Wolverine gets PMS (part4/??)
      
      Author: Valkyrie 



Disclaimer: I don’t own the X-men. I make no money from this story. It’s just 
for fun
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with the silliness.
 
 
Wolverine gets PMS part 4 by Valkryie
 
 
Jean picked up the phone and dialed the number from memory. "Oh hi Sonya, it’s 
J…" suddenly remembering her voice was not her own she changed her approach. It 
would just be too difficult to explain otherwise. " I mean I’m a friend of Jean, 
…Jean Summers…Yeah…Well she asked me to find out if you could squeeze her in for 
an appointment today?…for the works…that’s right…Great! I’ll let her know 
then…two o’clock…thanks Sonya…Bye". 
She hung up the phone and turned to go find Logan just as he found her. He too 
had opted for a tracksuit, which didn’t fit. 
"Hi Jeannie. I need to get some of your clothes and it looks like your going to 
need some of mine too. Just go help yourself from my room OK."
She buried her feeling of betrayal towards him for the moment and pretended like 
nothing was wrong. 
"Oh thanks Logan. I’ll go through my stuff and leave it in your room and take 
what I need later. First I need you to do something for me."
"Sure darlin’. What is it?"
"Well I have an appointment today that I need you to keep for me OK?"
"What is it?"
"Oh nothing really, It’s just a trip to the beauty salon. This place is booked 
for months in advance so I don’t want to miss my appointment."
"Beauty salon huh? What’s involved?"
"You strip down to you underwear, lie down on a table under a large fluffy towel 
and get pampered."
"Sounds stupid, but Ok. What time?"
"You’ll have to go now. The appointment is at two, I’ll write down the address. 
The lady’s name is Sonya, just pretend to be me alright."
"Should I go like this?"
"Sure that’s fine. I’ll see you later."
Logan grabbed his keys and started to head out the door when he turned to remind 
Jean "Don’t forget the clothes ok?"
"I won’t forget." Jean answered and headed up the stairs to her room snickering 
at what she had done.
She rummaged through her closet and found a number of suitable outfits for Logan 
to wear. With the large bundle of clothes in hand she went to Logan’s room. All 
the while her mind was racing. ‘I should have said something to him. He had no 
right to embarrass me that way. No right to disrespect me and take advantage of 
our situation.’ 
She entered Logan’s room and placed the pile of clothes onto the dresser. She 
then couldn’t help herself but race to the bathroom expecting to see the full 
length mirror in the shower stall. But it wasn’t there. She went pale as she 
thought ‘OH NO!!’ and went out to look at the ceiling above the bed expecting to 
be horrified. But it wasn’t there either. She sat down on the bed which was 
covered in clothes, feeling very confused. When she looked up at the back of the 
door to Logan’s room she found the mirror. Logan had mounted it on the door. 
Jean looked around the room. In her haze of anger she hadn’t realized that the 
room was littered with clothes.
‘I don’t believe it. He’s just been trying on clothes.’ Jean looked at herself 
in the mirror and saw the face of the man she had so badly underestimated. She 
felt terrible for thinking such horrible thoughts about her friend. What was 
wrong with her? Why was she thinking the worst of things? Why was she feeling so 
confrontational? ‘OK, he did take a two hour shower didn’t he? What’s that about 
then?’ she thought to herself. Why was she getting such a dirty mind? Maybe it 
had just been a shower and nothing more. She wasn’t feeling quite herself in 
more ways than just physically, perhaps the testosterone was getting to her. She 
continued to look in the mirror at the ruggedly handsome face and her esteem 
towards Logan grew tremendously in that moment. He was a good and loyal friend 
after all. Then the serene thoughts of Logan were suddenly smashed as she came 
back to reality and said aloud. "Oh God…I sent him to Sonya"
 
* * *
Meanwhile at Sonya’s House of Beauty
* * *
Logan was shown to a small private room so he could disrobe and get on the 
table. He waited as the woman known as Sonya mixed her potions and prepared 
equipment. Logan looked around wondering what all this stuff could possibly be 
used for. 
Sonya was a large blond woman with a beautiful face and perfect hands and nails. 
She quickly went to work on Logan’s face without a word. All the while, calming 
music was playing, a sort of new age sounds of the forest CD. Logan was quickly 
becoming relaxed even in such an unfamiliar setting as this.
She applied a thick layer of pretty smelling mud all over his face. While that 
was drying she did his hands and nails. She caressed and massaged as she worked. 
Once the mask was removed and a few other cremes had been applied to Logan’s 
face a moisturizer was applied. Sonya massaged this into Logan’s face and upper 
neck. This was definitely being pampered and Logan was enjoying every moment of 
it.
Logan was so relaxed he was almost asleep. His half daze was not even 
interrupted when Sonya applied something warm to his lower leg. But that all 
changed when is was violently ripped it off.
"AAAHHHHH!!! What are you doing?" Logan screamed his trance stolen from him. His 
calf burned as the hair follicles screamed foul.
"I’m waxing your legs now." Sonya answered Logan a little confused at the 
reaction. Jean got this done all the time.
Logan could do nothing but just endure the unpleasant procedure. ‘If Jean could 
do this, so can I,’ he thought and suffered through.
Logan finally relaxed back once both legs were complete. He thought to himself 
‘Thank good I don’t have to do that to my body in order to look good.’ Apart 
from the burn he was feeling from his legs he was feeling pretty good at doing 
this favor for Jean. ‘But why didn’t she mention this part of it?’
Logan was so in his own thoughts that it was too late by the time he realized 
that Sonya had applied the warm wax to his bikini line.
"Oh dear God no." he spoke as he felt the wax being ripped away. 
* * * *
As Logan left the salon and walked to his bike, dreading the drive home, he 
said, "I need a dozen beers and a cigar, BADLY!"