Just a fucking voyeur in my life, Miss Goody Two Shoes, I had come to know her as, always muttering those words in my own familiar voice, "I told you ...o!" except I always threw the word "fucking" in the middle. The anger of whatever situation I was being told "I told you so" for, made me do it. "Deny it all you like baby! I know you love it!" he said as he placed his beer can on the table and clumsily stood up. "Look what you've done to me," he said unbuttoning his fly and removing his hard. "I'm on birth control! This wasn't supposed to happen! Shit. I have to tell Ryan."Sophie and Warren looked at each other. "Jess," Sophie said softly, "Warren and I have talked about this. I suspected you were pregnant. So we've talked about it." Jessie," Warren said gently, "it might not be Ryan's. It might be mine."Jessie's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open-and then she realized. "The night before I left Wisconsin." Yes," Warren said."Oh God," Jess wailed, "you mean I'm pregnant and I. In fact, whilst Daddy is dressed as aFrench Maid maybe you should call her Michelle and refer to "him" as"her"?"So my question of who the costume was for had now been answered, I hadbought my own outfit, thinking I was buying something sexy for Leanne towear and I realised that I had just talked myself into a corner. My ownwords had locked me into my fate or in other words guaranteed that therewas no way out. Everyone now expected me to put on the dress I hadinadvertently bought myself. . Guthrie came into the bathroom and asked if she could help.Mrs. James said, "I was just about to help Jessica get rid of her bodyhair."Mrs. Guthrie said,"Ooh that is so great, Jessica you love being smooth."They took me to the shower where they coated my legs with Veet lotion andI had to wait a while for the lotion to do its work. My hair was wipedoff leaving my legs hairless and smooth. My arms, chest and belly weredone next; gradually step by step hair was removed. The final stage wasmy.