“Oh silly, don’t worry, I will pencil brows in for you.” Yvonne said. They will take ages to grow back, people will ask why I shaved my eyebrows?” I cried in horror. Yvonne looked at me, then turned me to the mirror. “Oh come on, don’t be miserable all your life, take a day off”, she said as she grabbed my razor. “Now hold still sweetie”, and with a few swipes of the razor, my brows were now bald. Come on, let’s shave your eyebrows, as she stood, grabbed my hand and led me back into the bathroom.” Yvonne said. Your hair is long enough for me to style and you have long eyelashes, your complexion silky smooth and to tell you the truth, it would not take much to transform you. “Yes sweetie, just for fun, to see how you would look. “Make me a girl?” I replied very surprised. Well I have a great idea, shall we? Yvonne said with a big smile. All of a sudden an idea seemed to come on in her head. “Oh no, that is not for me Yvonne, I rather shave mine, if I was a girl. Then with the ice block taken from the fridge earlier on, she rubbed it over one brow and plucked my brows. “Come here sweetie, let me see if you can stick it out”, as she told me to bring my chair toward her. “It looks painful, to me”, I said, now seeming to stare at this action. “No dear, I do not wish to and this way, the hair will take longer to grow back. “Why not shave them, it will be quicker and less painful” I advised her. “To freeze the area, for me to pluck my brows.” She replied. So I did as I was told and sat watching her as she rubbed a block of ice over her eyebrows. Now Yvonne is about seven years my senior, in her mid twenties. “Oh gosh, my thoughts began to race again, and she indicated to the chair, near to her for me to sit there. “Well same here my sweet, no undies on under this bathrobe. “I best not Yvonne, as I have nothing on under this towel. Come on in please, and sit awhile with me.” Yvonne asked me.
As I stood at the door of mom’s bedroom, which Yvonne had left open, I asked Yvonne what she was doing. Yvonne was at my mom’s vanity case, wearing a pink toweling bathrobe. Walking to my bedroom, with a towel wrapped around me in a, male sarong style, that is around the waist, as opposed to the female style of it over the bust. Once finished, I emptied the bath and rinsed around it. The fragrance from the water seemed to excite me, and I began to fantasize Yvonne in the bath, where I was now. The water was warm enough and being a summer’s evening, it rather seemed refreshing. I stripped-off and put my dirty clothes, all of them in the laundry basket, in the bathroom, and stepped into the bath. “I just needed a freshening up, the water is not dirty” Yvonne told me. As I entered the bathroom, Yvonne called out to me, “oh be a sweetie and pull the plug out from the bath, I forgot about Graham.”. “Oh well, best go and get cleaned-up” I said to myself.
So later on, I heard Yvonne vacate the bathroom and shout down to me that the bathroom was free now.
“Oh later Yvonne, I will watch TV you go ahead, Yvonne.”, I replied. “Are you going to shower or bath?”, Yvonne asked me. So mom and aunt got ready and off they went in the car, to the Bingo. “Of course dear”, both mom and aunt said simultaneously. “Thank you aunt Marion, but I think I will take a bath and just relax if it is okay with you and mom?” replied Yvonne.
“What about you Yvonne? “, mom asked Yvonne. Besides, there is a program on TV that I would like to watch.” I said. “Not really mom, as I rather take a shower and pack a few things later. Then mom told us that she and aunt Hilda were going to Bingo and if we would both like to accompany them. So we sat and ate, chatted a while afterwards. Then mom called out, to wash our hands as dinner was ready. So after the usual welcoming, I told both that I would love to travel back with them tomorrow. So off I trotted to the lounge, where aunt Hilda, was watching the TV and cousin Yvonne, reading a magazine. You best go now and give them your answer.” They are in the lounge, and are staying the night, and were asking if you would like to return with them tomorrow, to spend a week or two with them. “Oh yes my dear” mom replied from the kitchen, “it’s aunt Hilda’s, she is here with her daughter, your cousin Yvonne. “Mom, I saw a car on our driveway, and best enlighten you, if you are aware of it.” I said. I always entered mom’s house from the rear door. As I arrived home, there was a car on the driveway that I did not recognize. I shall always remember arriving home, on the last day of college, aunt Hilda and my cousin Yvonne, on that Friday, we broke-up for the summer holidays.