This is a forwarded story! It's NOT me!!! (Warning: People who hear
you laughing out loud are going to ask you why you're laughing.)
All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promise of easy,
painless removal - The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the
wax.
Read on.........
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 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 hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt
cheek
(it was a long strip)
I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!
I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!
Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the
strip. CRAP! Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and
spotted.
I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...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...it's not! I touch. I am
touching wax.
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 upon the toilet? I know I
need
to do something. So I put my foot down.
Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. 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 cemented
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 hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!"
There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal
ut
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 hoo-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 trying to scrape the wax off with a razor . Nothing feels
better
than 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 ****ens 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......


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thought you could use a good laugh lol

omg it sounds like something i did glad i am not alone

i laughed so hard i had tears lol , i could just
see this happening

THAT WAS TOO FUNNY!!!

Oh, my that must have been painful.

wonder what color she dryed her hair,hope it didnt fall out lol