So my mom showed me how to do it – wax that is – and I can promise you, it works. Even today, two years into puberty, I have no hair on my legs. I...mean none, not even tiny blond ones, like I used to have. I also have no hair under my arms, because after I started doing my legs, my mother came up with that idea and said I'd thank her some day for thinking of that, too. But Stepdaddy, I did something foolish. On my own, I decided to wax my pre-pubescent legs a few more times, without my mother's. I’d not planned it or thought it when I’d walked back into our home earlier that day. But the realization had been growing in my mind with every passing minute of my conversation with Jill. Every new avoidance and half-truth she offered just reinforcing my growing conviction that she and I faced a fundamental choice; one we couldn’t duck or compromise on.With a growing sadness, I almost cried inside as I prepared myself to say what I knew needed to be said. I’d desperately hoped that Jill and I. “Oh yes, just there, just there, don’t stop, just a little longer, I’m nearly there.” Amanda gurgled to us. I didn’t know if she meant me, James or Dan, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one who stopped what I was doing to her.“Ssshhhiiiiiittttttt, yes, oh yes, oh yes, fucking hell yes” she screamed and pounded her head on the floor. Dan started to growl himself and pounded her twat for all he was worth. I could see that tube on the underneath of his cock expand as he bellowed out. I can't help what I like and don't see any need to accommodate anyone who doesn't appeal to me. This new attractiveness of mine had accomplished a complete role reversal. Now, I suddenly had the sexual commodity women craved and desired instead of the women having the upper hand.I had a new sense of awareness about my genitals that I hadn't felt since I was a horny teenager. I decided to start the day off with a little measurement of my own. I knew my initial measurements so I could compare.