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[dawn]

All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of
easy, painless removal - The epilady, scissors,razors, Nair and
now...the wax.

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner,
play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in
my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit
out of the medicine cabinet." So I headed to the site of
my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No
melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your
hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg
(or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss.
How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically
inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!) So I pull one of the
thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together.
Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the
hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax,"
yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it
tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it
wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me!
I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth
skin extraordinaire. With my next wax strip I move north. After
checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the
ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place
one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the wax
strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right
half of my vag** a and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek.
(Yes, it was a long strip.)

I inhale deeply and brace myself.........RRRRIIIPPP!!!!
I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!.... OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!
Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the
strip. CRAP!!! Another deep breath and RRIIPP!! Everything is swirly
and spotted. I think I may pass out...........must stay conscious...Do I
hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to

normal.
I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused
me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in
the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!
There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???
Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet.
I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch.
I am touching wax. CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part
of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair.
Then I make the next BIG mistake.......remember my foot is still
propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my
foot down. !!!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door.
Vagina? Sealed shut! Butt?? Sealed shut!
I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and
think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head

may pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water
melts wax!!
I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in,
immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently
wipe it off, right???
*WRONG!!!!!!!*
I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to
torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now,
the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is
having

them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...
in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.
So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had
cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had
convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!
I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some
secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter -
"So, my butt and who-ha are glue together to the bottom of the tub!"
There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal
but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She

wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks
or hole or who-ha?" She's laughing out loud by now.....I can hear her.
I

give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of

the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's
night.
While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax off
with a razor . Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies
covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and
then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working,
dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need
Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.
My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving
grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.
What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY
GOD!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out
of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care. "IT WORKS!!
It works !!" I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs
up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to
my grief and despair....
THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts.
I could have amputated my own leg at this point.
Next week I'm going to try hair color......