” Uncle Todd recognized my false explanation and he knew I was embarrassed. "Hey, I'll let you in on a little secret," He mock whispered. "A lot of ...men do." “Really?” "Yeah! It's the 21st century nephew! Dudes are starting to realize that women don't like all that hair down there." He explained. “What about you?” I blurted. I really wanted to know. "Well…” Uncle Todd began to unbutton his denim jeans, "Take a look" He chuckled as he pulled his waistband open to reveal his bare pubic mound. My. Little does she know that his son has a much better cock than he does. I planned to keep that my little secret!Rose headed downstairs to make some coffee, so I took advantage of the empty bathroom and began preparing myself for today’s activities. I shaved what little hair I had around my little penis and balls and between my butt crack. I also shaved the little bit of hair I had on my chest. When I was done, I dried off and pulled out my hidden stash of fem-wear items and chose a pair of light. When I offered to help Paul Tricia actually stopped me. She explained that Paul was her slave. Serving her and her guests was his duty. Michael, Paul wasn't even permitted to sit at the table and have Thanksgiving dinner with us. He had to eat in the kitchen by himself. On the way home Jodie told me Tricia regularly entertains men in her apartment and makes Paul wait on them just like he waited on us today." Mel asked, "Jeanne, what was his demeanor like? Did he seem sad or depressed?" "Not. It's not quite a punk rock look, not quite the stereotyped classic conservative men's hairstyle either. I also happen to comfortably wear clothes designed and sold with men in mind. Generally, because I'm so slim I try to seek fitted items of clothing, since I have a vastly different body than what men's clothing is designed for. I'm no fan of wearing tent-like outfits, but that's just me. Anyway, enough of how I look, there's more to all of us than appearance.It took me three years after.