Devon heard his alarm go off on the other side of the room, too soon. He groggily groaned a little and sat up, feeling almost a little hungover, not that he'd ever had more than a drink or two in his life but he'd had enough to know what it felt like, he was pretty sure.
"Ugh," he said, sitting up. He wanted to go to the bathroom first thing, he figured, to see how well it had worked. He didn't even want to look down at himself til he was in the bathroom with the lights on just because he wanted to see how dramatic the change was.
Devon stumbled over to the bathroom, annoyed at how thick with muscle his body and feet still felt, and flipped on the light with one of his too big hands. It stung his eyes for a second. He took a step back and looked in the mirror. His heart raced with a bit of panic. There was still hair under his arms! Holy shit. And it looked even worse. No way!
Devon lifted his right arm up.to see. There was a thicker than ever, dark thatch of hair there. Like a total manly bush. It was thicker, longer, and darker, like a full-fledged man or something. It looked totally bestial. "No fucking way" Devon said, hating the way his voice sounded when he said that.
He looked down at his legs. Holy shit. It had grown in thicker there, much thicker. He was going to be one of the hairiest guys in school now. Even by his abs where he had tried to rub the curative oil on the trail he was developing... he now had a fat, full-fledged treasure trail of hair leading into a darker than ever thatch of pubes. Fuck! He had to get a hold of Simon and let him know it didn't work.