, but you could prove it!" I walked towards the entrance, taking some money from my pocket. "Let's just forget it... How much do I owe you?"

To my astonishment, she unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled them down with her panties. She had a dark brown, triangular bush. I had thought that she was a natural blond because of the colour of her hair, eyebrows, eyes and skin, but with such a dark bush that was hardly possible. 

She had really huge lips but they were noticeable despite the disguise. I stepped back my eyes wide open while she grasped the lips and pulled them downwards.

"Well, what do you say now? I'm colouring my pubes to cover my lips."

I was amazed, but I managed to stammer out an answer.

"I think this dark triangle on your white skin draws more attention, it is like a lighthouse in the night."

"Yes, but my fur is rather light, and my dangling red flaps show through it. It covers more this way, but I think maybe I could remove it one day..."

"I'll help you!" 

I got very excited to take part in the process.

"I didn't mean right now! I have to get used to the idea..."

"Why not? Your waxing wasn't that bad!"

"Pain is not my idea of fun, I can't take it! Not like you..."

"It wasn't just the pain that turned me on... I told you that my lips are sensitive... Don't be a chicken, let's do it!"

"O.K. let's do it! I have an anaesthetic cream and local anaesthetic too. We use it for piercings." said Samantha.

"You do piercings?"

"Well... sometimes." 

She opened a drawer and took out a tube of cream. I could see disposable syringes and ampules of anaesthetic in the drawer. 

Samantha used scissors to shorten her hairs. I helped her with the creaming. Her pussy was already wet. I massaged her pubes all over. I didn't avoid her lips. She giggled as the cream irritated and then numbed her sensitive parts. 

I was totally aroused. I really enjoyed creaming her intimate area. 

"It's a funny feeling... It feels like it does not belong to me..." she told me "You should wash your hands because of the cream. I'll wait a few minutes for the full effect."

I touched her lips and I asked her if she felt that or not. She said that she just felt numbness. I pulled on her lips for a further test. I would say that her labia minora are about the same size as mine, but hers are less elastic. She waited several minutes before she asked me to wash off the cream with an alcoholic agent. Then she started to apply the wax, and I helped her when she had a bad access to a certain area. She said that it would hurt a bit even with the cream. When she was ready I creamed her with the same lotion that she used on me. When she stood up, my eyes feasted on her bare sex. She walked to the door which had a full mirror on it and admired the view.

"How do you like it?"

"I like it! I really do! But how can I go to the swimming pool tomorrow morning? Everybody will look at me! Perhaps I can change without being seen..."

"Don't be ridiculous, Samantha! You decided to go for the smooth look; now be proud of it!"

"It's not about the furlessness, but my flaps..."

"Then I'll come with you to the swimming pool. Deal?"

"Great! I'm in."

After this I helped her with the cleaning and we parted at the front of the shop. I realized that I was soaking wet when I sat on my bike. I masturbated at home continuously thinking of Samantha until I fall asleep.

I got closer to Samantha. We regularly went to the swimming pool and to the gym once a week together. We got a lot of attention from other girls in the shower and in the locker room too. We looked like sisters because of our furless big-lipped pussies. Our features were obvious in the bathing suits as well, especially when she gave me a bikini as a gift which was yellow and got completely see-through when it got wet. I wasn't bold enough to wear it publicly, when I realized how it looked as it stuck to my bare skin. It was a complete porno shot even when it was dry.

"My God, Sam! This fabric is so thin that you could call it transparent. What is your plan for this? I couldn't wear this!"

"Yes you could! Pet, you have no idea how hard I worked on those!" 

She was standing behind me and we were inspecting my image in the mirror. One of Samantha's hobbies was dressmaking. She was really talented. Most of her clothing was self-made and she had already made me a very pretty dress, which was somewhat provocative too.

"Then make one for yourself as well! When you wear something like this, I will wear mine too!"

"I knew that you would say something like that!" smiled Samantha "It will be ready for next week!"



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