"This ugly hair has to go, darling," she said, pulling harder. "I hate hair on bodies." A blinding pain stabbed his chest when a few hairs came loose....He cried out, tears squeezing from his eyes. She chuckled softly."Don't worry," she said. "We'll shave you nice and baby bare." Her hand started a slow caress of the spot where she'd pulled the hair. "And maybe less painful." I... ," he began as a teardrop slid across his cheek. "I really need to go home. You know that I have to." But he didn't. Bill stayed with us during the lunch break, so I spent some time in training both of them on the use of the knife. My thought was that a scout had more need for a knife than for a sword, but we would eventually get to that. After everybody else had left for the evening, we were going to find Bill the necessary steel cable to make him a set of bracers for his wrists. With those, he would never be unarmed against a demon once I taught him how to use them both as offensive and defensive weapons.. My once proud cock was now a shriveled lump of flesh, barely poking out of my crotch. My stomach and waist was now noticeably smaller, but my hips were as wide as ever. A pair of small but undeniable breasts sat on my once hard chest, and the coarse black hair that had covered my arms, legs, and chest since high school was now only downy brown fuzz. "Please," I sobbed, "stop." Even as I spoke my voice cracked as it had back in junior high, turning my desperate plea into a ridiculous. I knew a bit about that kind of stuff, as I had kinky neighbors. I used to watch this old couple who lived behind me?she would make her husband drop his pants and she’d whip him with a cut-off garden hose in the back yard, and then tie him to a tree! Once I went over and stroked him off, this 70 year old slave boy, and I snuck off right after he came, so his wife wouldn’t be too cruel to him!Then in college, I waitressed at one of those bondage retreat deals, and I had to say, there’s nothing.