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Those of you who may have seen my previous posts on this subject will be aware that since my coming out (doesn’t that sound grand) showering and dressing in the mornings has become a joint enterprise.it’s a part of the day I really look forward to. We actually separate for a short time after the alarm goes off and have some alone time. Heaven knows what she gets up to but if I’m lucky I get a cup of coffee in bed. For me it’s snuggly warm time on CDH and reading the news. Soon she reappears and we shower and dress. Lessons one and two concerned tucking labels on knickers and how to get into a bra with no clasp. Both little female tricks of the trade gently reminding me who the woman of the house is. This mornings lesson reminded me, well you judge.
I shaved my face with a razor and then changed the blade. I joined her in the shower and bathed and when she left shaved my most sensitive bits with the new blade. Leaving the shower I went to dispose of the blade. “You know the blades fit back into the packaging” she said holding up the row of spare blade packs half of which were empty. “ you start at the top and work down each case snaps off for disposal “
Bugger. She was right. It was only yesterday I was saying I’m not a woman and not sure I’m male either. Damn it I think she’s both. Lucky me.
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