I will be totally honest with you guys here. Before I met Doc, I almost never shaved unless I was going to a doctors appointment, or was wearing a shirt where you could tell and see my pits, or if I was going to see Doc. Then I would shave. Other than that, I was an all natural type of girl, not because I believed in it or anything, it was out of pretty much sheer laziness.
My thoughts are, I wake up, shower and put scrubs on, come home and put sweats on. No one would ever see me naked, so what's the point if buying all that shaving gel, razors, and using up my precious time for no one to see and or appreciate. It wasn't bothering me any, so leave it be I guess.
Curious44, I am only 41, but over the past ten years or so I have noticed a major decline in my hair production on my legs, pits, and vaginal areas. When I was young, I had a full bush down there. I could shave my legs and in two days they were covered in black hair again. I wore shorts a lot in those day due to athletics, so I didn't really have a choice.
But after both girls were born, there wasn't time or money to take care of those extras so it sort of went by the way side, until I realize one day that it has been years, and even more importantly, I was okay with that.
When I first went out to meet Doc, I knew there would be nakedness happening, so everything got shaved, everything, except he wrote a specific order for me to NOT shave my backside at all. Well, oddly enough, that was the ONE area I could't stand for him to see me with some hair. But he convinced me medically speaking that it was the right thing to do and I knew he was medically correct in asking me not to shave back there so that he could see what kind of area he would be looking at. He needed to be able to determine if the cyst was caused from a hair, or was sebaceous etc. Now, keep in mind, everything else was already shaved and including that hinney crack until the few weeks prior to my butt surgery in which he was very very serious and actually brought out his super concerned doctor voice tone and hat for that one. I knew he meant business.
So, there I was, on my belly gown open in the back since I was going to have a cyst removed from my butt. I was sitting up on the table waiting for him and the other doc to enter the room. The first thing in my nervousness I think I blurted out to this poor other woman Doc/his partner was an apology for my harry butt. She just laughed and reminded me that as a nurse, we medicals have see it all before, which, I also say to all of my patients, but now understood the patients thinking of "well, you maybe have seen it all before but you have never seen me all before" So I had a make a note to self on that one to remember to place myself in my patients shoes more often, lol. Well, without all the ditty gritty details of that surgery, unless someone asks me for the other dirt, I remember being told to lay on my belly. I was looking strait ahead, so one of them pulled the gown over on both side exposing my huge cyst and my hairy butt crack. I was dying of embarrassment, they were unchanged. I think they looked at the hair placement, determined it was cause by an infected hair, and then they knocked me out after trying countless times to get me and the area numb, it just wasn't happening.
I woke up still as hairy as I was , pretty sore, but not too bad, a lot embarrassed that they have been that up close and personal to my butt hair, which still didn't phase them, lol, but was still causing me some embarrassment issues to say the least. I had to return to the office the next day before my flight to have my wound packed and redressed.
It was then the next trip out that he somewhat surprised me, he was meeting me at my work, I wasn't prepared, legs were not shaved neither were the pits, arms, or the land down under, but what choice did I have, he was headed right for me, I had no prep done, had no time to do any prep because I was working. So I set a plan in action. We would drive a bit, get a hotel, and I would jump into the shower and shave really quick, do a half assed job and fix stuff later when he was sleeping. My plan failed, he had other plans for me that night.
As soon as I got in the shower he asked me what I was doing and I told him I was washing the daily grid from work off of me, to which he opened the shower doors, caught me with a razor and can of shaving cream in my hand, which were both promptly taken away. He explained to me that after some careful thought, I was welcome to shave my arm pits and my arms and a few other things I wanted to, but any other shaving that was going to be done on my body would be done by him and as his sole desecration. I agreed and promised that from that day foreword my body was his to do with as he wished, and that still holds true to this day.
As a matter of fact, I had another doctors appointment that I needed to go and see another Doctor for that would probably require some shaving of some of "his property", he declined in allowing me to do, so I went hairy, like the beast I was at the time. Now the doc I went to see was not bothered by it at all and he sees it and much much worse all the time. I am still a bit miffed for him making me do that then, but I now see it as an act of faith towards him, and one that paid off.
So now, I am only permitted to shave my arms and mouth and pits at my discretion, the legs, pussy and ass are totally his domain. He owns me and he will do as he wishes to them. Which, up until that point, he had never shaved another woman's legs before in a sexual setting. After once, he was hooked, and so was I. There is nothing sexier than watching a doctor holding a razor/scalpel in his hands going to work on the women he loves with the precision and skills God gave him so many years ago. It really is a huge turn on, not to mention. but him watching coming up and shaving my legs with the precision he would be opening up a chest cavity to get to the heart it self. The look in his face and eyes told me he meant business and this wasn't a game to him, but more of an act of love, a unselfish gesture of a doctor giving of him self and not expecting anything to be returned. That to me was more priceless that you would ever know. Think about it, at least for me anyway. I have always held doctors in such high regards, and to think one of them loved me enough to humble himself to hold my hand getting out of the shower, dry me off inch by inch with his own two hands, then preparing a warm place for me to sit or lay down so that I would be comfortable in whatever place, and warm so that he would shave my legs and my fanny. I have to tell you, I kept my eyes on his the entire time, intrigued by his skill with a blade, never knicking my skin at once. Honest to goodness, it really is one of the most romantic gestures he's every shown me. Just makes me love him all the much more.
Someday I will talk him onto even shaving my arm pits too, maybe arms as well. One step at a time baby, one step at a time.
Now, moving on the man side of this. When he first met me he had some hair on his chest. But it's a medical known fact that men who have "lack of disease" and who suddenly find themselves in a relationship where, because of whatever reason, are now having a lot more sex, satisfying sex, suddenly start noticing hair growth especially on their chest, belly, inner thighs, and often either on their shoulder blades or in the small of their back. The extra testosterone their bodies kick out to keep up with their new love life also aids in this extra and sudden hair growth. I'm sure there are a lot of other metabolic changes occurring that are way too complicated for my little nurse knowledge and concept, but on the surface, that pretty much sums it up.
Maybe this next trip I won't shave my arm pits and will make him do it for me. Remember, I really enjoy pushing his limits, hehehe. He's such a stud, and he still has no idea how incredibly sexy he really is, which makes him even more sexy, lol.
SO, let the shaving begin. Edward Sissorshands, where are you when we need you? LOL
Mashie