Before I was a crossdresser, I had chest hair. Actually I had hair down to my waist. I was a pastor at one time and my best friend used to joke about my cross of hair on my chest. But I have been shaving it for a while. In fact tonight was my weekly shave. I ran my fingers through the long stubble that was there, and thought back. I really can't remember what it was like having all that hair.
I know B is happy to snuggle on my chest now, as long as I keep it shaved. Most girls hate to shave their legs. As crossdressers, we shave a whole lot more. And actually I like to shave my legs. Yes it is somewhat a hassle, but I love the feeling after and I love the accomplishment.
I like to look down and no see hair on my chest or my legs. I like the feeling of sliding on pants or skirts or pantyhose after I shave. I really like to rub my shaven legs on B. I think I like the feeling better than she does. Now that the hair is gone, I don't see going back.
-Candi
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