"I have to shave my body!? This is ridiculous!"
"Now, now dear boy. Let's not fuss. You are not leaving that tub while a single hair still shows below your head. Either do it yourself or I will do it for you."
"I am not shaving my body!" I said flatly and finally.
I couldn't believe my eyes as I found I was no longer in control of my limbs. I watched in horror as my hands, of their own volition, picked up my shaving cream and began to lather up my legs. "Stop!" I commanded them verbally as the picked up my razor but not event the spoken word caused them to hesitate. my right leg raised out of the water, lathered from the toes to the waterline, my razor in my right hand carefully glided over my skin and removed every hair in its path. Strok, stroke - rinse and repeat. The lather and my leg hair came off! I closed my eyes in a vain effort to stop my denuding but even not watching I still felt my razor running up my leg. I couldn't stop it so I opened my eyes again in fear of bleeding to death there in my oversized bathtub.