Meadow Larkin was a 19-year-old neo-hippie girl who was crazy about everything to do with the subculture: the music, the tie-dye, the protests, the oneness with nature, the pot, the crystals, the organic food, the yoga, the not shaving!
Not that she ever had much to shave off. Meadow's body hair was so sparse and fine that you'd be forgiven for not knowing she had any. She had a thin brown tuft over her pussy, some sorry whisps under her arms, and such a stingy helping of leg hair that she looked like she'd shaved yesterday morning. Meadow had often daydreamed about what it would be like to have REAL body hair, to be a genuine hairy hippie. She imagined her thick pelt of lady fur, a thick thatch of curls on her pussy, two overgrown bushes exploding from her armpits, and a veritable forest growing on her arms and legs. She happily imagined the sweaty scent of her musk before sighing. There was no way her pitiful body could ever grow such a luxurious carpet.
Then she saw it: an old-fashioned wooden sign proudly declaring "Circe's Magick Shoppe - Chaunge Youre Bodie for ye Better!" Meadow had always believed in magic. Crystals were as much a part of her life as food, and she never went to bed without her trusty dreamcatcher. Could this mysterious store have something to make her hairier? It was certainly worth a try.
Meadow opened the door and stepped into the shop.