The girl began wondering why people were staring at her so strangely, some gazes lingering on her arms or legs, and others staring openly at her face and chest. 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 sparse patch of dark fuzz spread across.
It took half a second for the realization to scream through her mind.
She stopped short, staring at the budding hairs on her chest, like that of a teenage boy. Her breasts were otherwise unchanged, but the short hairs made them disgusting. 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 dark hair there as well. Her legs looked like they had never been shaved in her life. Curious or disgusted gazes followed as she opened her purse and take a little mirror. She gasped at her reflection. Several short, stiff hairs were above her lips and on her chin, poking through the light foundation of her makeup, and producing a noticeable shadow on her chin.
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 sparse spattering of dark chest hairs. 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 had grown on 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...