All I found were the normal things you'd see in a bathroom. Towels, soap etc. There was an unusual looking razor, but…

Then it hit me. Donner hadn't said a word until I had gotten my skirt up to where he could see my cat.

Could it be that he only liked girls with a shaved bush?

What else could it be?

So I stood there holding the razor.

Looking at the way light danced on the sharp edge.

Wondering. Guessing, but not knowing for sure what was expected of me.

Once more, all I had to do was walk out the door.

Walk out and keep going. But no, I had to be bull headed about this. I was so sure I could still make use of the situation. That I could find some way to get the goods on this asshole.

Without even realizing it, I guess I had already made up my mind. My hands were pulling my panties down, letting them fall to the floor.

Raising one foot, I hooked my heel on the edge of the basin. My pussy directly over the sink.

It was the strangest sensation. Oh sure, most women have trimmed their fur at some point in time, but to shave it off!

A girl's cat is supposed to be hidden away, kept out of sight. A secret only to be shared when and where she decides.

It's also a badge of her womanhood.

Proving to the world that she isn't a child anymore.

All of these things are important to a girl.

Making it all the harder for me to cut my fur away.

When I was done I found my fingers rubbing over my freshly bare mound. The fresh smoothness felt so alien.

It was almost as if I were trying to hide my poor naked cat. Even from my own eyes!

I was embarrassing myself with the way it looked.

Still Donner was out there waiting. Just a few feet away, but I didn't think that I could face him.