27: WE NEED TO TALK

THIRD-PERSON POV

“Mother, do we really have to do this?” Nigel asked Mrs. Whitmore as he lay down on the spa bed. He was a nervous wreck, and he regretted the moment he agreed to have a girl’s day with Mrs. W. But the woman insisted after walking in on him when he got out of the shower. He hadn’t shaven his new legs or bikini lines since he’d been inside Miranda’s body. Mrs. W almost had a heart attack when she saw all that bush. Nigel didn’t understand human grooming rituals. So now here he was, lying buck naked with hot wax all over his legs and privates.

“Just lie still, Miranda, you’re almost 18 and old enough to get a bikini wax since you’ve been ignoring down south for a while now. I only hope you are bathing properly.”

The masseuse was as gentle as she could be as she pulled away strip after strip of thick blonde hair. At least Nigel knew Miranda was a natural blonde. “Fuck that hurts!” Nigel cried.

“Miranda, watch your mouth.”

“Sorry Mother.”

“I hope Dr. Taylor is worth the mo