Darryl returned a half hour later.
Cole glanced at what he had brought back, three bags, one from CVS, one from Old Navy, and one from a local wig shop.
Out of the bag from CVS he took a package out, a home waxing kit.
A look of fear came over the face of Cole, "Oh no, not wax."
"According to my wife and her friends it's the only way to completely get rid of hair."
Cole then begrudgingly obliged, microwaving the contents then taking the kit into the bathroom. Darryl then heard the screams of pain, as Cole used it on his chest, legs and arms and other body parts where it was necessary.
After the home waxing was done, Darryl handed him the contents of the bag from Old Navy, a long turquoise, fleece skirt with an elasticized waste, and a fuzzy fleece top to match. Comfortable clothing for the modern, fashionable mother to be!
"Try it on, see how you look," said Darryl. He also handed him some Max Factor cosmetics, he had also picked up in CVS, and the long brown wig from the local wig shop. Cole then walked into the bathroom and changed.
He emerged, wearing the outfit, the makeup and wig, and actually looked passable, for an unattractive female, or she-male.
"If you want your nails done, my sister is a manicurist, and can take care of that, I also know of a store which manufactures heals in larger sizes."
"No thanks, I'll just wear my bathroom flip flops," responded Cole. "I got rid of most of the hair on my toes, and this is San Francisco, I don't think too many people will have issues." Cole went back into the bathroom to change back into the extra large sweat pants and t-shirt he was wearing before.
"Remember tomorrow to meet at the office, 7:00 A.M. sharp."
"Will do," responded Cole from the bathroom.
Cole glanced at what he had brought back, three bags, one from CVS, one from Old Navy, and one from a local wig shop.
Out of the bag from CVS he took a package out, a home waxing kit.
A look of fear came over the face of Cole, "Oh no, not wax."
"According to my wife and her friends it's the only way to completely get rid of hair."
Cole then begrudgingly obliged, microwaving the contents then taking the kit into the bathroom. Darryl then heard the screams of pain, as Cole used it on his chest, legs and arms and other body parts where it was necessary.
After the home waxing was done, Darryl handed him the contents of the bag from Old Navy, a long turquoise, fleece skirt with an elasticized waste, and a fuzzy fleece top to match. Comfortable clothing for the modern, fashionable mother to be!
"Try it on, see how you look," said Darryl. He also handed him some Max Factor cosmetics, he had also picked up in CVS, and the long brown wig from the local wig shop. Cole then walked into the bathroom and changed.
He emerged, wearing the outfit, the makeup and wig, and actually looked passable, for an unattractive female, or she-male.
"If you want your nails done, my sister is a manicurist, and can take care of that, I also know of a store which manufactures heals in larger sizes."
"No thanks, I'll just wear my bathroom flip flops," responded Cole. "I got rid of most of the hair on my toes, and this is San Francisco, I don't think too many people will have issues." Cole went back into the bathroom to change back into the extra large sweat pants and t-shirt he was wearing before.
"Remember tomorrow to meet at the office, 7:00 A.M. sharp."
"Will do," responded Cole from the bathroom.