Back at home, I started trimming while I waited for the wax to heat up. Dani had said they made trimmers for women, but they weren't much different and cost a lot more.
"Don't worry, I use my boyfriend's for this all the time."
And she was right. It even had a dial for length. I picked one in the middle and went for it, sitting on a beach towel on my bathroom floor, my little makeup mirror situated between my legs. That part went pretty smoothly. I checked the wax, which seemed to be ready. I rinsed myself with isopropyl alcohol, and wished I'd had the foresight to have a glass of the real stuff handy, too. I did my best to follow the instructions in the pamphlet, starting on my left thigh and labia. I spread on the wax, waited until it hardened, and then, oh my god, and then. Let's just
