No dobra. Przyznam sie. W ramach walki z KWS wybralam sie na zabieg, ktory ma rzekomo przeksztalcic moje toksyczne cialo w powloke godna niemowlecia. Zabieg nazywa sie agiptos tudziez egiptos, pewnie od wygladu delikwentki (wyglada jak mumia, zobacz foto ponizej).
W gabinecie kosmetycznym wreczono mi ministringi (ktore ledwo kota mi zakrywaly) z poleceniem rozebrania sie. No to sie rozebralam. A co.
Pozniej kosmetyczka zaczela mnie zmyslowo smarowac szarym, cieplym blotem. Mogloby to byc calkiem podniecajace, gdyby rece kosmetyczki nalezaly do przystojnego bruneta 😉 Zmartwilam sie ze mi sie moje (i tak male) cyski zmniejsza, ale mnie zapewnila, ze tylko sie ujedrnia. No dobra, jak tak, to lecimy.
Nastepnie zaczela mnie zawijac, od stop po szyje, bandazami ubabranymi w to bloto. Ciasno, ciasniutko. Zuzyla tych bandazy 30. Nie to, zebym taka gruba byla, ale taka jest procedura. Bo ona musi motac te badnaze w scisle okreslony sposob, aby pobudzic krazenie limfy w moim tluszczu.
Gdy juz wygladalam jak mumia z glowa Sylwii, odziala mnie w zolty kubrak robotnika drogowego, i kazala sie polozyc na kozetce. Ha, latwiej powiedziec niz zrobic! Z wielkim trudem (ruchy ograniczone bandazami) wtoczylam sie w koncu na to wyro. A ona mnie ciach, kocem elektrycznym przykryla, i zaczela dogrzewac! Przez godzine mnie tak grzala, az sie spocilam jak szczur w kanalach.
Po godzinie zaczela mnie odwijac. Zmierzyla mnie (udko mi schudlo centymetr), i kazala poczekac, az bloto wyschnie. Po wyschnieciu to bloto otrzepalam, i sie ubralam (tak tak, cialo mialam wciaz szare).
Kosmetyczka zakazala mi kapieli przez 4 dni, bo podobno to blocisko jeszcze przez kilka dni bedzie dzialalo.
No coz. Odchudzil mi sie portfel, ale pupy Jennifer Lopez to ja sie nie dorobilam. Czy sie lepiej czuje? Na pewno weselej, jak patrze na to zdjecie (baby to jednak sa glupie).
P.s. pod bandazami jestem zupelnie gola 🙂
Ok. I’ll tell you the truth. Fighting with MAC I went for a treatment which was supposed to convert my toxic body into a newborn’s body. The treatment is called egiptos, probably from the look of the client (see photo above).
The costmetologist gave me a ministrings (which hardly covered my pussy) and told me to undress. So I did.
Then the cosmetologist started sensously smearing grey, warm mud over my body. It could be quite exciting if the hands belonged to a handsome guy 😉 I was a bit worried that my small anyway titties would get even smaller but she told me that they will only become more perky. Ok, I said, let’s go for it.
Then she started wrapping me with the bandages, dirty with mud, from toes to neck. Very, very tightly. She used 30 bandages. Not that I’m so fat, but this is a procedure, she has to wrap with the bandages in a special way, in order to start liquids in my fat flowing better.
When I looked like a mummy with Sylwia’s head, she put a yellow costume on me, something like street workers wear, and she told me to lie down. Huh, it’s easier said than done. My movements very restricted with the bandages. Finally I managed to lie dow. Then she put a heating blanket on me, and started heating me! For whole hour she was heating my body, until I was sweaty like a rat in canals.
After one hour she started unwrapping me. She measured me (my thigh is 1 cm smaller now), and she told me to wait until the mud dries out. After the mud was dry I scrabbed it of and I got dressed (yes, yes, my body was still grey with this mud).
The cosmetologist forbade me from bathing for 4 days, because the mud supposingly works for few more days.
Well. My wallet is smaller, and my bum is nothing like the one of Jennifer Lopez. Do I feel any better? Well, I’m lauging, especially when I look at the photo above. (women are so stupid).
P.s. under the bandages I’m completely naked.
Olzusy u Fajwoklokow 