Of all possible awkward occasions, awkward bikini wax moments probably induce the most cringing. Anyone who's endured a wax themselves knows how strange it can get. Waxes already bring about some awkwardness—you've got your genitals on show to a stranger in all their overgrown glory. But you add the possibility for every single bodily fluid under the sun to get involved and things can get pretty ugly. At the very least, it's minorly uncomfortable for everyone involved. At its worst, it's total carnage.
These bikini wax horror stories come straight from Reddit, where bikini waxers themselves bare it all, no pun intended. If you ever wanted to ask your waxer in the middle of a session what their worst day at work was, but felt too embarrased to ask, Reddit has you covered. Poop, tampons, and just plain screaming bloody murder—bikini waxers have seen it all.
When I was doing his (yes his) assh*le, he clenched and accidentally projectile-sprayed little bits of poo at me.
Get Home To Her Dad
When I was in beauty college, I had an obese woman come in for a Brazilian. As she was paying for it, (payment first, service after) xhe mentioned that her father was paying for this. Okay, no big deal, my dad gives me money for pedicures and I use it to wax my legs on occasion instead, so he probably doesn't know specifically what she's doing.
As we walk back to the wax room, she continues talking about her dad paying and how he prefers that she gets this done. Uh okay, so he knows...whatever.
She immediately yanked off her pants and panties and jumped on the bed. I had to ask her to get up so in order for me to wipe it down and put down paper. When she got up there was already a sweat mark on the leather. I gave her some wipes and asked that she clean the area as best she can. I caught a glimpse of the towels and they were gold from I'm assuming not drinking enough water, causing her urine stains to be super dark. The whole process took an hour, due to stopping between flaps, changing gloves and the occasional gag. Her go-to conversation topic was how I should get with a black man, why hot Cheetos with hot nacho cheese was a amazing midnight snack, and how she can't wait to get home to her dad. I'm still confused over the entire thing.
Dingleberries For Days
I dated a girl who was an aesthetician. I'll never forget the story she told me of an overweight girl who came in to wax her bush. She told me the girl was so overweight she had to use one arm to hold up all the fat just to see her vagina while using her other hand to actually wax her. There were also a lot of dingle berries involved.
After hearing that I told her I was no longer interested in her work stories.
A Rogue Tampon
A friend of mine was in beauty school in the middle of her practical exams, where she would wax whoever the clients were that day; once done they would mark her out of ten for stuff like quality of the job, etc.
She had a woman come in, told her to drop her pants, hop on the table, and get ready. She put the first strip on, smoothed down, and..
As she tore the strip off, it went flying from her hand and stuck to the wall, spider-leg hair poking out from the sides, and a tampon hanging from the bottom.
Both of their jaws dropped, and she left the room so the woman could sort herself out. She came back, finished off, certain of her failure.
Perfect 10/10 on everything.