Saturday, April 21, 2001

Diary: Leaving Town With Shaven Legs

I'm a week away from beginning my trip to California, where I will spend the next year or so of my life.  Hockey season is over, and most of the people I know will not see me again for a while -- or at least, they won't have any reason to see my legs.

Which is a bit of a shame, really, considering how they look shaved.  

For the first time ever, I have completely shaven my legs.

I shaved them some seven years ago, but only partly, shortly before I met A__.  I bought a satiny lingerie outfit, with white fishnet stockings and a garter belt, for that occasion.  I have nothing new yet this time, but I did shave as much of my leg hair as I could.  It only took me about an hour, too.

I quickly showered to clean up any loose hair, and discovered the radically different texture of shaven legs.  My skin is so soft, so smooth, so slippery when wet.  Lathering my legs with soap was strange, because the soap had no hair to cling to.  I got horny rubbing my legs to clean them.  Even drying them was a new experience.

As soon as I dried off, I slipped on some black stockings, and hooked them onto my garter belt.  I have never seen my stockings cling so easily to my legs.  I have effeminate legs, covered in sheer nylon!  And they will be like this for a few days at least, before the hair starts growing back.  So I might as well enjoy this while I can.  I won't look normal again for another 3 or 4 weeks.

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