Ladon laid in bed, TRYING to go to sleep, but he was a bit ..distracted. Frowning, he turned in his sleep, trying NOT to think about it. However, the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he was. One pant leg would rub against the other, and he'd stop. He'd move slightly to his side, and stop. The least amount of friction and movement was best to ignore it – but he couldn't.

Sighing, he lay on his back and looked up. This just wasn't natural, and while he was the only one to know, it was highly embarrassing – but he'd done it to avoid detection. To create the perfect image for the plan he had for infiltrating Crystal Academy. That was what he kept reminding himself, but he had never, ever, once believed he would shave his legs. Maybe to be on a swim team, but NEVER to dress up as a girl and prance around an all-girls' school. Just thinking about it now made him have second thoughts – which wasn't helped by the addition of feeling that he had smooth legs.

Sacrifices. Everyone had to make sacrifices. Think of the possibilities if this works.

He closed his eyes and tried to think, but he couldn't help moving one leg and noticing how much of a difference it made.

"Awww. How do swimmers do this all the time?" He sat up, groaning. It just seemed so UNNATURAL! Not to mention the fact he cut himself in the process. Guys shaved their face or their heads. They did not get their legs done!

Worse yet, how the hell did he get past the fact he still had to put on his Meadowview uniform?

He groaned at the thought of anyone noticing that he was walking around with slightly smoother legs than before. Luck for him, no one would probably notice. The only problem was that he was noticing now, and it made it hard to sleep. Moving the blankets, he hiked up his pants legs to look down at his pale, knobby legs. Even as a runner, he didn't sport sexy, fetching legs. Just normal, toned, but not muscular boy legs. Legs with the subtraction of leg hair and the addition of 1 snowman band-aid on his lower leg where he nicked himself while shaving.

Leaning down, he touched one, running his hand against it, and then frowned. It was just too bizarre. Smooth. Soft. These where words best left to describe girls and baby animals. This was a area where man, normal man, was not meant to enter.

Flicking his pant bottoms back down, he threw the blanket back on and flopped back down on his bed. The mattress bounced for a few moments before it settled.

"Well, it was your bright idea." Sighing, he turned on his side and tried not to move his legs, but it was somewhat addictive.

This whole thing had pushed his comfort boundaries miles away from where they were originally. The last thing he wanted to know or question about himself was about smooth legs.