Jack unfolded the paper. It was a colour printout of several photos of guys’ groin areas. The penises were all flaccid, but it was clear to see that the groins had varying degrees of shaving, from “short” to “completely smooth”, with a few other styles in between.
“Don’t worry about trimming too close to the balls — I don’t want you to nick yourself and put yourself out of action for the rest of the night. I’ll see you downstairs in the living room at six. Don’t hang about.”
She breezed out of the bedroom, and left him somewhat shell-shocked, and somewhat turned on.
Neither Emma nor Jack had trimmed their pubic hair before. Jack didn’t have any deep-seated objection to shaving his pubes. It was more that he had a vague worry that it would like being unable to grow a decent beard. Pubic hair came with the transition from a boy to a man — would people think he was less manly, if he didn’t have that growth? But, as Emma had pointed out, what people? Who would be commenting on his (lack of a) bush? And she was right: in porn films, they were shaved. Even Jack had vaguely noticed that, though obviously he’d been more interested in the women in the films than the men.
Not only had Emma torn down each objection he’d considered, she’d also anticipated them, even before they were voiced. She didn’t just have a come-back ready — she had visual aids! Jack was stunned. What had happened to his wife? It was certainly… interesting. And definitely different.
He had almost said, “these clippers are battery-powered — they’ll need to be charged first.” But he was no longer surprised to discover that, when he turned them on, the battery indicator showed “Full”.
Out of options, he looked at the photos and tried to make a choice.
***
The grooming set included a small pair of scissors. Standing in the shower, Jack snipped away at the curly hair covering his groin and testicles until it was quite short, and selected a 3mm attachment for the clippers. it took a few moments to see how to connect it, but he soon figured that out, and he buzzed away most of the hair on his abdomen, giving himself a five-o’clock shadow. He trimmed around the top of his thighs with a longer attachment, so that the hair there didn’t intrude into the groin area. He struggled to shave his balls — no matter what he did, he couldn’t get the skin to be smooth enough to avoid the worry he was going to nick himself, so he made do with longer hair there (though still far shorter than when he had started). On a whim, he moved to the shortest attachment, and removed his new five-o’clock shadow completely, leaving his abdomen as smooth as he could make it, albeit a little like a plucked chicken, in his opinion.