My 29th birthday will never come back.  I had to make this a very special night.  This gift, my little blue tanga with the heart with clear rhinestone, was already giving me a very good feeling.  I was tingling everywhere.

"When I say shave, I really mean shave.  Ya sabes donde.  You should have no beard hanging out of that tiny little thong.  Make sure you trim and shave!!" she yelled.

"Ok."  I yelled back.

"Little triangle." she said laughing.

Yeah, little triangle.  I had heard of that.  Damn it!!  See, that is why I like my granmas.  There's no maintenance with granma underwear.  See, I have to explain something about me:  I am a wash and wear type of girl.  The haircuts I get are super short so I don't have to blow dry, I just towel dry and ruffle my hair it with my fingers and boom! I'm done.  And if I don't say so myself, I look great.  Long hair works great too: natural dry and put in in a pony tail.  Boom!!!  Again, done and looking fresh and beautiful.

Make-up?  No.  Not that I'm against it.  I actually love it and love to buy it . . . not the expensive stuff, just your Walgreens, Long's, K-mart and Target stuff (Loreal, Revlon, Wet-n-Wild) . . . you know the type.  It is expensive anyway.  I don't wear it much.  Just on special ocassions.  Too much work.  Who has time to put that stuff on everyday?  Not me.  Besides, if you wear it everyday and then you miss a day and people start wondering why you look haggard, tired and depressed, when in reality you're actually happy because you didn't waste another hour of your valuable time in front of the mirror figuring out what to improve or hide with make-up.  So, forget it.  I've saved a lot of time and money because I buy the cheap stuff.  And guess what? Because I hardly ever wear the stuff, my skin is beautiful.

Anyway, back to my birthday and my tanga and the shaving.  Bottom line, I'm low maintence.  My friend/relative says I'm no maintenace.  I would beg to disagree:  I shave my legs and underarms, curl my eyelashes, powder my face to take the shine away, and wear lip gloss.  That is some maintenance.

So, today I had to shave my womanhood into a triangle.  "Te traego la lawnmower?" she asked laughing.

I laughed too.  That was pretty funny.  "Chistosita," I said.

When I got out of the shower, I took the lacy blue string and sized it in front of my again.  It was pretty sexy and feminine. I put one leg in and the the next and slipped right up to my newly shaped yield sign. I tingled just a little.  They looked beautiful on.  They accentuated my flat belly and my legs looked so much longer.  I wanted to scream, so I did.  "Ahhh!!!!  Me veo hermosa!!!" I yelled. 

"Come out!!!  I want to see them on you!!" she said banging on the door.

"No, me da verguenza."

"Damn it.  Abre la puerta!  It is not as I've haven't seen what you got."

"Ok. Deja ponerme el brasier."

I cracked the door open.  First I slipped one leg out.  

"Stop that.  Salte ya!"

I swung the door wide open, smiled and covered my face.

"Oh my God!!  You look like a goddess," she said. 

"Really?" I said peeking over to her.  Her eyes were wide open and her hands over her mouth as if lifting her jaw.

"They look magical on you.  The sales girl was right." 

"Stop that."

"No deveras.  Someone is going to get very lucky with you."

"We'll see."

"No seas coyona.  Let yourself go.  Let the birthday girl out.  Leave granma with the granma underwear."

"I gotta tell you, ya me estoy sintiendo horny."

"Ya vez, they're working their magic already."

"Y que me pongo?"   I said walking to the closet.  I was feeling pretty exposed so I wrapped a towel around me. 

"Something sexy," she said looking through my stuff.  "Something that goes with your changas." 

After a few minutes of debating we came up with my same old jeans and a black top.  My usual, but for some reason, that night I just looked better.  The jeans felt good.  The top looked perfect.  I was feeling the magic.

"I'm calling the rest of the girls.  How much longer?" she asked.

"Nada.  No mas me falta Paris," I said grabbing the bottle.  Remember, I am wash and wear.

20 minutes later we were on our way.  My birthday was actually starting off with a good, magical feeling.  My newly shaved triangle, had no sign of yielding tonight.  I was ready.  Someone was going to see the new goddess within my usual jeans.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .