It was a Saturday now, and twenty-four hours had passed since the changes began, Jeff was positively itching to see Chris, both figuratively and literally. Jeff decides to jog shirtless to Chris's house, hoping to pull Chris's mind into deeper chaos.
Chris sat in his room alone, his thoughts muddled by the changes that had beset him. He wasn't used to being coated in hair. He started to let his hands run through the hair, first through his beard, then through the thick hair on his chest. "It feels... so soft and delicate. And the feeling I get from doing it is so warm....." He continued to rub his hands through his hair, which eventually led him to being turned on by himself. "Maybe, I have been wrong about some things.... this is way better than being smooth," he said, smirking. Then his thoughts started to turn to Jeff, "I need to talk to Jeff, I need his advice to figure out what it is I am feeling". Unknown to him, Jeff is already at the door.