Ok sorry doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. I was in the process of an emotional move. That's all. I'm back now! Onward to glitter and sunglasses! This is JUST a preview! ;)
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Magnus…
Alright, there was no shame in being nervous about this but come on, women did it all the time, right? Magnus gulped air and his tongue poked out of the corner of his tightly closed mouth. With a shaking hand he grabbed a corner of the fabric and pulled. "HOLYMOTHEROFGODWHATHAVEIWROUGHT?!" he cried out as pain lanced him. Lips curled into a sneer as his reflection caught in the bathroom mirror. With a mighty huff he waved a hand in the steam filled room, getting silkier than a razor could provide was just a bad idea. With a nod he went to put it all away when a huge glob landed on his crotch. Hell. No. Horror filled him to the core as he whimpered. Waxing was bad…doing it nude was worse. ..
He inhaled deeply as he did the unthinkable. He went ahead and waxed his man-goodies. Several Tylenol and an ice pack session later found him limping around his room. Perhaps doing all this beautification was a bad idea when his 'date' was that very day. Heaving a sigh Magnus threw on his loosest jeans, something he abhorred doing but alas, his crotch demanded some pampering. Glancing around showed The Chairman huddled under the couch, mewling in terror. Magnus's heart broke, he didn't think he'd scare his furry friend so badly…but then again he DID scream like a girl, if a girl screamed in decibels only dogs could hear…
Okay what do you think so far?