A Sissy's New Daddy

You know what I need a drink." Mr. Morgan got up and rushed back into the house. Returning almost as quickly as he left with a beer, plopping back down in his chair he twisted the top off his beer. "That stuff you just slathered on, it stays on for twenty minutes and those twenty minutes doesn't start till you are completely covered. Do you understand?"

I am embarrassed to say that it took me a moment to realize what he was saying but once I did I stopped wasting time. I covered my last remaining manhood and looked to Mr. Morgan for guidance. He gave me a wordless nod and then looked to his watch. As the minutes ticked by the remover began to get warm and then burn. I told myself that he wouldn't do anything to permanently scar me. I told myself that and I even convinced myself of it for a minute. But the longer I stood there with my body on fire the less I trusted him. I wanted him to explain his plan to me what did he mean when he implied I would be wearing panties at school. I never wore them outside of the house. Well except today.

It wasn't till I was near tears that Mr. Morgan stood up and motioned for me to follow him. We left the back porch and Mr. Morgan grabbed a hose that was snaked through the yard. It had one of those triggered sprayers attached to it. He told me to raise my arms and close my eyes. I spread my legs wider then shoulder width apart and squeezed my eyes shut as I raised my arms up. I prepared myself for the water to start blasting me, but Mr. Morgan waited. He was trying to catch me off guard and it worked. As hot as the remover had become the water was a polar opposite. It felt like an ice pick dancing across my skin as he sprayed me down. It didn't take long to wash all the hair remover off me and when he was done Mr. Morgan tossed the house down and started for the shared gate between our yards.

I was still dripping wet and there wasn't a towel in site. I started for my clothes but Mr. Morgan called out stopping me. "Hey Sweat cheeks leave them there."