.. The smell of coffee could probably wake me from my grave. I rolled over in the soft sheets, my face turning in the direction of the delicious waft....I could almost feel my body tensing from the withdrawal. I needed professional help.“Good morning.”I opened one eye, squinting because it was way too fucking bright.“Says who?” I grumbled.“Says me. Do you want some coffee or not?”“Help me up before it gets cold. I can’t move.”“You’re such a baby.” Wes laughed as he slipped an arm under me and sat. A noise, a clang, like metal on metal; listen!”I listened but didn’t hear anything. “I don’t hear anything. We can’t hold this position much longer, hon’. We need to go.”She nodded, resigned, and we again braced for the turn. This time it was me that heard something. “Wait! What is that? A motor?”“Oh, god,” she practically sobbed, then screamed, “oh my god, help! Help!”We were both screaming for help, sure we’d heard something, but I knew it could just be a figment of our imagination, the wind. Looking down and at the same time feeling a pull as her lover's hand took hold of her bush. She felt what she thought was each hair give way as the scissors made the first cut.She could feel the cold metal touch her skin as the blades came together time and time again.She could see each handful of hair come free and be dropped into a pile beside her body.She could hear the quiet chopping sound the scissors made as they sliced through each strand.She felt herself being transformed, but into. The shimmering whiteness of the material relieved by six pink fabric roses holding the gathered hem up in scallops, revealing just a hint of the frilly delights beneathLegs like jelly, shaking all over, his eyes watering, he tried to accept the virginal vision he was looking at in the mirror as himself. He was completely transformed; it was like being rebornHow long he stood there staring at himself, his fingers shyly exploring the gorgeous gown, savouring with a mixture of fear and awe.