"I think we've got a razor and cream in here."
Jenn digs into the medicine cabinet while April brusquely yanks down your skirt and panties.
At the dawning realization that they ACTUALLY mean to do this, you manage to find your voice.
"Please..." you whimper and beg, eyelashes damp with tears, but the pledge-masters aren't having it.
"Listen, honey, you can either do this yourself or we can do it for you."
[With your shirt and bra up around your neck, and your skirt and panties around your ankles, waddle to your bathroom and shave your pussy clean.]