The girl began wondering why people were staring at her so strangely, some gazes lingering on her chest or legs, and others staring openly at her face and neck. She glanced down to make sure her blouse wasn’t undone. Nope, just the top button like always, revealing a modest glimpse of cleavage, with the usual mat of curly hair spread across.
It took half a second for the realization to scream through her mind.
She stopped short, staring at the hair on her chest, as thick and dark as most men. Her breasts were otherwise unchanged, but the fur made them almost unrecognizable. In horror, she pulled her blouse open, exposing her bra and chest almost completely. Several men stopped reflexively to catch a glimpse, then made a face and quickly averted their eyes when they got a better look.
A glance at her arms and legs revealed a similar distribution of thick hair there as well. It was particularly odd seeing the hair squashed flat beneath her fashionably sheer hose (well, not so fashionable on such hirsute legs). Curious or disgusted gazes followed as she opened her purse and take a little mirror. She gasped at her reflection. Short, stiff hairs were so numerous on her face that they darkened her cheeks and chin, poking through the light foundation of her makeup, and producing an obvious 5 o’clock shadow.
In short, she needed a shave. Everywhere.
In panic, she ripped off her shirt.
Her breasts popped into view, still a nice C-cup size, but marred by a thick coat of curly chest hair. The hair seemed particularly grotesque clustered around her dark, pink and still decidedly feminine nipples, which perked up as they were exposed to the cool air.
A glance lower showed the hair covered her abdomen as well, tailing down to meet the much thicker mat that now poked above the top of her panties. Her lower body was just as bad, with her lush leg hair highlighted by her sheer pantyhose. Hell, even through the thin material, she could tell her legs were hairier than her boyfriend’s!
She turned to her friend, who...