So, yesterday was my last day off before I have to go back to work on the late shift.
I woke up at 6.30 with Emma to make her a cuppa before she set out to catch the train for uni.
I kissed her goodbye and jumped on the net, did a lil browsing, you-tubed for a bit then did a bit of system maintenance.
I was bored by 8.30, so I jumped in the bath with plans to dress up for the day as I hadn't done it in a while.
(Here I should point out, when Emma got to know the whole truth about me, she imposed 2 rules;
-Never wear her clothes
-Don't change your body to a more feminine look that is permenant or long lasting eg never shave your legs, pluck your brow to a pencl line or pierce your ears. Upper body shaving is accepted as some blokes will do this anyway.
The reason for this rule was simple, when I'm out of skirts and stockings, she wants her bloke back and not a girly boy in mens clothes.
These rules were agreed upon at the start. I had no problem with it, I understood every reason implicitly, she even suggested something called dance skins if I wanted my legs to appear smooth... more on this later).
So, I'm in the bath, shavin my chest and keeping the short and curly ones in check.
And heres the part I can't reason any other way, other than I had to know how it looked and felt.
I started shaving my thighs!
I didn't have any thought of rules or boundaries at this point, only the look and feeling I was going to achieve when I got done.
Eventually I was done, surrounded by hair swirling in the bath. Still no thought of what I'd done, I just couldn't wait to get my stockings on. I cleaned up the bath, got dry and got dressed for the day.
Stockings on- Appearance, pretty much spot on, loved not seeing short black curly hair under the nylon.
Feeling... little difference if Im being quite honest. THe tactile enjoyment is neither increased or decreased.
So I spent a nice day dressed. Watched TV, went on the chat room, played with stumble-upon for a while, had a nice day.
But soon Emma would need a ride home from the train station, so I got undressed, cleaned off my make-up and took another bath, this time just to relax for a bit.
Then came the moment of realisation, when I pulled up my guy jeans after the bath...
"SHIT! I've shaved my bloody legs!!!!"
I'd have to deal with this later.
So I pick her up, and we get started on a massive chat in the car. Emma's a nursing student now, and I qualified nearly 4 years ago myself so I've been through all the BS lectures.
Anyway, after 2.5 hours of "The NHS is on its arse becuase..." and "What they need to do is...", I blurted out,
"Er, I need to appologise, Ive kinda shaved my legs..."
She thought I was kidding. I wasn't.
Then the shit went down, I tried to explain what was going through my head at the time, we both agreed there wasnt much going through my head at the time.
Anyway, long and short of it is this
- I knew the rules and boundaries, I broke them.
She got my wig out and cut it in half right infront of me.
I was told I could have a replacement when my hair grew back.
Then she went to my femme clothes with a bin-bag, put all my stuff in the bag and locked them in the old car that is currently SORN, she has the only keys with her now.
I was told I could have it all back when my hair grew back.
If I do it again, she's gone, and that is the last thing I want.
Im posting this on here for everyone to see that I actually find this fair.
I broke the rules, now my enjoyment of something has been restricted for however long it takes to grow hair.
Moral of the story,
Those of you with accepting SO's, take note, if there are rules, obey them. Theyre there to protect your relationship.
Ive learned the hard way, my girl needs her man, and I need my girl more than I need hairless looking legs.
In hindsight... I was pretty stupid