Class Trip

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Authors: Rachel Burns
was
beating so fast and I was crying again. My shoulders were lifting up
and I cried with my whole body.
    The women
exchanged looks with each other and then they turned the water off.
They smeared something in my hair and dried me off with towels. Then
one wrapped my hair in a towel and she pulled me along with her by my
hand. She brought me to a table and gave me a little push.
    I lay down on it
and looked at her. She was stirring something.
    The other woman
came in and one sat down next to me and started plucking my eyebrows.
I didn't think that hers were that nice, so I was scared how much she
would take away.
    The other woman
grabbed hold of my hand and started working on my fingernails. She
was filing away when the first woman painted hot wax on my leg. She
laid a strip of paper over it and then she ripped it off. It hurt but
not as bad as I had imagined something like that would hurt. She
continued working on my leg.
    They lady working
on my eyebrow push me back down. I had sat up to see what the one was
doing. I lay down nice and let her work on me.
    The lady working
on my hands was painting my fingernails a light pink. It was hardly
noticeable. It was at least decent. I was glad that my owner didn't
prefer red like streetwalkers wore. That was when I started to worry
about diseases. He could have anything and whatever he had he would
pass on to me when he slept with me.
    The eyebrow lady
went around my head and came back on my other side. She plucked the
other eyebrow. After she was finished she rubbed something that smelt
like alcohol all over my face and then wiped it off with a washcloth.
Then she gave me a facial mask.
    As my skin got
tighter and tighter the lady working on my legs had me raise them up
in the air so she could get the backs too. She was waxing hair off of
my bottom too now. I didn't even realize that I had hair there until
she started pulling it off. She then opened my legs and the other two
women back away and she applied wax to me down there. Then she
applied the paper and ripped.
    My hands grabbed
onto the table and clenched it tightly. I had sat up again. I looked
down at myself and I saw her coming with more wax.
    “No, stop it,”
I called out.
    The other two
women grabbed hold of me and pushed me down again. I had to let them
and it hurt so much. The woman was quick about it but still I was a
mess of tears once she was finished.
    But she wasn't
finished she went to my arms and removed the hair from there them
too. Once I had settled down the one doing my nail polish checked my
hand for damage. She smiled at me and went to work making my other
hand match.
    It hurt when she
did under my arms too. I just cried feeling sorry for myself. I was
as quiet about it as could be.
    The one working
on my hands was finished. She and the waxer lady were rubbing oil in
to my skin. They covered me up when they were finished.
    I could hear the
other girls coming in. They were really loud. The women went out to
them. I had cucumbers on my eyes and my skin was being pulled in so
tight that it hurt.
    The girls were
making a fuss about getting undressed. I heard the cane as it whipped
through the air and a girl yelped. Only one lash had been given. I
guessed that she was listening now.
    The woman who had
given me my mask was removing it now. She took away the cucumbers and
sat me up.
    Once it was gone
she looked over my face for a while and then she nodded at me. I had
a feeling that she was looking for blemishes, but I took perfect care
of my skin. There was nothing for her to find.
    She helped me to
my feet and walked me back to the showers. She held me by my hand
while she waited for one to free up. I stood next to her completely
naked. Ten naked girls were all showering in front of me. My
roommates were among them. I tried not to stare at them but they were
everywhere.
    They were washing
themselves and staring at me too. They looked at me where there was
no longer any hair to cover me up.
    When a shower

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