Until last September, I had always been a seasonal body shaver. In other words, I only removed my body hair during non-shorts weather.
Last September, however, with close to a month of shorts weather remaining in my area, I shaved my legs and went out into public wearing shorts for the first time. It may not seem like a particularly big deal, but for me, at the time, it was a huge step!
During that experience, I learned that few people actually took notice of my long, smooth, shaved, feminized legs. A few of my friends, however, did notice, and actually asked me why I had shaved them. My response was “because I like to,” and that was good enough. Somehow, despite it all, that my legs had been noticed, I survived, and life miraculously continued on.
I have been shaving and epilating ever since. Until recently, that is. Lately it has been in the 70s and 80s where I live, and shorts weather is upon us again. Admittedly, I have felt a twinge of nervousness over the prospect of continuing to shave my legs for the duration of the spring and summer. I have not done that before. As such, distasteful thoughts of allowing my hair to grow back in for the summer have slowly but surely crept into the back of my mind. I do not like such thoughts. I do not like hair.
So I mentioned this to my wife, including my concerns. She knows how much I enjoy having shaved legs. She knows the feeling of liberation I experienced last September, simply exhibiting my legs to the world. And my wife loves me, and wants me to be happy. As such, her advice to me was to keep my legs shaved, to not worry about what others may think, and to go forth into the world again proud and hairless.
Given this shot of support and love from my wife, this morning I spent a fair amount of time epilating every single hair I could find away. It’s done. I’m committed. I am wearing shorts as I type. And I am about to go out into the world again . . . .